Lin Yun pulled Tang Ning back, and the other players also quickly retreated, constantly increasing the distance between them and Zeng's mother. That thing could no longer be called Zeng's mother. It exuded a pungent corpse odor, and strange yellow water flowed from it, blending into the blood on the ground.
There was no wind blowing, but the woman's long hair was blown high. Her intact skin was torn into pieces in an instant, revealing the rotten and decayed skin inside. It could no longer distinguish the breath of a living person, and it hugged the dead Zeng Yishuang, uttering bursts of miserable wails.
It cried so terribly and sadly, but the child in its arms couldn't open its eyes to comfort it.
There was a sudden sound of a door slamming.
"What are you making so much noise for?! Damn it! Can't you let me sleep?!" Then a man's cursing roar came from the house. His words were not clear and he had a big stutter due to being drunk.
It suddenly became quiet after hugging Zeng Yi's body tightly.
Its cloudy eyes kept turning, and two lines of blood and tears flowed out of its eye sockets. It raised its ferocious face, and its strange gaze fell on the stunned players one by one, but it did not linger for too long.
Because it's not these players that attract it the most.
Lin Yun covered his mouth. He didn't need to say anything. Tang Ning held his breath and reduced his sense of presence like the other players. He saw a tall figure walking towards the door with a menacing look from the room.
It was my great-father who was still not completely sober and could not open his eyes. When he passed by the sofa, the man picked up a piece of wood on the ground.
The parts in the wooden board were scattered all over the floor like a tide.
Tang Ning covered his mouth as he watched the drunk man walking towards the door while cursing. This scene briefly overlapped with what Tang Ning saw at Zeng's house.
Veins bulged out on the man's arms. He strode towards the door, cursing uncontrollably. The anger of being woken up from his sleep could not be vented with simple words.
The furious man did not think about why his wife remained indifferent and huddled at the door after hearing the scolding this time.
Perhaps he sensed something was wrong as he approached her step by step. Years of violence had made him too disdainful to consider his wife's feelings.
Just looking at the back of the person kneeling at the door, with his long hair covering the blood oozing out of his face, he looked as docile and humble as a lamb to be slaughtered.
"It's so annoying. I was sleeping soundly. Why are you screaming like a ghost? Do you want to be beaten?!" The man raised the wooden board and smashed it hard on its back.
Like fragile assembled parts, it only takes a little force to break it into pieces and scatter all over the ground.
The wooden board slid off the trembling man. There was no trace of drunkenness in his originally drunken eyes, only a mixture of fear and shock. The man looked at the broken pieces on the ground in disbelief, and he slapped himself in panic.
A loud slapping sound was accompanied by the man's murmur: "It's a dream, it's a dream"
Perhaps a man's worst nightmare would not be like this -
The smelly blood flowed throughout the house, from the corners to the ceiling, from the dining table to the floor. The scattered fragments vibrated in the dazzling scarlet color, as if a figure was piecing them together again.
Although some parts are installed backwards, it is not a big deal.
His wife put on her apron again. The blood on the ground flowed back into her cracked body. She looked down at the man who had collapsed to the ground. His rotten face was expressionless.
The man was shivering all over, and the smell of urine and alcohol lingered around him.
He watched his wife limp into the kitchen and come out with a knife in her bruised hands.
“You know?” Sorrow flowed out like yellow water, blood and tears kept flowing from its eyes. Its vocal cords were damaged, and the voice it spoke was rough and strange: “My son is dead again.”
The man kept shaking his head and crawling on the ground in fear.
"Go and accompany me."
The door slammed shut, and there was a strange noise at first, and then shrill screams came from inside. The man's heart-wrenching cry seemed to crack the door.
"Help! Help me!"
"Ghost! Help me, I was wrong! I was really wrong!"
“Ahhhh!!!”
Such cries for help have been heard constantly in this house over the years.
But from now on, it can finally calm down completely.
After a long while, when some of the noises had calmed down, the players looking at each other in the corridor finally dared to make a sound: "Is it over?"
They looked at each other, and many players got goosebumps.
"Should it be over?" Bai Liang took out the key. Although he was not the one who had experienced all that just now, Bai Liang still felt a lingering fear. He hesitated for a moment and asked, "Do you want to go in and give it a try?"
"Let's go together."
Bai Liang inserted the key into the door lock, and the other players stood behind him. They pushed open the door together. There was no imagined smell of blood or miserable scene. Some people's perspective switched to that of a child from this moment on.
Tang Ning held the porcelain doll, looked up, and stood in front of the familiar door.
"Youyou." A woman wearing an apron waved gently towards Tangning. Her fingers were wrapped in white tape, emitting a faint smell of rust. "Come in quickly."
