Xu Mo's head felt a sharp pain, as if it could crack open at any moment. Countless images were projected in his mind like a movie, and he wanted to wake up, but his eyelids could never be opened. Is the ghost pressing on the bed? A thought appeared in Xu Mo's mind, and his consciousness was still struggling. Finally, his left finger moved, and the sensation felt cold and sticky. His right hand seemed to be pressing heavy objects, and he had become somewhat numb. Huh... "Xu Mo finally opened his eyes and gasped heavily, feeling extremely exhausted. As if sensing something, Xu Mo suddenly lifted his left hand and glanced at it. His palm was dyed red, which was shocking and made Xu Mo's eyes dull and his heart beat faster. His right arm still couldn't move, and his head moved. He glanced at his right arm, where a young body was curled up. His tattered clothes were stained with blood, and his young face was covered in tears as well as blood. This was a girl around five years old, still sobbing while she was asleep.
Xu Mo cautiously turned sideways, with his arms bent and his elbows supporting the ground. He stood up sideways and let the girl lean against his chest. Sitting up, Xu Mo looked beside him, his heart convulsing violently with a sharp tearing pain. In the small house, two cold bodies lay horizontally on the ground, faintly turning into a dark purple color. Blood stains stained the floor red, indicating that death had been going on for some time. A memory surfaced in Xu Mo's head, accompanied by a sharp pain and intense sadness, as if he could no longer distinguish who he was. I lowered my head and glanced at the girl sobbing in my arms, feeling even more uncomfortable inside. Xu Mo vaguely realized what had happened to him and looked down at the ground. Broken furniture was scattered on the ground. Xu Mo found a broken lens and moved his body. He picked up the lens with his left hand and took a photo. He saw a slightly inexperienced face, about fifteen years old, with a sickly pale complexion. The girl moved her eyelashes, opened her eyes, and shouted, "Brother As if she had thought of something, the girl burst into tears and struggled to turn around in Xu Mo's arms. However, Xu Mo forcibly held her head and tightly wrapped her right hand around her neck, with a slight force on her arm that made it impossible for her to break free. Don't look Xu Mo spoke softly, his heart twisted like a knife, and his breathing seemed to be filled with pain. A five-year-old girl witnessed her parents and brother being beaten to death with her own eyes. What a tragic scene is this? Brother, I'm afraid... "The girl's body trembled as she cried, her small hands tightly embracing Xu Mo. Xu Mo. His heart trembled with the crying, and the strength in his hands tightened even tighter. Don't worry, brother is here. "Xu Mo tried to make his voice gentler. Brother, are Mom and Dad asleep? Why are they bleeding? Brother, can you go wake them up, "the girl cried. Yao Er, Mom and Dad are tired, can we let them sleep for a while? "Xu Mo looked down at the girl and whispered, trying to squeeze out a smile.
Okay. "Although the girl was still crying, she nodded obediently. Xu Mo stood up with the girl in his arms and looked around. The simple room was only about twenty square meters, and the living room and kitchen were integrated, covered in dust everywhere. There was only a small bedroom. Xu Mo cautiously walked into the bedroom and placed the girl on the bed. The girl looked at him with eyes that seemed a little scared. Yao Er, you go to sleep for a while, and my brother will be by your side, "Xu Mo whispered to the girl. The girl nodded and still held Xu Mo's hand, unwilling to let go. Hurry up and sleep, you'll be fine when you wake up, "Xu Mo gently stroked the girl's hair with his other hand, sliding down her forehead and helping her close her eyes. The girl was very obedient and didn't resist. Xu Mo stayed by her side for a while, gently withdrew his hand, and covered her up with a blanket. The room was very messy, with clothes piled up together. Xu Mo found two torn blankets and walked out of the bedroom to cover the body. He searched in his memory for how to handle this situation, but the original owner obviously did not have any memory of it. He, who was not yet fifteen years old, did not have any life experience. I only vaguely know that the dead are buried and cremated.
money Xu Mo glanced at the messy room, realizing that everything had been rummaged through. It seemed that all the potentially valuable items had been taken away. This world seemed even more cruel than the one the original owner remembered. beep beep beep beep
A voice was heard, and the slightly ajar door was pushed open. A middle-aged figure walked in, glanced at the body covered with a white cloth on the ground, then looked at Xu Mo, her eyelids twitched, and she asked, "Is it someone from the arms factory?" "It should be." Xu Mo nodded. In his memory, his parents were ordinary workers at a military factory. But one day, they suddenly ran back home and didn't dare to go back again. They even went to the law enforcement team, as if they had encountered some problems. According to Xu Mo's memory, his parents didn't tell him what had happened. However, he vaguely overheard them discussing that the arms factory was hiding some secrets. They were very scared and wanted to reveal the secrets, but in the end, they ended up with such a tragic outcome. All four members of the family, except for Xu Yao who was less than five years old, were beaten to death. "Foolish! I warned them not to meddle in other people's affairs, otherwise they wouldn't have ended up in such a mess," the middle-aged man said. He was Xu's father's younger brother, and thus Xu Mo's uncle. Xu Mo looked at him and noticed that there was no sadness or anger in his eyes when he said this. He was so calm that it didn't seem like they were biological brothers at all. From what I remember, his parents were relatively honest, while his uncle was more cunning. The two brothers didn't have much contact with each other in their daily lives. "Xu Mo, now that things have come to this, we can only deal with your parents' funeral arrangements first," Uncle Xu sighed. "However, cremation also requires a certain amount of money, and I don't have much savings. I'll borrow some money from others first, and try to make it decent. After that, I'll sell this old house. What do you think?" Xu Mo looked at the other person with a wary gaze, as his uncle was not someone who was easy to talk to in his memory. "Where will I live with Yaor?" Xu Mo asked.
