The voices of the other two women were not heard, only the miserable cries of Old Lady Chen, faintly transmitted in the crackling sound of the flames. Professor Chen loudly shouted: "Mom! Mom......"

  Just then, a figure appeared at the window and Tang Lanying jumped down. After rolling on the ground for a while, her body also caught fire. Tan Jiao quickly let go of me and ran over to pull her out from the ground, then used his coat to quickly put out the flames on her cloak. Tang Lanying's face turned pale as she looked at us, then started running outside. Professor Chen grabbed her and shouted: "Where's my mom? Why hasn't she come down yet?" After all, now the window was empty, not a single person could be seen.

  Tang Lanlan raised her head and unexpectedly revealed a hint of mocking smile: "It has nothing to do with me, it's Baozhu."

  Professor Chen was struck as if by lightning, his face turned deathly pale. He lifted his head and shouted again: "Baozhu! Baozhu! Come down quickly with your mother! We forgive you, we all forgive you! Don't be impulsive! Don't do anything stupid!"

  But Mrs. Chen's voice was never heard again.

  In response, a hand suddenly pulled the curtains and covered the window. Then, the flames seemed to have received some kind of summons, and they surged up, engulfing the entire window and wall.

  The four of us were hit by a wave of heat from the flames and had to retreat several steps back. Professor Chen knelt on the snowy ground, bursting into tears: "Mom..."

  Tang Tang suddenly got up, laughed and said: "It's good to die, haha, it's good to die! She didn't save me, why should I save her?" After that, she ignored us, hugged herself tightly and ran out stumbling.

  Tan Jiao pulled up Professor Chen, who stumbled and fell, his soul lost. The three of us also escaped to a more distant place.

  The sound of police cars is getting clearer and clearer.

  "Is everything over?" Tan Jiao asked.

  I looked ahead and saw that it was the only way to the highway, in a small grove of trees. The firelight also illuminated that place, where there were three people.

  "It's not over yet," I said.

  The moon in the sky has already hidden. The sun has not yet risen. The whole sky is dark and gloomy. Only a faint, eerie glow envelops everything.

  The scene in front of me was extremely eerie and terrifying.

  A man lay on the ground, his face exposed, so we could recognize that it was Su Wei. But his entire body was wrapped in a kind of silver-colored thread that dripped with mucus. It was like a cocoon, wrapped from head to toe, in an oval shape. His eyes were wide open, staring at us, and he had clearly stopped breathing.

  One end of the silver thread was pulled very long, extending all the way to under a tree. It was quite dark there, and by the tree stood a person. If you didn't look carefully, you wouldn't have noticed at all.

  It is Chen Ruying.

  She slowly walked out of the darkness, her long hair disheveled, still with her usual frail figure. But her face was completely different from usual. Her entire face was twisted, her mouth open extremely wide, as if it had been forcibly pried open by some force, and the other end of that thread was tied to her mouth.

  To be precise, it was stuck to her tongue. Her tongue looked particularly swollen, and there seemed to be something on top of it that was almost grown together with her tongue. She was exhaling "heh-heh" sounds, and only then did I notice that her eyes were also murky. When she saw us, a fierce glint flashed in her eyes, she pulled back the silk thread, swallowed it into her mouth, closed her mouth, and resumed her normal human appearance, silently staring at us.

  I suddenly understood.

  Those two nights were not dreams after all.