Divine Realm!

Eternal Night!

There is no sun, no moon, and no stars.

The only light source is the dim light on the street lights that are clearly broken.

The lights are flashing.

Let the entire area covered by darkness be as straight as a ghost domain.

In this ghostly world.

In one of the broken buildings.

Among the same dilapidated house.

A tiny candle brings the only light source.

A young woman in ragged clothes and disheveled face was holding a ragged human-shaped doll.

He was trembling with the candlelight.

"It's dawn, it's dawn soon!"

"Don't be afraid, Dad is back at dawn!"

"Dad has something to eat when he comes back!"

"Be good Ying'er, don't cry! Don't cry!"

"You can't be heard by things outside!"

"Be good Ying'er!"

Her eyes were wide open and stupid.

When he spoke, there was also an extremely obvious madness in his tone.

She regarded the broken doll in her hand as her own child.

I also fantasized that the night will pass and the day will come!

However, dolls are just dolls after all.

The night must be endless!

As for the father she said, she didn't know the truth!

‘Dongdong!’

Sudden.

The dim candlelight swayed.

There was a knock at the door.

The woman curled up by the candlelight shook heavily.

He looked up suddenly and looked towards the door.

It was also at this moment that an expression of terror and horror appeared on her face.

"who?"

"It's not dawn yet, it's not that Dad is back!"

"It's a monster, the monster is here!"

"Yinger, don't speak out. Don't cry, don't cry!"

"You can't let the monsters hear us, don't cry!"

She stared at the door with horror on her face, murmured, while covering the broken doll's mouth in her hand tightly.

However, when I saw the woman getting more and more shocked, the broken door handle twisted gently and turned.

The door is open!

It was at this moment that the woman suddenly screamed in surprise.

He threw down the broken doll in his hand, pulled out a pair of long scissors from under the table with candles, and rushed towards the door.

In the blink of an eye, the woman rushed to the door, holding scissors in her hand, and stabbed wildly into the gap in the open door.

While stabbing, he shouted.

"Monster, go die, go die!"

"Don't think of hurting Ying Er, go to death!"

"Puchi!" There was a light sound, and blood spurted out.

At the same time, the door was completely opened.

Standing at the door was a strong man.

The woman's scissors stabbed into the man's arm.

The man showed pain.

But there are more on my face, but I feel helpless.

He endured the severe pain and lowered his head and said to the woman in a low voice.

"Xiaoxi, it's me!"

"Not a monster!"

"I'm back with the food!"

The man lifted the bag in his hand and shook it gently at the woman.

The woman was shocked immediately.

In his stupid eyes, he suddenly returned to the clarity.

With a scream, she quickly let go of her hand holding scissors and looked at the man with pain on her face.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I thought it was a monster!"

"I didn't mean it!"

"Um!"

Tears flowed out of the woman's eyes, and she held her face and burst into tears.

The man quickly reached out to the woman and comforted the woman, "It's okay, it's okay! This little injury is nothing!"

It can be clearly seen that the man's arms extending towards the woman were covered with scars of different sizes.

There are pieces, strips!

Obviously, men have experienced this kind of thing more than once!

Just as the man's hand was about to touch the woman, the woman suddenly looked up.

The ignorant look in his eyes suddenly appeared again.

"Yinger? Where is my Yinger?"

She quickly turned her head and saw the doll she threw down.

The woman ran over quickly and held the doll in her arms.

"Don't be afraid Ying'er, mom is here!"

"Mom won't let the monster catch you. I'm suspicious!"

The man looked at the woman's crazy appearance and smiled helplessly and heartbrokenly.

Then, he walked towards the dilapidated kitchen.

While walking, he also said to the woman, "Xiao Xi, are you so hungry?"

"I'm lucky today. I grabbed a few mice. I'll stew it for you for a longer time and let you make up for it!"

As he spoke, the man was already busy in the kitchen.

He took out several dark dead mice from the bag and pulled out the knife.

At this moment, the woman who was holding the doll muttered suddenly changed her face.

"I'm wondering, what's wrong with your hand?"

"Why did your hand break?"

The worn doll in her hand was broken and twisted.

This was caused by the woman just threw it down.

And this scene completely ignited the woman's madness.

"Yinger, your hand, your hand!"
To be continued...