"Good man, please help me!" The woman had already shed tears, her voice was blocked by the whimper in her throat, her hands were red, desperate and helpless.

However, the deducers of the Dark Star Guild are very vigilant. When they encounter such a thing, they will be like a turtle huddled in a shell.

Women still can't open the door of "indifferent".

She knelt down weakly, hugging the child and crying in tears.

This is the most real powerlessness of a mother when she cannot protect her children. No matter what kind of existence a woman is, what kind of memories she has when she moves after twelve o'clock. In short, at this moment, Yu Xing could feel that the emotions she showed were real.

It's so strange...

Is this a "person" after cognition is distorted? She won't think about why she hasn't seen the day for a long time, but will only do what she wants to do according to her deepest obsession.

But.

Yu Xing sighed.

Even though the woman's anxiousness was so real, he could only hear a breath in the woman.

The disordered breathing became increasingly unruly as the woman cried and shouted, but the baby in the cradle was quiet.

The baby was not breathing at all.

Another invisible branch penetrated into the corridor and slowly approached the woman's arms.

The swaddle clothes are indeed a bit thin and the enclosure is quite messy. It can be seen that the baby cannot receive too fine care, but the woman has tried her best.

The woman pressed her fingers tightly behind the cradle, wrapping the child in her arms like a treasure. If a calm and normal person stood beside her, she would find that she was holding the child too tightly.

The child's face was stuffed in her chest and there was no room for breathing.

【This child has been dead for a long time.】

The consciousness on the branches was transmitted back to Yu Xing's mind.

[I don't know if it was suffocated by his mother or frozen to death, because his body is really cold.]

The branches touched the baby's corpse through a circumference, touching the coldness that originated from the soul.

The poor woman didn't know that her child was dead, and she was still begging others to give something that would warm the child.

——At first glance, it looks like this.

The branches touched the woman's head again, and after a while, they shook back, and the branches shook.

[She is crazy, her taste is crazy, she feels that her child is not dead yet, but there is no meaning at all!]

【She will do bad things about this!】

【Can you eat it?】

"...No." Yu Xing replied silently in his heart.

The branches he controls always feel hungry, but he has confirmed that this hunger does not have to be satisfied, just like he wanted to drink blood when he was in chaos, even if he didn't drink it, he had nothing to do.

That was just the chaotic will on the tongue, and it was greedy and could not starve to death.

On the contrary, if he does not restrain the branches well and allows them to "eat" all kinds of strange things, his own consciousness will definitely be affected and polluted. It is unknown whether he will control the branches or the branches will control him.

He changed into a quieter and lazy branch and pushed the branch that was yelling to eat the woman back to another dimension.

Just then, a door opened a crack.

The woman suddenly turned her head and saw a pity-conscious eye in the crack of the door.

Yu Xing listened in the room with a real listen. The child on the other side opened the door.

The child was only in his early teens and listened to him for a long time in the room, but finally couldn't help it.

"You..." The child was a little timid. The clothes he wore were not very thick. The exposed skin was covered with frostbite and cracks, and his little face was chubby, with baby fat remaining.

Even in this case, he felt compassion for the woman, stretched out his hand through the crack of the door, and pinched a piece of cloth that had been torn from somewhere in his hand.

"This is for you, you give it to your little brother, uh, it's still a little sister... wrap it up..."

A light burst out in the woman's eyes instantly.

She rushed over, snatched the damage from the child's hand, wrapped the swaddle in her arms a thicker layer, and murmured to the baby happily: "Baby, is the baby warm? Baby, don't cry, we can definitely hold on, say thank you brother? Oh, mom, I forgot that you can't speak yet, be good baby."

She coaxed her for a while with tears in her smile, turned to the child behind the crack in the door and said, "Thank you, thank you so much..."

The child was at a loss when facing this kind of thanks. At the same time, he gradually relaxed because of the woman's tenderness towards the child.

The crack in the door was pushed a little bigger without realizing it, and the child stuttered: "No, it doesn't matter. If the baby can survive, what I did is nothing..."

The woman wiped her tears and let out a sound: "It's my little brother, my child is a boy. I'll thank you for him. Really, if it weren't for you, my child would really want..."

The child pinched the corners of his clothes restrainedly, but couldn't bear the thanks. He changed the topic: "I'm so good, I haven't cried yet."

