In a small, dark room.
Bang! Bang!
The strong wind outside the house carried the rain, and kept beating the wooden house, making a crashing sound.
The cold and damp breath seeped in from every crack in the wooden house.
"Ahem! Ahem!"
The woman with her eyes closed was lying on the damp bed. Her face was red, she kept coughing, and her consciousness was a little blurry:
"...So...so cold..." She was murmuring unconsciously.
"...Mom! Are you okay...?"
A child wearing a light blue moire summer coat was lying next to his mother, shouting worriedly, anxious in his heart:
"Dad, dad went to collect herbs and will be back soon!"
"so…"
He looked at his mother's eyes tightly closed, her eyelids trembling, her slightly open mouth choked, and he became extremely panicked for a moment.
what to do…
A suffocating feeling of helplessness came over him.
The child began to look left and right, trying to find help - but there was no one else to help him in his home.
I…
what can I do?
He questioned himself in his heart. Anxiety and panic made the ten-year-old boy feel helpless.
Snap, snap.
Big tears flowed from his eyes, dripping down his face and onto the damp wooden floor.
In the end, he could only close his eyes, his pursed mouth trembled, and he hugged his mother who was lying on the bed and covered with a quilt:
"Mom...! Woohoo..."
At this time.
A voice that sounded more sharp than him came:
"Don't cry, Muichiro!"
Ichiro was sitting in the entrance hall, holding his arms, staring at the wooden door that was constantly shaking in the wind, and his fingers were tapping his arms:
"It's so noisy!"
His appearance was exactly the same as Muichiro's, except that his brows were furrowed and his eyes were anxious.
Ichiro turned his back to his brother and mother, and faced the wooden door that his father would open when he returned:
"You are so annoying!"
He stared at the shaking wooden door.
——Why haven't you come back yet?
His fingers kept tapping on the folded arms, and Ichiro's breathing was heavy and rapid.
"whispering sound!"
He had long advised his father not to go out in such heavy rain and bad weather.
I have advised you so many times!
Father is still out!
Mother too!
I have said it so many times, pay more attention to your body and rest.
I worked until I had a fever again!
"...Damn it!" Ichiro gritted his teeth, nervous sweat streaked across his forehead, and he felt his eyes were a little sour.
As a child of only ten years old, it was not the first time that Ichiro felt that adults were so stupid.
Disobedient adults really annoy him!
Snap, snap, snap...
The sound of fingers tapping on the arm could be heard clearly.
Muichiro cried slowly and sobbed. He slowly sat up with his upper body and turned back to look at his brother:
"…elder brother."
Seeing that Ichiro ignored his plan.
He twitched his red nose, lowered his head, twisted a new towel, and covered his mother's forehead again.
All of a sudden.
Apart from my mother's slight coughing and wheezing, all I could hear in the house was the rustling rain on the ground outside.
Just when Ichiro was impatient with waiting and was about to stand up.
Squeak - bang!
The wooden door in front of him was suddenly opened, and the cold breath carrying raindrops rushed towards the house desperately.
Drenched all over, with raindrops dripping from the tips of his hair, Yuirou Tokitoru appeared at the door with his crimson hair tied into a pigtail.
He was breathing heavily, with a slightly anxious expression on his face. He forced a smile and shouted into the room:
"Ichiro, Muichiro! I'm back!"
As he said that, he quickly moved behind him and reached out to Hei Shimo behind him, who was wearing a purple-black snake pattern.
Then it pulled.
Bah--
The sound of Yuori tearing was heard.
No pull.
The corner of Tokitou Yueiro's smiling mouth froze. He quickly glanced at the strange-feeling fabric in his hand, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead:
"Your Excellency, please come in quickly."
He didn't care so much and looked back at his wife in the room anxiously:
"If the cold wind comes in... my wife won't be able to bear it..."
Hei Shimou, who was observing the room, was slightly startled when he heard this.
He looked at the woman lying there in the room.
Having been a ghost for a long time, he has not had the feeling of "how fragile human beings are" for a long time.
But he reacted quickly and took a step towards the house.
——Bang!
Then, Tokidou Yuirou, who had sweaty hands, quickly closed the door, making sure that there was no gap for the cold wind to penetrate, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.
When Tokitou Yuirou wiped the sweat from his forehead and turned around.
He was somewhat surprised to find that his son——
Tokito Ichiro, with a horrified face, stood at the entrance, his pupils trembling violently, looking here.
His body was stiff, a chill ran up his spine, and his scalp was numb.
--this…
In Ichiro's light blue eyes, Hei Shimo's six eyes were reflected, looking around.
--What is this…? !
He looked to the side, his father.
Is it dad? Did he come back with dad? !
Ichiro's face was pale, and his tightly knitted brows were trembling. Just looking at that guy made him feel uncomfortable all over.
He had thought adults were stupid before.
But that's just stupid.
And now.
He looked at Hei Death Mo's six pupils.
There are words in the eyes.
What word is this... Oops, I don’t know it at all!
Looking down, Ichiro took advantage of the light in the room and noticed the hilt made of flesh and blood on Hei Shimo's waist.
Although I don’t know what this is!
But obviously, something is wrong at first glance!
...idiot dad! !
Ichiro no longer knew what he was thinking.
He pinched his thigh and forced himself to calm down.
Gudu.
Swallowing a mouthful of saliva accumulated due to nervousness.
"...Hello, dad." Ichiro's voice was a little trembling. He glanced at Hei Shimo quietly, and then quickly looked away:
"…you."
"...What did you bring back?"
Seeing his son's frightened look, Wei Yilang quickly stepped forward, patted his shoulder gently, and whispered:
"Don't be like this, this is a guest."
"Be a little more polite."
?
--polite? !
Ichiro was stunned for a moment. He took a step back and looked at his father with incredibly shocked eyes.
"What are you thinking...ah."
He muttered it almost unconsciously.
Yilang put his hands on Yilang. He turned around and smiled apologetically at Hei Shimo:
"Sorry, my child hasn't seen many other people, so I'm rude."
Then, he pulled Ichiro and quickly walked to his wife's side.
Muichiro also raised his head at this moment and glanced back subconsciously.
But after he saw Hei Shimo, he was just slightly stunned.
Not much of a reaction.
He immediately turned around and said to Weiyi Lang:
"Dad! Herbs...Have you brought the herb back?"
Ichiro on the side frowned slightly when he saw that Muichiro looked like nothing had happened.
He quietly turned his head and glanced in the direction of Hei Simo.
——Hei Shimo seemed to be deep in thought.
He closed his upper and lower eyes.
Only the middle pair of eyes were left open.
At first glance, he looks like a normal person with a birthmark.
Ichiro was in a daze. He turned his head almost blankly, pretending to be nonchalant.
There was only one sentence echoing in my heart.
--Ruined.
