landbeastnovel 459 Death Embrace (3/5)
459 Death Embrace (3/5)
After her death, her mother was buried in the blood rose family cemetery.
And these family cemeteries are near the castle.
Now I see the figure of my mother here, although I know in my heart that my mother is dead.
But Mike still couldn't help chasing after his mother's figure~.
The ballad gradually became clear in my ears, and Mike became more and more excited.
Because Mike recognized it, it was indeed mother's voice!
It's hard to say, isn't the mother dead?
Thinking of this, Mike couldn't help but get excited.
Maybe the mother's death more than ten years ago was suspended animation? Was it a plan?
Started to think wildly in my mind.
Although I know that this possibility is almost zero, but after all, there is such a possibility, isn't it?
"Mike~"
A soft calling sounded in the distance, and the woman stopped in her tracks.
In the thick mist, the black figure stretched out his slender arms towards him.
"Mother."
Hearing this familiar voice, Mike burst into tears like a tide.
Choking and rushing towards the black figure, Mike wanted to rush into his mother's arms right now.
But suddenly something tripped under his feet.
Let Mike fall hard.
Looking around in a little confusion, Mike discovered that there were a lot of tombstones around him.
It wasn't until then that Mike realized that he had come to a cemetery.
He raised his head and looked to the side, there was the family emblem of Blood Rose on it.
There is no doubt that this is the family cemetery of Blood Rose.
"What's the matter, Mike?"
A gentle and familiar voice sounded from the distant mist.
Looking up, Mike sobbed.
"Mom, I'll be right there."
Getting up from the ground, Mike walked deep into the cemetery.
When I was a child, I was very afraid of this place, because it was a gathering place for the dead.
It is also the place where my mother sleeps.
But now, Mike felt very warm here.
The cold mist seems to have a temperature with the mother's voice.
This made Mike feel a kind of peace that cannot be described in words.
Sure enough, home is where there is a mother.
It never occurred to Mike how weird it was to have such thoughts in a cemetery.
Now Mike has forgotten everything, as long as he can find his mother, that is better than anything else.
Staggering up the steps towards the cemetery, in the thick fog, Mike finally saw the longing man in front of him.
Light yellow dress, kind and beautiful face, long black hair.
This is his mother, seeing this scene, Mike finally couldn't help the feelings in his heart.
"Wow" cried aloud.
Mike rushed up and hugged the person in front of him tightly.
Painfully said.
"Mom, I miss you so much."
No matter what kind of person you are, you will always be a child in front of your mother.
Tears continued to flow, and Mike buried his head in his mother's warm arms.
Feel the familiar warmth.
Crying to his mother about the grievances he has suffered in these years, Mike wants to keep talking like this forever.
However, Mike didn't notice that the fog around him was getting thicker and thicker.
A lanky figure appeared behind the mother.
Looking at the child in her arms, tears flowed from the corners of the woman's eyes.
Leaning close to the ear of Mike who had been crying, the woman whispered.
"Mike, run."
"What, mother?"
Hearing this, Mike couldn't help being stunned.
He raised his head and looked at his mother in confusion, only to see that her mother was already in tears.
Suddenly, he pushed Mike away vigorously.
The mother's expression instantly became ferocious.
The originally gentle voice became heart-piercing, like crazy.
"Run! Mike! Run!"
Pushed to the ground, Mike couldn't help but froze.
He raised his head and looked at his mother. It wasn't until then that Mike realized that his mother's beautiful clothes had begun to rot.
The clothes began to rot, and the soft and warm arms began to fade.
That is the soul of the mother, a soul drawn by countless silk threads.
Silk threads made of mist run through the empty body.
The mother's soul is struggling desperately in these threads, and it can be seen that the mother is in great pain.
Two large hands suddenly appeared on the mother's soul.
One grabbed the mother's neck, and the other grabbed the mother's slender waist.
The big hand is pale, and the fingers are as slender and terrifying as dry branches.
At the moment of being held, the mother's soul no longer struggled.
Tears of nothingness dripped from the soul's eyes, looking at her child, the mother's eyes were full of sadness and despair.
The mother opened her mouth gently and said the last sentence.
"run!"
As the last sentence was spoken, there was only a stab.
It was as if a rag had been torn apart.
Those big hands actually tore the mother's soul in two.
Seeing this scene, Mike stretched out his hand and said in pain.
"No~~"
The soul dissipated in the air, and the owner of the big hand appeared in Mike's eyes.
…ask for flowers………
It was a strange man with a height of more than two meters.
The black dress, the tall gentleman hat, and of course, the face wrapped in linen like a mummy.
Under the scarlet eyes, there is a ferocious mouth with a smile.
Looking at Mike, the weirdo smiled and said in a tone that sounded mild but chilled.
"Run, boy, your mother told you to run away."
Staring blankly at the weirdo, Mike didn't wake up until then.
This is not a person, look at the monster's big mouth full of sharp teeth.
Mike let out a scream, and ran towards the outside of the cemetery.
However, the thick fog made it impossible for Mike to judge where the gate was.
The steps under my feet disappeared at some point.
Because of fear, Mike even fell several times.
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Finally, in fear and exhaustion, Mike fell again.
The wet soil entered the mouth, making Mike have no strength to run.
Looking up, the familiar tombstone appeared in his eyes.
On it, is a portrait of a beautiful woman.
Staring blankly at the tombstone, Mike murmured to himself.
"Mommy, help.....me."
A huge palm appeared beside Mike.
The slender and strong arms hugged Mike gently.
At this moment, Mike froze.
The soul and body seemed to have fallen into a cold ice cave.
Something lightly rested on his shoulders.
Mike, with only his eyes moving, moved his gaze to the right tremblingly.
The terrible face wrapped in linen was draped on his shoulders.
It was the weirdo.
It's the Mists!
The voice of the Mist Man is still gentle, full of magnetism and confusion.
This voice, like the cradle of death, made Mike's eyes blur.
"Lost child, the Mist Man has brought you home."
Listening blankly to these words, Mike's lips twitched slightly.
"Take me...to find...Mom."
Hearing Mike's words, the Misty Man giggled.
The arms are slowly closed, as if to completely hug Mike into his arms.
The thick fog gradually shrouded the place.
"Don't worry, child, the Misty Man will lead you to find your mother."
There was a crackling sound of bones.
All is at peace.
And the old ballad still echoes in the fog.
"Lost children~ the kind people of the mist will eventually bring you back to the embrace of the mist~ Wan".