LRAB Chapter 344 The Child in Memory
Chapter 344 The Child in Memory
Except for myself, everyone who is hurt by the sword will continue to be hurt...
There is one prerequisite, the person injured by the sword...
I closed my eyes and began to look at that memory.
The memory is ordinary and plain, one day I was dressed up very beautifully...
Myself in the mirror...
?
A pair of deep blue eyes and mostly golden hair, is this the cub me?
Strange, the eye color doesn't match, and the hair doesn't match either, so it really can't be the memory of someone like me...
I overturned the result just now and felt that it was not me, but I was the only one who could see the memory of this child...
"Yeah! Looking for mom!" Judging from this face, he seems to be about... eight or nine years old?
Children grow fast or slow. Some ten-year-olds can be over 1.3 meters tall, while others are only a little over 1 meter tall. It is the most difficult to judge a child at this age...
“Well, you’re here…” Mom, I changed my clothes today, and this kind of clothes… won’t get stained with blood.
A gentle hug...with a strong smell of blood.
"Today is supposed to be your 10th birthday, right?"
"Hmm!" Since I can't see my own expression from the first-person perspective, I should be very happy, right? I should be full of joy and happiness, right?
"Well, it's good when you get old enough."
On a day of celebrating beauty, mutations.
A sword suddenly stabbed out.
"Mom!" The scene was shocking...
"Do it." His body was pressed to the ground, looking down at him. "I have finally waited for this day, isn't it? My dear child... and the last sacrifice... Hate me as much as you can. Hatred and despair are the best nutrients."
"Mom? Mom!" The body was crying... The struggle was meaningless, but at this moment it felt the pain as if it were her own.
“What’s the first step?”
"Sir, you should prick your finger with a needle first."
"Mother……"
"It will be a bit painful," the other person calmly took out a row of needles and began to slowly pierce his fingers. The pain made every feeling seem extremely long. It was only a few minutes, but it felt like decades. Even if I were to experience this again now, I would feel like dying. "Don't call me mom anymore, okay? That guy is already dead..."
“Mom…Mom…Wu…”
The fingers were pierced with needles and then pulled out, blood almost spurted out, and the bloody hand was pressed against the blade.
"Guess what your biological parents looked like when they died?" The man seemed to be thinking, but he continued to prick his hand with a needle, this time on the back of his hand, "Why was my child not born, but their children were safe?!"
"Wow..." This young body didn't know why her mother suddenly spoke harshly to her. Why did she suddenly stop loving her?
"I am not your parent. Your parents died on the day you were born safely..."
What a peaceful day! My child was stillborn... Perhaps I had already prepared myself mentally and could have faced it calmly, but their child... the child of such a weak guy, was born safely...
"God is so unfair, but it doesn't matter. You will be the last consumable, with only one soul left..."
"Stab the legs with the sword."
The sword pierced into his legs, causing severe pain, like flames burning his soul, and then the sword was pulled out.
"The next step is to fill the ears with hot wax..."
"I understand."
It was a painful feeling, and suddenly the world felt silent... Everything was so painful...
After the injection, I felt dizzy and had a strong tinnitus, but I couldn't hear clearly. The other party took out the needle again, asked something, and then seemed to pierce my eyes...
It seemed that something else interrupted everything. The other party rushed out with the sword. The sword still had a scabbard. It was a very ordinary scabbard of the same color as the sword.
My hands were still bleeding and I didn't have the strength to stand up. The wound on my leg was also bleeding. I felt like my soul was being plucked out of its shell and taken away.
It was a very strange feeling. For a moment, I seemed to know nothing and not think about anything...
“Mom…” Which mom are you thinking about? Is he thinking about his biological mom who he may not have met yet, or is he thinking about the mom who just hurt him?
It's quite uncomfortable to experience it from my own first-person perspective...
The hot wax on one side slowly flowed out. The burning sensation was very intense, but I could barely make out the sound. It was an unexpected self-healing ability...
Someone was kicked in. Was it my mother? There was a lot of blood on her body, and the sword was out of her hand. The other person looked very crazy, but he was unable to get up, and then looked at me.
I didn't know what I was relying on, I crawled slowly and picked up the sword, enduring the pain of the wound rubbing against the rough stone ground with every step.
He held the sword in his mouth, and the sharp blade cut his mouth and tongue, but he tried his best to hold the object in his mouth.
My hands were too weak to stand up, so I had to carry it over with my mouth.
"Mother……"
"Good boy... as long as... don't..." The other person said a series of words. I couldn't hear them clearly and could only make out a few words based on the lip shape, but the person in my memory seemed to understand.
"Mom...it's okay, Mom...kill me...this way, Mom can live...I love Mom..." Aren't these words too excessive and too saintly?
This is the love that children have for their parents, unconditional, a love that they are willing to give even if it hurts themselves...
The other party's crazy expression showed a hint of sobriety. He looked at him in a way he had never seen before, and then began to laugh wildly. His laughter was very harsh, but it revealed incomparable desolation.
"I was wondering why my sword still couldn't succeed... The last soul destroyed everything!" This time, he heard it clearly, because the other party stuffed the sword into his hand. His blood nourished the sword, and the sword also gave back to him, allowing his body to slowly recover. "Why would that guy's child be a child like you?! Why? Why?!"
"Do you want to atone your sins?" It was a voice I had never heard before, but it seemed familiar... I couldn't see the person clearly because my vision had gone dark due to excessive blood loss.
"&'...Poor child..."
I didn’t understand the previous word. In other words, my body didn’t understand this sentence.