Xu Mo's head felt a twinge of pain, as if it might burst at any time. Countless scenes were played in his mind like a movie. He wanted to wake up, but his eyelids could not be opened.

Is the ghost on the bed?

A thought appeared in Xu Mo's mind, and his consciousness was still struggling. Finally, his left finger moved, and it felt cold and sticky to the touch. His right hand seemed to be pressing a heavy object, and it had become a little numb.

"Huh..." Xu Mo finally opened his eyes, panting heavily, feeling extremely tired.

As if sensing something, Xu Mo suddenly raised his left hand and took a look. The palm of his hand was dyed red, which was shocking. Xu Mo's eyes glazed over and his heartbeat accelerated.

His right arm still couldn't move. He moved his head and glanced at his right arm. He saw a young body curled up there. The tattered clothes were also stained with blood. In addition to blood stains, there were also tear stains on the childish face.

It was a girl about five years old, and she was still sobbing even as she slept.

Xu Mo carefully turned sideways, bent his arms, supported the ground with his elbows, and stood up sideways, letting the girl lean against his chest.

Xu Mo sat up and looked to his side, his heart twitching violently, and he felt a sharp tearing pain.

In the small house, two cold bodies were lying on the ground. They had turned faintly into dark purple, and the blood stained the floor red. It was obvious that they had been dead for some time.

A memory appeared in Xu Mo's head, and there was a stinging pain, accompanied by a strong sadness and heart-wrenching pain. It seemed that he could no longer distinguish who he was.

He lowered his head and glanced at the sobbing girl in his arms, feeling even more uncomfortable inside.

Xu Mo vaguely realized what had happened to him. He lowered his head and looked at the ground. Broken furniture was scattered all over the floor. Xu Mo found a broken lens. He moved his body, picked up the lens with his left hand and took a picture. He saw a picture.

He has a slightly green face, about fifteen years old, with a sickly pale face.

The girl's eyelashes fluttered, she opened her eyes and shouted: "Brother."

As if she had thought of something, the girl cried violently. She struggled to turn around in Xu Mo's arms, but Xu Mo forcibly held her head down. He held her neck tightly with his right hand and used a slight force on his arm to prevent her from breaking free.

"Don't look."

Xu Mo said softly, his heart was piercing his heart, and his breathing seemed to be in pain.

A five-year-old girl saw her parents and brother beaten to death with her own eyes. What kind of tragic scene was this?

"Brother, I'm scared..." The girl's body was shaking while crying, and her little hands hugged Xu Mo tightly. Xu Mo's heart trembled with the cry, and the strength in her hands became tighter.

"Don't be afraid, brother is here." Xu Mo tried to make his voice gentler.

"Brother, are mom and dad asleep? Why are they bleeding? Brother, can you wake them up?" the girl cried.

"Yao'er, mom and dad are tired, can you let them take a nap?" Xu Mo said softly, looking down at the girl, trying his best to squeeze out a smile.

"Okay." Although the girl was still crying, she still nodded obediently.

Xu Mo stood up with the girl in his arms and looked around. The simple room only had about twenty square meters. The living room and kitchen were integrated. There was dust everywhere. There was only one small bedroom.

Xu Mo walked into the bedroom carefully and put the girl on the bed. The girl looked at him, seeming a little scared.

"Yao'er, please take a nap, brother will stay with you." Xu Mo whispered to the girl, who nodded and still held Xu Mo's hand and refused to let go.

"Go to sleep, you'll be fine when you wake up." Xu Mo stroked the girl's hair with his other hand, going down her forehead, and helped her close her eyes.

The girl was obedient and showed no resistance. Xu Mo stayed by her side for a while, then gently withdrew his hand and covered the girl with a quilt.

The room was in a mess, and clothes were piled up. Xu Mo found two shabby quilts and walked out of the bedroom to cover the body. He searched in his memory for how to deal with this situation, but the original owner obviously had no memory of this and was under fifteen.

At the age of 10, he does not yet have some life experience.

I only vaguely know that the dead are buried and cremated.

"money!"

Xu Mo took a look at the messy room, but it had all been turned over. I'm afraid everything of some value had been taken away. This world seemed to be more cruel than the original owner remembered.

Thumb, thump, thump...

There was a sound, the ajar door was pushed open, and a middle-aged figure walked in. He glanced at the body covered with white cloth on the ground, then looked at Xu Mo, his eyelids twitched, and he asked: "Yes."

Someone from the arsenal?”

"Probably." Xu Mo nodded. In his memory, his parents were ordinary workers in an arsenal, but suddenly one day they ran home and did not dare to go back. They even ran to the law enforcement team. It seemed that they had encountered something.

matter.

According to Xu Mo's memory, his parents did not tell him what happened, but he also vaguely heard them talking about the arsenal hiding some secrets. They were scared and wanted to report it, but in the end they ended up like this. A family of four

Except for Xu Yao, who was less than five years old, everyone was beaten to death.

