Chapter 526

This inexplicable feeling that she had never experienced before made Emily feel dazed and stunned for a long time.

"That's it. Mom is also used to this dark environment and doesn't need lights."

Emily wiped the corners of her eyes, and a certain warm emotion filled her heart. Even the noisy insects at the moment felt particularly moving.

Emily returned to her room. In fact, there was nothing in this empty room for her to play with.

She just sat on the bedside, habitually picked up the family photo, which was extremely precious to ordinary people, and wiped it carefully.

"Zheng——"

The sound of knives being scraped came from the kitchen. It was her mother sharpening the knives, preparing to prepare a long-lost dinner for her.

Emily sniffed the slightly sour nose and wiped the photo. Using the dim light outside the window, she rubbed the rugged man in the photo who was once the best hunter in the town.

"Dad, mom's illness has recovered, have you seen it? In a short time, she will be able to take me out to fly a kite, she promised me."

Then there is the self in the photo, which is different from the current self. He is carefree and has the innocence and naivety of his age.

Finally, it’s mom…

The mother in the photo is still the same as her current mother, so gentle, so kind, and so...

Emily's little hand that she was wiping suddenly paused.

She stared blankly at her mother in the photo. The gentle woman was smiling and amiable.

"Dong——"

There was a sharp chopping sound in the kitchen, it seemed like a sharp knife was cutting something.

Emily was so frightened that she could hardly hold the family photo.

But she didn't pay attention to the sound in the kitchen, but put the photo back in its place as if she was electrocuted.

Her small breasts were bullying her, and the heavy makeup couldn't hide the... fear that appeared on her little face.

"Dong——"

There was another loud noise, as if the woman did not hold the knife in her hand and accidentally let it fall to the ground.

"mom, Mom, Mom?"

Emily finally came to her senses and shouted worriedly:

"Are you...are you okay?"

"Ai...Emily."

Mother's voice sounded.

However, this was not the gentle voice that Emily was familiar with.

The voice was hoarse and low, like the whine of a drowning person, with a shuddering sense of suffocation.

"Emily, do you... do you still remember... remember what your father... left for you?"

"Huh? What?"

Before Emily understood what her mother's words meant, the woman's voice returned to normal.

"Ah, little Emily, I'm sorry, I accidentally dropped the knife on the ground. It seems that I haven't moved for too long, and my body is still a little stiff."

"Yes...really?"

"Come on, come and eat, the meal is already ready."

The woman slowly walked out of the kitchen, holding a sharply sharpened kitchen knife in one hand and holding a worn-out dinner plate with a square piece of meat on it in the other hand.

That piece of meat looked delicious. As soon as Emily walked out of the room, she was greedy. She salivated crazily and her stomach growled.

"What's wrong? Won't you come over?"

The woman looked strangely at Emily, who was standing there blankly.

"This is your favorite food."

"I...I want to go to the toilet."

After looking at the piece of meat that was indeed her favorite, and then looking up at her favorite mother, Emily suddenly said.

"To the restroom?"

The woman was stunned for a moment, then she frowned in annoyance and said angrily:

"You kid, why haven't you changed this habit? You always have to go to the toilet before eating. Go quickly, and remember to wash your hands!"

"……Um."

Listening to this familiar accusation, Emily's little body trembled, but she still turned around and walked towards the toilet opposite the kitchen near the door.

The woman just waited quietly, humming a beautiful little tune, which was Emily's favorite lullaby.

Soon, Emily came back.

She looked up at her mother and said:

"Mom, can you give me a hug?"

"Huh? You kid, why are you so crazy if you don't eat?"

"No...I just...just haven't hugged mom for a long time."

"sure."

With soft eyes, the woman walked over slowly, still holding the sharp kitchen knife in her hand, and naturally opened her arms:

"After hugging, you have to have a good meal. If you don't like it, I have a second dish."

"Um."

Emily nodded slightly, and then... stretched out her hands hidden behind her back.

At this moment, what greeted the woman was not a hug, but...

A crossbow.

"Zheng——"

The crossbow arrows fired and pierced the air.

It was an ordinary mechanical crossbow. It was very small and did not have any magic power. It was naturally not a contraband, but a relic left by a hunter to protect his family.

