The Sound of the Ghost Knocking on the Door Was So Loud That the Neighbor's Elder Brother Was B

The entire basement, nothing.

There are only candles and oil lamps on the walls.

About a dozen square meters in size, all that was left was a burial mound at the height of a suitcase in the middle of the basement, and on the edge of the mound were various baby supplies.

Cute little clothes and trousers, cotton socks painted with a little sun, chubby Pikachu dolls, and cheerful books for reading characters...

Everything, with a child's innocence and happiness.

The pile of oozing blood next to it against the background made it even more lonely and desolate.

An eight-month-old child, who didn't even have time to look at the world, was buried in the grave and never saw the light of day.

Jiang Yan felt a little heavy in his heart.

Suddenly, the magical power of the hole and the secluded was opened.

The entire basement, nothing.

Only when Xiao Ruochu was extremely vigilant and cautiously stepped into the basement, there was a small ghost in the grave, who worked hard and worked hard to climb out of the grave.

She has a tender face that looks like a big sweet and juicy bun, big eyes that flicker and flickering, and a cute little mouth that puffs up slightly.

There is also a bulging belly, and small arms and legs that are generally round and fleshy.

The little ghost baby is about one or two years old.

After trying hard to climb out of the grave, he glanced at Jiang Yan timidly, but soon, he ran happily in the direction of his biological mother, Xiao Ruochu.

Two little hands were waving in the air, mischievous fingers trying to attract mother's attention.

But Xiao Ruochu only had fear in her eyes. She couldn't see the ghost baby at all, and she was full of precautions. She even dared to walk against the wall and squirm toward the grave, for fear that the child she knocked off would harm her.

Probably because this scene was repeated countless times, the little ghost baby flattened his mouth, a little unhappy.

She hesitated for a moment.

Carefully stretched out a small finger and poked Xiao Ruochu's leg.

He quickly retracted it, for fear of disturbing Xiao Ruochu.

When he met his mother's little ghost baby, a satisfied smile appeared on his face, and he started running around Xiao Ruochu again.

soon.

She seemed to have found something.

He tilted his small head, bit his fingers, and stared at the ghostly handprints on Xiao Ruochu's body with flickering big eyes.

The whole face collapsed, not happy at all.

Jiang Yan looked at her, stretched out his short legs, and struggled to climb onto Xiao Ruochu's back.

Then he bit off his tender wrist, pointed the bloody little fat hand at the fingerprints on Xiao Ruochu's back, and kept wiping it.

Every time she wiped it, Jiang Yan saw that her already weak soul body became weaker. ,

Jiang Yan's fist suddenly twisted up.

How could he not see that this was the little ghost baby who used his life to help her eliminate the curse in order to protect her mother.

No wonder this woman was tortured by the amulet for a month, and she is still alive to this day.

It was all the child she hated and guarded against, and was taking her life to continue it!

Anger rose.

Simply beast!

Such a vicious game against a little baby who only sees its mother.

It was probably exhausted.

The little ghost baby just fell off Xiao Ruochu's back, gasping for breath, no longer the joyful look just now, the whole little face lost a circle due to weakness.

at this time.

Xiao Ruochu, who was holding a bottle of blood in his hand, seemed to sense something.

He swallowed his saliva, trembled his voice, forced a motherly tone, and shouted to the grave: "Baby, come and drink grandma."

"Drink it, the baby can grow up quickly."

The word baby.

The almost transparent little ghost baby, whose soul body has been weakened, has risen again.

She moved her short legs diligently and sat on the grave.

With a satisfied smile on his little face, he seemed to recall the word "baby" that his mother said just now.

The fleshy little toes curled up happily.

however.

When the milk bottle approached the grave, it came to her.

The little ghost baby clearly recognized it, it was something that was very bad for him.