The boy murmured to the teddy bear in his arms, with a dazed expression on his face, as if he was not quite sober.
There is a smile on the numb and pale face, which makes people feel a little weird.
Regardless of the fact that Benjamin had been turned into a mummified body, the dark shadow arm returned from the darkness.
You can see that each palm is holding something shimmering.
After each palm was retracted into the teddy bear, the broken teddy bear seemed to recover somewhat.
The cotton that was originally exposed to the outside world has shrunk back.
The teddy bear's eyes, which were somewhat covered by dust and were already gray and cloudy, became much more vivid.
The boy didn't care about anything else. He hugged the teddy bear that became much more flexible and complete, and walked out of the door.
The dark arm stretched out from the teddy bear again, closed the door, and the fingertips melted on their own to form thin threads to lock the door lock from the outside.
The boy walked all the way, there was no one on the road, his pace was not fast but very calm, as if nothing happened just now.
There was no expression on the boy's face. Apart from the dirty and injured face, there was only a numb expression and a pale complexion.
The boy walked toward the west, farther west of Oakpaw Town.
As he got closer to that place, the boy's expression began to become less numb.
First there were some expressions of fear mixed with fear, then there was a hint of sadness mixed with a little anger, and finally there was a smile with a little surprise.
The boy's expression just switched, not changing due to anything outside.
Instead, it is like a sleepwalker who changes his mood and facial expressions due to changes in his inner dream state.
Keeping a slightly stiff smile, the boy walked through the deserted streets. Finally, he stopped, and his destination was reached.
The boy stood there, with a simple cabin in front of him, a standard hunting cabin.
You can also see the fox that has not been completely treated hanging on the eaves. The blood has dried and the fur is a little stiff. It seems that the hunter did not handle it well.
The boy knocked on the door with anticipation and a hint of happiness on his face.
There were gentle hurried footsteps inside the door, and the boy stood stiffly in front of the door, but there was a hint of uneasiness on his face.
The old wooden door with some damage and cracks rubbed against the ground, making a hard "creep..." sound.
The boy's expression changed from uneasy to relieved, and with a smile he walked towards the person who hurriedly opened the door for him.
The person who opened the door was a girl who looked a little younger than the boy. She had the same brown hair color, but looked more messy and dry.
There seems to be an obvious scar on the forehead, and the traces of blood still remain even after being wiped. The face is paler, and it always feels like a rough texture.
The only thing that can make people feel angry is those smart eyes.
She didn't seem to be able to speak, she just stared at the boy with her clear and smart eyes like emeralds. Her pale complexion and thin body made people couldn't help but feel pitiful.
"Rose, I'm back. Here is your teddy bear." The boy spoke. He was obviously a child, but his voice was hoarse and low.
Looking at his sister, his originally stiff and dazed expression became much more normal, and his eyes were full of love and affection.
Rose took the teddy bear that was handed over. The teddy bear that was visible to the naked eye gave off a faint light, and then became damaged and old again.
Just a little more repaired than when the boy first appeared before Benjamin's eyes.
As the teddy bear was damaged again, Rose's body got better accordingly.
The dry long hair became cleaner and smoother, and the pale complexion regained some color.
My overall complexion has also improved a lot, and I don't look so lifeless anymore.
"Tick..." As his complexion improved, the scar on his forehead also became scarier.
The blood that had solidified itself now smudged and turned into flowing blood, dripping down from Rose's forehead drop by drop, making a soft sound as water drops fell to the ground.
Rose noticed something strange on her forehead, and her smart eyes exuded confusion.
He stretched his hand to his forehead, and what he touched was a sticky and wet hand. He was a little confused and wanted to take a look, but was stopped by the other hand first.
The boy stretched out his hand to stop Rose from putting it down in front of her eyes, and spoke softly.
"Rose, it's okay. There was just some water dripping from the roof just now. Come in quickly and don't get the teddy bear wet."
Rose didn't seem to be very awake. She nodded in confusion and ignored the abnormality on her head.
After waiting for the boy to tear off a piece of cloth from his body and wrap it around Rose's head to prevent the blood from flowing down, he walked into the house holding the teddy bear.
With a sigh, the boy followed his sister into the house.
The room was gloomy, the windows were closed, and things were used to block the light.
It is located near a forest where there is not much sunlight. After blocking it, the room becomes even darker.