But it was still not something that a little girl could fully control. The crossbow arrow that had been aimed suddenly rose up under the powerful recoil, grazed the woman's head, and was nailed to the wall on one side. .

The woman stumbled and fell to the ground, her expression instantly dull.

"Why?"

"Because...because..."

Emily was also pushed hard against the wall by the powerful recoil, and slowly slid down against the wall.

She held the crossbow tightly, her delicate voice hoarse and trembling.

"My mother is a gentle, kind and beautiful person.

She has beautiful brown hair and the brightest eyes in the town.

She looks more beautiful than the fields in spring. When she smiles, it's like a flower blooming.

She loves her daughter the most, and her daughter loves her the most.

But...

My mother, there are no bugs on her head!"

In her misty tearful eyes, Emily saw her mother's appearance at the moment.

The brown hair was dry and messy, the originally beautiful face was dry and pale, the eye sockets were deep, and the eyes were no longer bright.

The most important thing is that on her head, there was a huge black insect the size of a fist, squatting there, with its hideous mouthparts protruding into the head, happily sucking the woman's brain.

It seems that because Emily accidentally broke this cognitive misleading, the insect made an angry hissing, and its hideous legs kept rubbing and twisting.

Then the woman also began to convulse and twist violently. She suddenly got up from the ground with a strange movement. Her limbs seemed to have their own ideas and twitched wildly, like a wild beast, ready to pounce on her beloved daughter at any time.

But the woman's movements suddenly stopped.

One side of her face was twisted and ferociously angry, while the other side was crying and smiling softly.

"Emily... you did a good job."

The woman said gently:

"Next... aim at me."

63. Warmth

Blood, tears, pain, crying... and the sharp hissing of strange insects were like a knife, cutting the girl's still tender heart one by one.

This young girl, who had not yet grown up, had just celebrated her twelfth birthday a month ago. Her poor life made her look thinner than her peers, but life and suffering made her much stronger than outsiders imagined.

But no matter how strong she was, facing the picture in front of her, her hands would tremble, and she would cry and be afraid.

Not long ago, she had imagined that under the blessing of the goddess, her mother would get better, fulfill the long-standing promise, and take her to fly the kite that had been lying alone in the attic for a long time but had never been covered with dust.

But... this sudden disaster, this bloody reality, tore her only remaining beautiful fantasy to pieces.

"No, Mom, I don't want it... I can't do it."

Emily shook her head in pain, tears streaming down her face.

She was precocious and had already understood her mother's thoughts.

Although the terrible insect was the size of a fist, it was actually difficult to hit it with the accuracy of a crossbow.

This point has been proved just now.

However, if it was the woman who was the host of the insect, even Emily could easily hit it at this distance.

If her host was killed, it might give Emily a chance to escape.

"Quick...quick..."

The woman's pale and skinny face became more and more distorted, the veins on her neck jumped like a group of snakes, her limbs were violently spasming, and she had begun to move towards Emily in small steps.

The sharp kitchen knife rubbed against the wall beside her, making a sharp sound.

"I...I can't control myself...anymore."

Half of the woman's face was in tears, and she couldn't even maintain her expression, but the remaining eyes were still gentle and affectionate.

"Emily, be good."

She said:

"You can do it."

"..."

The silent silence was above all words.

Emily lowered her head for a moment, and then with the woman's exclamation, her small body trembled and suddenly raised her head.

This sensible child finally chose to listen to her mother. .

She raised the crossbow, tremblingly aimed, then closed her eyes, used all her strength, and pulled the trigger.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh--

The remaining five arrows were shot out in succession.

"Puff, puff, puff."

The sound of the crossbow piercing the flesh sounded as expected, and each sound seemed to pierce the girl's heart at the same time.

The crossbow in her hand suddenly became extremely heavy. Emily threw it away in fear and gasped for air.

The smell of blood filled the air, and Emily felt that her lungs were almost burning. She opened her eyes with difficulty and saw her mother lying in a pool of blood.

"Run away..."

The woman made the last sound from her bleeding throat.

The tears blurred her eyes for a moment, but Emily had no time to cry. She quickly got up, passed her mother who fell to the ground, and staggered to the other side of the room.