"Yinxian, do you know you are wrong?" Mrs. Slant stood elegantly at the only light-transmitting door in the entire basement. The light from the door shone on her, like a god.

"Mother, it's dark here and I'm scared." The small voice was not loud, and in this empty basement it was like a silver needle falling to the ground, barely audible.

"Call me Madam Slant, and as a saint you shouldn't feel fear." Madam Slant glanced at the basement calmly, "If you learn the spell to ...