In a room where it was almost impossible to see clearly, the two children were walking unaffected.
The wooden house is not big. The living room is the dining room. There is a table and two figures can be vaguely seen sitting next to it in the darkness.
Judging from the physique, he is much taller than the two children. Thinking about the situation, it should be the parents of the children.
But at this time, the figure in the darkness was just sitting quietly, with a strange posture, and did not react to the two people walking in. It looked more like two dolls.
It wasn't until Rose came closer that the two figures on the table began to move, seemingly to say hello, and the girl waved in response.
But compared to the girl's movements, which are quite flexible, the movements of the two figures are much stiffer.
It always reminds people of the mechanized but movable string puppets of a performer.
Rose waved her hand in response and walked back to her and her brother's room without looking too much.
As the boy walked by, he unconsciously looked at the figure in the darkness on the dining table, with unconscious fear and a trace of resentment in his eyes.
In the darkness, hands stretched out from the ubiquitous shadows in the house, propped up the two stiff mummies, and put them on the table in a stiff greeting posture.
The mummy's arms shook up and down, making an overwhelmed rattling sound, as if they were about to shatter and break in the next moment.
The expressionless face is the distorted and ugly facial features of the mummy.
Her eyes were looking in the direction of Rose. The boy standing behind her sister happened to be in the path of her sight.
The empty look in his eyes, clearly that of a dead person, gave rise to a trace of anger and lingering fear in the boy's heart.
Fear finally prevailed, and the boy ran a few steps quickly and caught up with his sister who was walking into the house. The two entered the small room together and closed the door.
As the two people left, the black hands in the room also retracted on their own initiative, no longer supporting the two mummies on the dining table.
"Bang" One of the corpses fell down and hit the wooden table. The neck, which was already extremely fragile due to dryness, cracked and broke under the impact.
The shriveled head rolled several times on the table and finally fell to the ground. Several unknown black bugs crawled out of the mouth and scurried into the shadows.
The boy and his sister's room was a small and cramped space with only a leather rug on the floor.
There were piles of all kinds of debris around, and there was also some weird smell that was emitting, like dead wood or rotten smell.
Rose hugged the teddy bear and sat on the corner of the rug, leaning against a wooden box. Her clear eyes were a little hollow, as if she was in a daze.
The boy walked in, closed the door, sat next to his sister, and stretched out his hand to touch Rose's head.
The younger sister rubbed it obediently, and the boy just smiled, but felt his hands were sticky.
As his eyes gradually adapted to the darkness, he could see the dimly illuminated environment. The boy looked at his hand touching the girl's head. It was bright red, the smell of rust came from it, and his hands were covered in blood.
The smile froze, and deep sadness and pain appeared in his heart, "My sister is dead..." he told himself.
"But..." Looking at Rose, who was holding the teddy bear with a dull look but still clear eyes, he couldn't accept this fact no matter what.
His sister was dead, and Qiaomu knew it. He saw with his own eyes that his sister was pushed to the ground by his drunken father.
His forehead hit the raised corner of the box, blood flowed profusely, and his body became stiff soon after.
His useless father and cowardly mother, one is still venting his useless anger, the other just keeps crying and shrinking.
He watched his sister's body cool down little by little, becoming pale and stiff, and grief filled his heart. He could only shut himself in that small room, trying to use sleep to turn this fact into an illusion.
But when he woke up the next day, his memory told him that everything was true.
But another fact made him feel a little surprised while panicking. His sister Rose was still in the room, staring blankly at the dark ceiling as usual.
As usual, when I saw him waking up, I smiled as usual.
However, the wound on Rose's forehead was still oozing blood and scarlet liquid, telling the terrible fact that it had happened.
It's just that the teddy bear held in Rose's hand has become much more dilapidated.
When he saw that the teddy bear he had picked up from nowhere had become dilapidated, a strangely alluring voice came from the bottom of Qiao Mu's heart.
"Your sister is dead, but I can help you. As long as you transfer the life force of others to me, I can give her life again."
"Look, your parents' lives have been given back to your sister now, so she is still alive. As long as a hundred people share the life and soul, she can be resurrected..."
Qiao Mu listened to this voice and believed it for some reason, maybe because he really had nothing to lose.
When he looked at the two mummies at the dining table, Qiao Mu felt nothing in his heart, just a hint of relief and sadness.