"Confused, I told them not to meddle in other people's business, otherwise they wouldn't end up like this." The middle-aged man said, he is the younger brother of Xu's father, who is also Xu Mo's uncle.

Xu Mo looked at him and found that there was no sadness or anger in the other person's eyes when he said this, and he was so calm that he didn't look like a biological brother at all.

I learned from my memory that his parents were more honest, while his uncle was more cunning, and the brothers didn't have much contact with each other on weekdays.

"Xu Mo, the matter has come to this, I can only take care of your parents' funeral first." Uncle Xu sighed: "However, cremation will also require a sum of money, and my uncle doesn't have much savings. I will find someone to borrow it first, and try my best to

Be more decent and sell this shabby house first, what do you think?"

Xu Mo looked at the other party with a somewhat wary look. In his memory, his uncle was not that easy to talk to.

"Where will Yao'er and I live?" Xu Mo asked.

"I will apply to be your guardian. You and Yao'er will follow your uncle from now on." Uncle Xu said.

"My uncle's family is not big. If we add Yao'er and me, I'm afraid we won't be able to live in it. What's more, Yao'er will grow up in the future, which will be inconvenient." Xu Mo responded.

A trace of impatience flashed in Uncle Xu's eyes. Xu Mo, who is usually timid and timid, how could he know about these things? Now he should be frightened to death. How could he even think about the future?

"Don't worry about this, uncle will find a way." Uncle Xu said in a somewhat impatient tone.

Xu Mo stared at the other person, and then said: "Thank you uncle for your kindness, but I won't bother you anymore. I will take care of Yao'er by myself."

"What do children know?" Uncle Xu shouted, stared at Xu Mo, his eyes were a bit ferocious, and threatened: "This time you are so lucky that you can't protect yourself and you still have to take care of Yao'er? Be honest.

Follow me. As for Yao'er, you don't have to worry. She will forget all this when she is still a few years old. I will find a good family for her. If I meet a big shot who wants to adopt a child, if I'm lucky, Yao'er will be able to live a good life.

Good times."

As he spoke, he emphasized: "This matter is settled."

Xu Mo looked at Uncle Xu's expressionless face, but his heart was cold. The original owner had a job. Although he didn't earn much money, it was enough to support himself. Yao'er was young and needed to be taken care of, so Uncle Xu planned to give it away. He didn't know yet.

'Gift' or 'sell', as for the probability of finding a good home, it is basically zero.

This is taking advantage of his brother being beaten to death to plot to seize the house.

Uncle Xu felt a little uncomfortable being stared at by Xu Mo. He thought that this little beast seemed to have become a little different after being stimulated. He was so courageous, but he still didn't believe that he couldn't control a kid under fifteen years old.

"I don't want it." A childish voice came. Xu Mo turned around and saw Yao'er standing at the door of the room with bare feet. He was obviously frightened and woke up. He looked at Xu Mo with big moist eyes: "Yao'er doesn't want it.

Give it to someone else.”

Xu Mo's heart hurt when he saw the tears in the girl's eyes. He walked over and hugged her and said, "Brother will not send Yao'er away."

"There is no place for children to talk here." Uncle Xu glared at Yao'er.

Yao'er shrank and looked at Xu Mo.

Xu Mo felt angry in his heart. He carried Yao'er into the room and put her on the bed. He rubbed her head and said, "Be good, Yao'er. My brother will protect Yao'er. Please don't move in the room, okay?"

"Okay, Yao'er, listen to your brother!" The girl nodded obediently.

"Be good!" Xu Mo kissed the girl's forehead gently, walked out of the room again and closed the door.

"Uncle, please go back. I will handle things here by myself." Xu Mo walked out and looked at Uncle Xu and said, not expecting his uncle to help him.

When Uncle Xu heard this, he stared at Xu Mo with vicious eyes, a ferocious smile appeared in the corner of his eyes, walked towards Xu Mo step by step, and said coldly: "You little beast, you are so shameless, your parents are dead.

Do you understand?"

As he spoke, he kicked Xu Mo directly. Xu Mo, who was already weak, fell to the ground. Uncle Xu said: "Just cooperate with me obediently. Do you think I am willing to take you in? Don't worry, Yao'er.

This little girl is quite cute and can be sold for a good price, as some big men in the black market like this."

Xu Mo coughed, and his hand that he clenched hard trembled.

"Humph." Uncle Xu glanced at Xu Mo coldly, then walked around him towards the room: "Yao'er, uncle will take you to play."

With that said, he opened the door.

Suddenly there was a voice behind him, and Uncle Xu frowned, with a murderous intent in his eyes. He originally wanted Xu Mo to be of some value and could make him some money as a coolie, but now it seems...

No one cares about things here anyway.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw a sharp piece of glass stabbing towards him violently, and his pupils shrank violently. How could he have thought that his always cowardly nephew would do such a thing? He couldn't help but look horrified, and he wanted to stretch out his hand to block it.

But before it was too late, Xu Mo seemed to have exhausted all his strength, and the glass shards stabbed directly from his forehead and penetrated directly!
Chapter completed!