There were no cracks on her skin, but if you looked closely, you could see bruises on her sleeves. And looking closely, Tangning saw that the bruises on this woman had not yet healed.
He was too nervous the first time he came here to look at the woman seriously.
This time, Tang Ning didn't need anyone to hug him and walked into the room obediently.
The clock in the room still showed five past four.
The woman reached out and touched Tangning's cheek with her clean back, "Mom has to work, so you can't play by yourself anymore."
Tangning nodded.
After the woman finished her instructions, she returned to her chair, picked up the wooden board on the ground, and quickly got to work.
Tangning stood at the door, counting the time. He remembered that last time, it took about a minute for Zeng's father to push the door open. This time, Tangning stood there for a long time. There was no movement outside. Instead, the woman who had been working raised her head and looked at him. "What's wrong?"
Tangning didn't know how to explain. The woman said apologetically, "Do you want to play with mom? But mom doesn't have time right now. Can you just read the comic book by yourself?"
Where is the comic book
Tangning's eyes scanned the room and inadvertently stopped at the TV.
"It's not time to turn on the TV yet." The woman said softly, "How about watching it again at 7 o'clock in the evening?"
There is a TV at home, but the woman has no plans to turn it on. At his age, he is not in a position to seize the time to study. Could it be that she wants to save a little on the electricity bill
Tang Ning looked at the work done by the woman and couldn't help but ask: System, how much money can I make from this job
A thousand parts make a good block.
Tang Ning was stunned for a moment, then asked: How long will it take to assemble a thousand parts
Three hours.
Tangning thought for a moment, then he struggled to bring over a small stool and sat down in front of the woman. He said in a soft voice, "I want to play this with mom."
The woman smiled helplessly: "This is not fun."
"Don't worry, mom. I will be very careful and won't break anything." Tang Ning promised. He picked up the parts and strung them together carefully, showing them to the woman.
The woman stared at little Tang Ning with her bloodshot eyes without blinking, but little Tang Ning lowered his head and started working, looking happy, so the woman also lowered her head and worked.
No one spoke, only the slight sound of parts colliding.
Two people, one big and one small, kept making the product. The woman was much faster than little Tang Ning. When the woman made five, little Tang Ning had just finished one. He found that although this thing looked simple, it was actually very difficult to string it together. After making two or three, Tang Ning's fingertips began to hurt.
However, Tangning was very good at enduring the pain. He continued working without saying a word. When the time was almost up, Tangning put down the parts and looked at the woman, "Mom, I need to go out for a while."
"What are you doing outside?" the woman asked.
"The weather is so hot. I want to go to the store to buy some popsicles," Tangning said coquettishly.
The woman took a dollar out of her pocket and said, "Go ahead."
Tang Ning took the coin and stood up from the small stool. He walked out step by step holding the porcelain doll. When he reached the door, he stood on tiptoe to open it. The door opened, but Tang Ning did not leave immediately.
He turned and looked at the woman who was still working hard. Were the woman's eyes so red because she had to work like this all night long
"Mom!" the woman who worked with little Tangning shouted, "I want to tell you a secret."
The woman looked over with a bit of doubt, and even at this time, she had not stopped working.
Little Tangning smiled brightly, her eyes curved as if covered in honey, "I love you so much!"
The woman's expression seemed to be frozen. She who had been working on the product also stopped, standing still in mid-air.
Little Tang Ning walked out of the room and closed the door. He skipped out while holding the porcelain doll in his arms. His mentality seemed to have changed back to that of a child. Su Anyunzhi said that the way adults deal with their children is to say "I love you" to their mothers, and children are actually the ones who say this most often.
A simple "I love you" can make a mother happy.
Although he didn't understand the real reason for the Zeng family's situation, nor did he understand the woman's current situation, he knew that she had lived a very hard life.
Since he is now this mother's Youyou, why not use his status as Youyou to make her happy
As Tangning was thinking this, the door across from her opened and Lin Yun walked out. He looked unhappy and stiff, and he kept winking at Tangning.
Tangning looked at Lin Yun in confusion. Her sight moved upwards, from the top of Lin Yun's head, to the apron-wearing woman behind Lin Yun.
This was another Zeng's mother. Her skin was covered in bloodstains. However, the moment she saw Tangning, the bloodstains miraculously disappeared. The woman returned to her normal self and stood at the door, staring at Tangning in silence.
If a person doesn't say a word but just stares at you, it can still be a bit scary, especially when you know that the other person is not a human.
Tang Ning hesitated for a moment. He held the porcelain doll in one hand and waved at the woman with the other. Then he and Xiao Lin Yun, who was sweating profusely, quickly walked down the stairs.
