Duan Yun squeezed his sword finger and moved closer when suddenly, the eye in the peephole twitched, and a song abruptly began to play.
"Little girl, getting up early in the morning, carrying pants to the latrine."
"In the latrine, there lurks a pervert, who then rapes her!"
The voice was crisp and pleasant, like that of an oriole, but in the early morning, it gave a full sense of terror.
Almost simultaneously, the eye in the hole disappeared, but the singing continued.
The singing was ethereal, sometimes distant and sometimes near, making it difficult to discern the direction.
Duan Yun pinched his sword finger, looking inside the latrine, his expression guarded.
Suddenly, as if a breeze had blown, the bamboo curtain of the latrine was lifted, revealing a slim figure in a green long skirt.
The woman in the green skirt, carrying a vegetable basket, walked out looking frail and weak, and her voice seemed very easy to bully.
