Chapter 3401 (1/2)

There is a colorful French window inside. The oil lamp is placed on the other side of the window. After the light passes through the window, it casts a gorgeous color on the ground. However, this color, interwoven with the surrounding darkness, becomes a strange projection.

It was like a woman with eight legs, holding herself in her arms, and her shadow fell on the coffin in the cave.

Dilo shuffled to the coffin, the air smelling rotten and burnt.

As she approached the coffin, she flopped down on her knees. Around the coffin, the ground was covered with sharp glass debris and thorny vines. Dilo endured the pain and rubbed her knees on the ground. Little by little, she moved to the coffin and fell down with tears.

”Mom, my daughter has come back. She has never been able to take that step. Please respond to her! I'm really helpless and confused now! ”

The glass scraps cut her trousers, tore the soft skin of her leg, and left deep scars on it. The sharp spines pierced her leg deeply. They were growing upside down, trying to use their sharp bodies to stop the owner of the legs from moving on.

She endured a surge of pain, close to the coffin, the blood under her body soon soaked the debris on the ground.

And there, the rocks on the ground have already formed a thick mud shell, showing a purple black luster, like solidified blood scab.

Dilo finally got close to the coffin, put her two little hands on the coffin board, and pushed hard.

With a clattering sound, the coffin board was completely pushed away, revealing the things inside.

It was a twisted corpse, dry, scorched and smelly.

With the help of the light of the flower window above her head, dilo could see the charred skin on the corpse. They were wrinkled together, just like the shark skin that had been exposed in the sun. From the state of the corpse, it looked like a woman who had been burned to death. Because of severe dehydration, now she could see the lines of her bones.

With a gentle smile on her face and tears in her eyes, dilo helped the edge of the coffin to get up.

She slowly withdrew her clothes and carefully turned them into the coffin.

Just like lying in her mother's arms when she was a child, dilo lay beside the corpse. She pressed her skin tightly on her body to feel the touch of the corpse.

”Mom, you taste just like before! Your body is as considerate as night, warm as fire, and reliable as rock. My daughter wants one to hold you until the end of the world! ”

Dilo hugged the body, her face on top, curled up in the coffin like a baby.

After a long time, dilo wakes up from her sleep. She feels a palpitation, and then turns her head to look at the terrible body beside her.

From the inside of the corpse, there was a heart beating wave and a dull sound.

Dilo jumped out of the coffin. She laughed, covered her mouth, knelt down in the coffin, and listened to the chest of the corpse with her ears on her side.

Windhelm City, a shabby little room, there is a little boy shivering inside. He is guarding the door of the room, walking up and down, with anxious color on his face. The cold wind from the hole in the roof made him cold, and he didn't get close to the room.

In that room, there was a low voice, tender but full of hatred and madness.