"I will apply to be your guardian. You and Yaoer can stay with your uncle from now on," said Uncle Xu. "Uncle's house isn't very big either. If I and Yao'er were to live there, I'm afraid it wouldn't be spacious enough. Moreover, Yao'er will grow up in the future, which would be quite inconvenient," Xu Mo replied. A hint of impatience flashed across Uncle Xu's eyes. Xu Mo is usually so honest and timid, how could he possibly know about these things? He should be terrified right now, yet he still has thoughts about the future? "Don't worry about that. Uncle will find a way," Uncle Xu said in a somewhat impatient tone. Xu Mo stared at the other person for a moment and then said, "Thank you for your kindness, uncle. But I won't trouble you. I will take care of Yao'er myself."
"What does a child understand?" Uncle Xu scolded, glaring at Xu Mo with a fierce look in his eyes. He threatened, "You're lucky this time. You can't even take care of yourself, yet you still have to take care of Yao'er? Just follow me obediently. As for Yao'er, you don't have to worry. She's still young. In a few years, she'll forget all this. I'll find her a good family. If she meets someone important who wants to adopt a child, with a bit of luck, Yao'er will live a good life." "It's settled," he emphasized Xu Mo looked at Uncle Xu with a blank expression, but his heart was cold. The original owner had a job, and although he didn't earn much money, it was enough to support himself. However, since his youngest son was young and needed care, Uncle Xu planned to give him away, and it was still unknown whether he would be "given away" or "sold". As for the probability of finding a good family, it was basically zero. This is an attempt to seize the house by taking advantage of the death of the victim's own brother. Xu Shu felt somewhat uncomfortable under Xu Mo's gaze, wondering if this little brat had somehow changed after being stimulated. He was actually so bold, but he still didn't believe he couldn't handle a mere fifteen-year-old kid. "I don't want it." A childish voice sounded. Xu Mo turned around and saw Yao'er standing at the door of the room with her bare feet. She had obviously been awakened by the commotion. Her big, wet eyes looked at Xu Mo and said, "Yao'er doesn't want to give it to anyone else." Seeing the tears in the girl's eyes, Xu Mo felt a sharp pain in his heart. He walked over, hugged her, and said, "Brother won't send away Yaor." "This is no place for a child to talk," Uncle Xu shot Yao'er a glare. Yao'er shrank his body and looked at Xu Mo. Xu Mo felt a surge of anger rise in his heart. He carried Yaor into the room, placed her on the bed, and rubbed her head, saying, "Yaor, be good. Brother will protect you. Can you stay in the room and not move?" "Alright, listen to your brother!" The girl nodded obediently. "Be good!" Xu Mo kissed the girl's forehead lightly and walked out of the room again, closing the door behind him. "Uncle, you can go back. I'll handle things here myself," Xu Mo walked out and said to Uncle Xu, not expecting him to help him. Upon hearing this, Uncle Xu fixed his malevolent gaze on Xu Mo, a sinister grin creeping across his eyes. He advanced towards Xu Mo, his voice cold and harsh: "Little brat, you're asking for it. Your parents are dead, do you understand?" As he spoke, he kicked Xu Mo directly, causing the already weak Xu Mo to fall to the ground. Uncle Xu said, "Just cooperate with me obediently. Do you think I'm willing to take you in? Don't worry, Yaor. This little girl looks quite cute and can fetch a good price. Some big men in the black market like this kind of thing."
Xu Mo coughed, and his tightly clenched hand trembled slightly. "Hmph." Uncle Xu glanced coldly at Xu Mo and walked around him towards the room, saying, "Yao'er, uncle will take you to play." Saying this, he pushed open the door. Suddenly, a voice sounded behind him. Uncle Xu frowned, a murderous intent emerging in his eyes. He had originally thought that Xu Mo was still somewhat valuable and could be used as a laborer to earn some money, but now it seemed No one will care about what happens here anyway. As soon as he turned his head, he saw a sharp piece of glass coming towards him fiercely. His pupils contracted violently. He never would have thought that his usually cowardly nephew would do such a thing. His face paled in shock. He wanted to reach out and block it, but it was too late. Xu Mo seemed to have used all his strength, and the glass fragment directly pierced through his forehead and sank in!