Yecheng turned over his bald head to try his nose and breathed. His abdomen was sharpened into three openings, which looked like the sharp claws of some kind of animal. "Brother Wang?"

He fanned his bare head and slapped his palm before waking up. He looked at Yecheng and pointed to it. He put his hand over his abdomen to stand up and was stopped by Yecheng. Tell him not to talk, and then carry his head barefoot back to the bomb shelter.

The old man is still meditating. The little ghost wakes up and sees her bald head badly injured and says nothing. She pulls the burden behind her...