The woman's face froze, as if she only remembered something when she heard this sentence.

She lowered her head and whispered: "Baby is so good. She knows that she won't cause trouble for her mother, so she won't cry..."

"Baby, why don't you cry?"

The baby in the swaddled clothes had no response, and his face was half-covered by the cloth wrapped around it, and he was too "behaved" and was too quiet.

The woman's eyes gradually widened, and she randomly pulled the cloth in front of the baby.

The baby's blue-purple face was exposed to the cold air.

The fat little baby's face and lips were purple, his eyes were closed, and there were frozen cracked skin on his clamps. The flesh on his face was inelastic and hard.

The child beside him screamed in horror when he saw this scene. For the child who had not seen many things, the little brother who was about to freeze to death and the body that had already frozen to death were completely different.

He couldn't even tell the difference between freezing and suffocating, but he was instinctively afraid of death.

The woman was awakened by the scream.

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"Baby……"

"Baby, why are you... why don't you cry?"

"It must be because of the cold. Yes, you must be frozen. You are very scared, don't be afraid, mom is here, you are just frozen, mom will find you something warm, you are waiting for mom, waiting for mom..."

The child behind the crack in the door calmed down and felt even more pitiful. He tried to comfort the woman: "Well, you have done a lot for him-ah!"

The child was pulled out from behind the crack in the door by a woman and fell to the ground. The woman's eyes faintly showed madness, and she still repeated words like "Baby, don't be afraid, wait for mother" in her mouth. She first put the swaddle on the ground beside her, and then crawled over to hold down the surprised child.

"What are you doing!"

"Let me go, let me go!"

The child realized the danger and punched the woman who pressed him, but the woman seemed to be unable to feel the pain and tore the child's clothes: "A little more, more more will not be cold..."

"Your son is dead! Why are you doing? This is my clothes!" The child burst into tears. He had been struggling to give a piece of cloth to the woman for a long time before he made up his mind. If the clothes were taken away, he would freeze to death!

Too cold.

It's really...too cold.

The child struggled violently, and he pushed the woman's hand with both hands: "Your son is dead! Help! Kill someone!"

"My son is not dead!" The woman roared and suddenly grabbed the child's neck, "Who do you curse! No one can hurt my baby!"

The child widened his eyes, and the squeezing feeling from his neck made his bones start to moan overwhelmed, his breathing was blocked, and the suffocation made him roll his eyes.

His strength is still too small, with thin arms and legs. Compared with an adult woman, especially an adult woman who has fallen into madness, the strength of resistance is too insignificant.

The child soon disappeared.

The woman was wearing a rough dress, took off all the clothes on the child, pulled off her sweater, and turned her head and held the clothes in front of the baby's body as if she was holding the treasure she had finally found.

"Baby, look, such thick clothes can warm you up! Mom will help you put them on, okay?"

She dug out the baby's body from the messy swaddle clothes. The ten-year-old's clothes were too huge on the baby. The woman wrapped the extra corners of the baby and raised the baby high with a flushed face: "Baby, what do you think?"

"Baby, can you make some noises? Are you hungry? Or is it cold? Tell your mother, have you learned to call her mother?"

The woman kept chattering, and the baby who had been dead for a long time was still silent.

She gradually calmed down from the chaos.

Looking at the baby's stiff limbs, the string I deceived had reached its extreme and could not hold on anymore and broke instantly.

She finally realized that the child was really dead.

After realizing it, the woman turned her head little by little and looked at the innocent child who was lying on the floor... who had just been strangled to death by her.

She cried loudly.

Tears gradually fainted into deep colors, the transparent liquid turned dark red, and blood and tears flowed, forming a pool of blood on the ground at an extremely strange speed.

The woman knelt in a pool of blood, and the smell of blood spread around her, which was stronger than usual, and rushed straight into the nasal cavity.

Yu Xing was not spared. When he smelled the bloody smell, his body began to stiffen. The ice bits first condensed on his hair and eyebrows, and then gradually covered the surface of his skin.

He lay on the bed, like in an ice coffin.

The flexion of the joints became difficult to do, and the whole body was as stiff as a corpse.

The extreme cold spread to the nerve endings. Yu Xing experienced the impact brought by the woman outside the door and quickly judged the essence of the impact. He felt that it was almost done and he slowly exhaled.
To be continued...