In an instant, all those monsters gathered around.
Then they all stared at the cow dung before them.
But none of the monsters moved.
They looked at one another.
Their meaning was clear: none of them wanted to investigate this filthy place.
Down in the cellar, the woman was frantic as well.
This was not her child. The child's parents had died at the hands of these monsters several days earlier.
She could not nurse the child.
Unable to suck out any milk, the child was about to start bawling.
The woman prayed desperately.
Please don't cry. Please don't cry.
The people around her did not dare make a sound either.
These monsters were extremely sensitive to both light and sound.
All they could do now was watch the child and the woman.
But what could a child too young to understand anything know?
Without food, all the child could do was cry.
"Waaah!"
That cry knocked the Ghost Gate open.
Everyone else fell into despair.
Several older men picked up axes.
"We're dead either way! If you're a man, grab anything you can fight with. We'll fight these bastards to the death!"
Bang!
As soon as he finished speaking, the cellar door was smashed open.
A white figure leaped down.
"Gurrr..."
The white figure instantly lunged at the crowd.
More white monsters dropped down from above in an unending stream.
But just then, another urgent sound rang out.
"Gugugu..."
At that sound, the white monsters froze, then scrambled out of the cellar for all they were worth.
Then everyone heard their frantic footsteps receding into the distance.
Having narrowly escaped death, everyone gasped for breath.
They no longer cared about the smell of cow dung in the air.
The scent of being alive was more precious than any other.