They went down one floor, and the two doors downstairs opened. Little Jiang Mianmian and Lu Yuhua walked out together, but they were in a stalemate with the people in the house and couldn't take off their clothes immediately.
"Youyou, you can't leave now. What if Dad hides you and Mom can't find you?" "Youyou, your wound hasn't healed yet, why is this kid going out again?"
Two women's voices sounded almost simultaneously, and stopped at the same time because they saw little Tang Ning walking downstairs.
The women who were originally chattering suddenly stopped talking and stared at Tangning.
Tang Ning was holding the porcelain doll, standing blankly between the two doors.
Jiang Mianmian and Lu Yuhua took the opportunity to get out from the door. The women just looked at Tang Ning and ignored Jiang Mianmian and Lu Yuhua. When Tang Ning walked downstairs cautiously, the women did not stop him.
Xiao Lin Yun looked at Tang Ning with some confusion, asking Tang Ning what was going on with her eyes. Tang Ning looked back at him with even more confusion.
Zeng's mother's voice continued to echo downstairs: "Can't you study hard? You are no longer a kindergarten kid, you are in elementary school. If you don't work hard now, what will you do for the entrance exam to junior high school in the future?" "Eat something, Youyou, how about we go after you finish eating?"
Bai Liang was seen being taught a lesson by the woman while Zhou Kang, who lived opposite, was looking at the food the woman brought to his mouth with a loving look.
The two players tried to struggle, but the seemingly weak woman was very strong. Bai Liang almost tore his clothes off, but still couldn't take them off.
This stalemate changed the moment Tang Ning went downstairs. Zeng's mother, who was grabbing Bai Liang's clothes, loosened her grip and looked up at Tang Ning. Zeng's mother on the other side also gave up force-feeding Zhou Kang. The two women, who looked exactly the same, turned their attention to Tang Ning and stared at her without blinking.
Jiang Mianmian, who was close to Tang Ning, moved a little and found that Zeng's mother didn't even notice her.
Even a dull person could sense this strange atmosphere. Tang Ning held the porcelain doll in both hands and walked downstairs. The players around him were taller than him. Tang Ning wished he could shrink into a smaller ball so that he wouldn't be stared at by the women.
The room on the next floor was where the pair had stayed.
But now Zeng Yi and his wife are dead, maybe the door is still closed, and there will never be a new Zeng mother
Tang Ning prayed like this in his heart.
There was a dead silence downstairs. Tang Ning went down each stair very carefully. He moved downstairs step by step. Perhaps because he was afraid of something, he saw the open door and the woman standing at the door.
The woman raised her head and stared at him without blinking.
There were so many players, but this monster only looked at Tang Ning. Tang Ning's scalp went numb and he hugged the porcelain doll in his arms even tighter.
After he hid the other players, everyone walked downstairs and Tang Ning moved carefully. The players walked relatively slowly at first, but when they went down the stairs and walked into the aisle, they all sped up. Tang Ning was no exception. He walked as fast as he could with his short legs, wanting to quickly run to the next level of stairs to complete this guest mission.
The next second, a strange voice called out, "Tangning."
Little Tang Ning was startled, just like a child who was distracted in class and was suddenly called by the teacher. He stood there in fear and panic.
No player dared to move. Tang Ning looked nervously at Zeng's mother standing by the door through the gaps between the players.
Why doesn’t this NPC call him “Youyou” anymore
Tang Ning remembered that the last time they passed this floor, the woman seemed to know that they were players, not Zeng Yishuang, and even begged them to take Zeng Yishuang away.
The Zeng mother who came out of this room was a little different from the woman in the other room.
What does the other party want to do now
Tangning looked at her anxiously. The woman took out a dark red flower from the pocket of her bloodstained apron and handed it to Tangning with wounds all over her body. "Here."
Dark red flowers.
The white part was probably stained red with blood.
Little Tang Ning stared blankly at the players around him. Bai Liang took out his glasses from his pocket, squinted at the flower, and then nodded to Tang Ning.
Since Bai Liang didn’t see anything wrong, then there should be no problem
Tang Ning held the porcelain doll and carefully walked out from behind the other players. Under everyone's gaze, he mustered up the courage to walk in front of the woman and stood on tiptoe to take the flower.
The woman took it back, looked at Tangning for the last time, and returned to the room in silence, slamming the door shut.
This time, the players did not need to go downstairs. Some people's perspectives changed back to humans. They stood together at the door of Zeng's house. Except for a blood-stained flower in Tang Ning's eyes, no other changes occurred.
"What happened just now?" The players looked at Tang Ning.
Tang Ning was confused as to what was going on, so he showed everyone the flower on his palm.
Jiang Mianmian looked at it for a while and said with certainty: "This is a carnation."
Carnation, the flower of mother.