"Ah!!!"
Mu Youqing had thought the woman was holding a child in her arms. Who would have expected it to be a skull?
She sprang to her feet in fright and staggered backward in terror. Fortunately, Lin Xuan held her shoulder, or she would have tripped and fallen to the ground.
"My child! My child!"
"Why did your head fall off? Mommy will put it back on for you!"
The woman paid no attention at all to the frightened Mu Youqing. Clutching the swaddling clothes, she crawled before the skull, grabbed it, and stuffed it into the bundle.
Both Lin Xuan and Mu Youqing noticed that, aside from the skull, there was also a skeletal frame inside the swaddling clothes.
The skull and bones were both very small, and appeared to have belonged to a child of three or four.
After steadying herself, Mu Youqing glanced at Lin Xuan. "Cousin-in-law, this woman is insane!"
"Mm." Lin Xuan nodded calmly.
At that moment, an old woman approached from the side. She looked at the madwoman with considerable pity and said:
"Alas, Widow Wang truly has a bitter fate! Less than a month after she married, her husband died. She painstakingly raised her child to the age of three, only to lose the child too. She searched for so long without finding him, and was driven mad alive and whole!"
"She has now become a well-known madwoman around here. People often bully her, and there are no living relatives in her home—not a single person to help her. Pitiful, truly pitiful!"
Hearing this, Mu Youqing could not help revealing a sympathetic expression as she looked at Widow Wang, who clutched the skull and shivered in the corner.
Turning her head, she asked the old woman:
"Where did she lose her child? And