Chapter 527

The house was not big, Emily quickly came to the front door, quickly loosened three explosion-proof chains, and then the last door lock.

Then, push the door.

Emily's face suddenly changed slightly.

Because this old door that usually makes a creaking sound when opened and closed, for some reason, at this moment, no matter how hard she pushed, it didn't move at all.

It was as if someone had nailed the door tightly on the other side with a steel plate.

Emily didn't delay too long in front of this abnormality beyond her understanding. Seeing that she couldn't open the door, she gritted her teeth, turned around suddenly, and ran in another direction.

She picked up the sharp kitchen knife that her mother had dropped on the ground and came to a window.

For safety reasons, the windows of her house were all sealed, leaving only small holes for light transmission.

Fortunately, these old wooden windows were not as strong as imagined.

Emily's slender and thin hands tightly grasped the kitchen knife and chopped at the wooden window.

Bang.

Bang.

Bang.

Soon, the fragile wooden window was split open, and the hope of escape, the hope of escape opened up by her mother's sacrifice, finally appeared before her eyes.

Without any hesitation, Emily grabbed the edge of the window, and her petite and frail body nimbly drilled out.

She had to be faster.

She was going to find the mayor's aunt... If she moved faster, maybe her mother was not dead yet, and there was still a possibility...

Bang.

Another dull sound.

With a sharp pain in her forehead, Emily's eyes were full of stars, and she staggered back a few steps.

She retreated again, as if hope was rejected.

"Huh?"

Emily covered her forehead and looked in front of her in horror.

"Why?"

Without taking care of the pain in her head, she rushed forward and threw her hands at the empty wooden window.

It was not empty.

Although she couldn't see it, Emily's hands did touch something real.

It was like an invisible wall, firmly blocking her way and completely imprisoning her, the poor little white mouse, in the cage.

After beating it hard for a few times, she found that her thin body could not be shaken at all. Emily's eyes lost color because she suddenly realized that there was no hope at all.

She sacrificed her last precious thing in exchange for a futile fight of trapped beasts.

"Pah... pah... pah."

At this time, slow and rhythmic palms sounded, like the audience's heartfelt admiration at the end of the drama.

A figure appeared from the dark shadows.

The man wore a tall hat, but tattered clothes, which looked very funny. Under the dim starlight outside the window, a messy beard was reflected.

"Good, good, good, a little girl actually has the courage to do this. It's respectable and lamentable. What a wonderful scene it is. It's so touching that it makes people cry."

The figure exclaimed, couldn't help but take out the harp, and plucked it excitedly a few times.

The clear sound of the piano rang out, and the noisy insects instantly quieted down. The man's steps were strange, as if he was dancing, and he sang poems that Emily couldn't understand with his crooked and funny movements.

"You...you are..."

Emily turned her head stiffly, and her pale little face looked particularly pitiful.

"Hey, don't you recognize me?"

After the performance, the figure took off his hat and saluted the only audience:

"I am a wandering poet, wandering poet Marvin Strymo, and this is my temporary name."

"Wandering poet..."

"Hehe, do you remember? Three days ago, we had a fateful encounter."

Marvin turned around again and shouted intoxicatedly:

"Yes, fate, it's all fate, it was fate that guided me to find a perfect mother like you. Well, although you are a little young, it doesn't matter, I am very patient, I will patiently wait for you to grow up, and during this period... I will train you well."

"..."

Emily trembled, she didn't understand what Marvin said, but at this moment, she knew very well... The guy in front of her was the one who killed her mother.

"Give me back my mother!"

Anger finally defeated fear, and Emily threw the kitchen knife in her hand towards Marvin.

But how could a kitchen knife thrown by a little girl hurt Marvin?

"Alas, you mortals can never understand."

Marvin caught the kitchen knife and threw it aside, sighing sadly:

"But it doesn't matter, I will train you well and let you know... the beauty of this world!"

Crack...

Crack...

Crack...

The sound of joints rubbing rang out, and Emily's eyes widened, because she saw her mother, who had fallen to the ground, stand up again.

She walked towards Emily, her face no longer gentle, only extremely twisted and hideous.

"Mom..."

Emily called softly, but no longer got any response.

"Yes, it's your mom."

Marvin followed the woman's tone and laughed sharply:

"Come to your mom's arms, and you can be together forever from now on."

Crack.

Crack.