He didn't know where the voice that sounded in his heart just came from, whether it was the legendary devil.
But he didn't care. For him, the two corpses on the dining table were the real demons.
However, when I occasionally see these two mummies again and recall all the past encounters, I still unconsciously recall the fear in my heart.
The third victim was a butcher shop owner in the town who often came to their house to buy prey.
This obese guy was torn into pieces by countless black hands stretching out from the teddy bear. Blood was scattered everywhere, and then it was sucked dry and turned into pieces of broken mummies.
He was vomiting, but he saw that his sister, who had become more and more like a corpse as time went by, became alive again...
There was a force in his heart that pushed him to continue doing this, holding that weird teddy bear and killing each of the residents.
Watching them turn into mummies, watching their life force and souls being dragged out of their bodies, stuffed into teddy bears and transferred to Rose.
Qiao Mu felt scared at first, but gradually became numb, and before he knew it, he became calm and calm.
He just used his appearance and familiarity with the people in the town to deceive some people's trust and take the opportunity to take their lives.
But things are always discovered when they happen, and people start to notice these dead people.
The people who came to investigate were also killed by Qiaomu with teddy bears. Those powerful "knights" had no choice but to be killed when faced with the weird shadow arms.
He could not continue his killing spree until everyone in the west of the town was evacuated.
The teddy bear also became impatient, searching for anyone he could kill. A hot impulse to kill and seize surged in the teddy bear's heart.
Wait, why is it a teddy bear? The teddy bear has no heart. It turns out to be his own heart.
He wanted to go out to the west of the town to hunt the life outside, but there was a strange barrier blocking the teddy bear, making him cower and dare not go out of that range.
It was as if something was blocking the surroundings, staring at him and it, preventing them from acting rashly.
Today, someone finally suddenly appeared in Zhenxi. He didn't know what he was doing. He couldn't remember clearly what he was yelling about. He always felt like his ears were stuffed with cotton.
My mind was also dizzy, how could this happen? Anyway, I killed him again and then took it away. Wait, why did I kill him?
Is it happiness? It seems that I am quite happy when I kill, no... Qiaomu's face turned to the side.
Rose's beautiful eyes were staring at his face, worried and confused. She put her hands on her brother's face, as if she felt that the brother in front of her was a little strange and strange.
Qiao Mu touched his face and felt the blood on his hand, which was left by the wound that Rose touched his forehead before.
Scratching his cheek again, he found that the corners of his mouth were weirdly curved, leaving a huge grin, weird and ferocious.
Looking at his sister who looked confused and worried, Qiao Mu gradually calmed down and his smile faded.
Touching Rose's hair that had become rough again, "Why did you kill someone? To be happy, no! It was to save Rose..."
"Boom!" The violent explosion shook the whole house, and dust from the old house fell desperately.
The small space immediately became smoky, and Qiaomu, who was already extremely weak, started coughing continuously.
He coughed violently as if his lungs were about to fly out, and without noticing, some blood was spat out from his mouth.
The frantic shadow squirmed, and black hands crawled out of the teddy bear to support the crumbling roof, preventing the collapsed house from crushing the two people below.
The violent impact of the explosion caused the entire hut to shake, and cracks appeared in the already weak wooden boards.
Sunlight poured in from outside, illuminating the room and exposing Rose's deathly face to the light.
Qiao Mu's eyes suddenly shrank, and then he became angry, who made his sister become like this!
Angry, he opened the door. Behind him were countless shadow arms waving wildly, and Rose looking at him blankly...
Pushing open the door, sunlight pierced into Qiaomu's eyes, stinging him who was used to darkness.
The dining room of the house had been completely blown to pieces, with scorch marks and broken wood residue everywhere.
The flames have not faded yet, black smoke rises from the burning place, and the air is still distorted by the heat.
The two mummies had long since turned into dust, the roof had disappeared, and the sun shone into the scorched earth...
"Avia, one more shot!" The distant voice attracted Qiaomu's attention.
Far away from the house, a young man with black hair and leather armor directed a flustered girl in mage robes to attack his house.
In a hurry, the hesitant and panicked little mage had another burning fireball in his hand and flew towards the house.
The anger in Qiao Mu's heart suddenly exploded, and the anger rose in the teddy bear, no, in his heart, and countless black hands emerged from the shadows behind him...
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