Shadow Code

" The wind is blowing! " As soon as he said it, we saw the ashes on the ground start to make Xuan'er restless.

We looked around, not knowing what was going to happen. After a few minutes, the wind was still as strong as before, but we could smell the aroma of stew.

" Do you two smell it, does it smell like someone's cooking? " I looked at my sister and the pockmarks, and they both stood up.

" I thought it was the wind that made me hungry and wanted to stew, but why would someone start a fire to stew in this place? " The pockmark kept flapping with his hand and took a few deep breaths. "Hmm, it seems to be coming from that direction!" As he said that, he pointed to the back of the wardrobe.

" "Go take a look!" I'll go first.

There was a soup sink, a huge soup sink, all surrounded by silk, so that before us was a huge multi-colored silk curtain. Through the curtain, one could vaguely see, in the middle of the soup pond, an old woman cooking something.

"Little sister, move the torch behind you, don't light the curtain!" But when I said this, I realized that my sister's torch had touched the curtain in front of us and hadn't been lit. I was just thinking that it might be the moisture in the ground, but it would be fine for a moment, so I casually lifted the shield, wanting to see the inside more clearly. I really didn't think that my hand would actually be wet from touching it.

"This is the water curtain!" She went into the water curtain without any scruples.

"Holy sh * t, there's even water as beautiful as rainbow silk?" Surprised, I tried again with my hands. It was indeed a water curtain.

When the three of them entered the water curtain, the tranquil fragrance was even stronger. It had already been a few days since they last had hot soup and hot food. The smell of meat in front of them made them feel even hungrier.

" "Damn, how can that old woman stew with her feet?" With that said, I drew my attention from the water curtain and the beauty of the soup pond. However, there was no firewood in front of the old woman, but instead a bonfire rack with two legs spread wide open. A pot the size of a human head was placed on top of it, and from time to time, the lid of the pot would fall down together with the heat coming from within.

" "Hi, Auntie!" I want to try and see if the other person is deaf or not.

" Is she deaf? "

" "Fuck, could he be a dead man?!" Ma Zi then shouted, "Big Sis!"

" She's so old, and you call her Big Sis? "

" Let me try. If you call me old, I'll ignore you! "

The old woman still did not respond.

" "Little sister!" pockmarked and I was about to ask younger sister if she was a dead person, but this sound was clearly very soft, but that old woman actually turned her face towards us.

" Emma, what kind of a tempo is this? Are these ancient women so hypocritical? "I was casually shouting out beauties on the street, and the children, girls, and old ladies all turned their heads. Did she turn back just now when she heard us calling out 'little sister'?" the pockmark asked.

" Who knows, it doesn't seem to be a dead man, maybe a coincidence? "Don't be so unreliable. This is a damn place, why don't you find it funny just because of a single title!"

" "Little sister!" We shouted, and the old woman looked back.

" "Fuck, it's really true!"

" "No, perhaps her name is Little Sister?" The little sister had a very serious look on her face as she tried to stop him from jeering.

" [Hmm, that's possible. But how could there be a living being here?] Furthermore, how can a living person burn his own feet to stew? "

" Do you see that there's no stopping place in the middle of this soup pool? Why is she just sitting there, not even falling down? "

" This soup pool is not deep, let's go in and take a look? " pockmarked proposal.

" "Wait, let's take a look first. There's no rush!" Actually, what the pockmarks said was quite feasible. This soup pool was very clear. Even the picture of a white phoenix welcoming a dragon and cloud could be seen at the bottom. It was only as deep as our knees.

" Did you see where she was looking when she turned her head? " the little sister asked.

" "I didn't pay attention to that. I was just wondering why she would turn back to this matter after calling me little sister!"

" Why can't I see her eyes? Isn't it all covered by her scattered hair? "

" Let's shout one more time, and you two can look into her eyes! " the little sister said.

" I suspect that it's our feet. It can't be that she's finished burning her own feet and is preparing to burn us? " said the pockmark.

"Damn, then wouldn't the water in the soup be able to specifically soak the foot of the person who entered? It's fortunate that it didn't go down!"

" Let's go down, we can't just let a young lady lead the way. I urged the hesitating pockmarks.

The other side didn't even respond, it really looked like a dead person, but as long as we talk and mention the word little sister, she will react, but not to our feet, but to the place where we were originally standing.

"It looks like it's not our feet. As long as she hears the word 'little sister', she will be able to see a place. It must be a place with something!"

" That's reasonable, this should be a dead person, she wouldn't even be angry! " After provoking her a few times, the pockmark became even more bold. It did not place this old woman in its eyes and even extended its finger to test the other party's breathing.

" Dead? A dead person can understand why burning their own feet doesn't hurt, but why can a dead person turn their head when someone is shouting at them? "

Perhaps she had been placed in some sort of trap? "She would react if some sort of sound symbol stimulated the mechanism.

" It looks like we just happened to call each other 'little sister'? Did she react only to such symbols, or was there something else? There are so many Chinese characters, and she's an ancient person. If we want to find the symbol that would stimulate her reaction, wouldn't it be even harder to climb into the sky? "

" Let me take a look at the stew in the pot first. " The pockmarked old woman casually lifted the lid, and just as the old woman was about to dip her palm into the pot with her other hand, the pockmarked old woman's hand and the pockmarked old woman's hand simultaneously touched the lid.

" Why were you smiling just now? Is there any warmth in her hand? " I don't know what's wrong with the pockmarks, but they look weird.

" Why can't I lift the lid? "

" Let me ask you, why did you laugh just now? "

" I'm not laughing? "I clearly wanted to lift the lid, but why can't I hook it?"

"What's going on?" I repeated the process I had just seen to Tsukiko.

" "Little sister, tell that pockmarked old woman that just lifted the lid of the wok and touched the hand of that pockmarked old woman, and then they both shrank back and didn't lift it, right?"

" "Right, pockmarked brother, don't move recklessly. You were smiling very strangely just now, and we can't act rashly. Every single thing here is deeply hidden, and we might have even touched something at some point, but it's all kept in the dark!"