Under the control of the strange insect, the woman slowly walked to Emily, who was no longer able to escape, raised her hands that were constantly spasming, and stretched them towards Emily.

"Puff."

Then, the familiar, frightening sound, like something being pierced, sounded again.

Emily closed her eyes, and the terrible picture just now flashed through her mind.

"Mom, I'm sorry."

The little girl curled up pitifully, waiting for her own end,

but after waiting for a long time, she didn't feel any pain at all.

On the contrary, she suddenly felt a trace of warmth.

The warmth that she hadn't felt for a long time.

She opened her eyes confusedly and saw that it was not herself who was pierced, nor was it her mother who was controlled in front of her.

It was... the invisible wall.

By a pure white blade.

The blade tore open the barrier, and a large and warm hand reached out, gently protecting her in it.

On the other side, in Marvin's vision, everything around him had disappeared. In the torn crack, he only saw a pair of angry eyes burning with blazing black flames!

64. Performance

The barrier covering the old house was easily torn open, and the blond man stepped in. Bright spots of light surrounded him, bringing light to dispel the darkness, and also gave his handsome and cold profile a majestic halo.

Like a messenger of the gods, tearing open the filthy cage.

Everything in the house quickly fell into the pupils burning with blazing black flames. Mu En looked around, and when his eyes fell on the woman not far away, his breathing suddenly became rapid.

This thin and pale woman was being controlled by the hideous and disgusting insects on her head. She made all kinds of stiff and weird movements. The tears in the corners of her eyes had not dried yet, but her expression was angry and distorted.

But what shocked Mu En's heart was not the woman and the insects, nor the wandering poet who finally saw his true face, but the ordinary crossbow arrows stuck in the woman's body.

The crossbow arrows randomly pierced into various parts of the body, indicating the unfamiliarity of the shooter and the fact that the woman had no trace of dodging at all.

Combining the surrounding environment and the current situation, Mu En's thoughts turned, and he soon understood the identity of the woman and the reason for all this.

This may be... one of the cruelest scenes in the world.

The mechanical crossbow that fell in the corner in the corner stabbed Mu En's eyes. He couldn't imagine how much courage it took for a little girl to raise the crossbow and aim at the person she loved most.

"Sorry, Emily."

Mu En lowered his eyelids, hugged the poor little girl in his arms, felt the trembling and fear transmitted from the petite body, and whispered:

"I'm late."

"... Big... Brother?"

Emily still raised her head in a daze, looking at Mu En with lifeless eyes, and the pale little face still had a toughness that did not belong to this grade, which made people feel even more distressed.

Mu En touched her head and gently held her behind him:

"Don't worry, leave it to me, your big brother, next. You close your eyes and stay here obediently, okay?"

Perhaps it was the gentle smile on Mu En's face at the moment that infected the little girl, or perhaps she was just desperate and instinctively grasping the last straw. Emily nodded obediently, hid behind Mu En, and closed her eyes.

She has always been so obedient and sensible.

Mu En also closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

Then when he opened his eyes again, the long-suppressed anger turned into a coldness that almost tore everything apart.

"A wandering poet, huh?"

Mu En looked at the sloppy man not far away with an expressionless face. At this point, he did not look that furious and cruel, and his tone was calm, as if he was greeting an old friend.

"Did you do everything that happened at the festival?"

"Ah, hello, I'm Marvin Strymo. As you said, I'm a poet who wanders around, collects inspiration, and performs for different people."

Facing Mu En, the uninvited guest, Marvin did not show too much panic. He was like a real performer, expressing a sincere welcome to every audience.

"As for that festival... Hehe, it was a really good performance, wasn't it?"

"... Yes."

Mu En was silent for a moment, and replied casually: "It was indeed a very good performance. Both the participants and the audience were completely moved."

"It's really... impressive."

Ding. Ding. Ding. Ding.

Mu En tapped the blade while answering.

The blood and wailing not long ago, the pain and wailing in front of him, kept alternating in his mind, but his hands were still very steady, and the rhythm of his fingertips was steady and regular.

The crisp sound seemed to overlap with the old wall clock, counting the passage of time bit by bit.

Suddenly, the sound became chaotic.

It was as if the clock hands, which were moving forward diligently, could not keep up with the rhythm of the fingertips.

Or, the originally steady rhythm suddenly accelerated dozens of times.

Mu En's figure disappeared.

Then it appeared again.