[Comprehensive] Jinmu Rebirth

Chapter 493

"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

In the middle of the night, the quiet atmosphere of Jinmu House was suddenly broken by a scream.

The voice was filled with extreme fear and pain.

It's like being skinned and boned!

The sensor lights at the front door and the hallway turned on automatically, instantly lighting up the dark house, and the interior scene was covered by curtains, giving people a sense of danger that something was hidden.The stray cats passing by outside were also arched in fright, their fur exploded, and they quickly jumped down from the eaves, as if there were some terrible monsters inside.

This sound directly startled Yue Shanxi in the next bedroom.

He didn't even have time to put on his slippers, so he stepped on the carpet barefoot and rushed out, breaking into the room with Xiuyan.

"research!"

what happened?Why are you screaming!

Yue Shanxi opened his eyes, and used his night vision ability to see and practice, and found that the other party seemed to be sitting on the bed with his knees hugged intact, but his body was shaking uncontrollably, as if in pain, and as if he was trapped in a nightmare Inextricable.

Xi Yueshan took a step closer, and the other party immediately exuded strong malice.

Hezi took shape, and turned into a red shadow the moment before he attacked Yueshan Xi, and disappeared without a trace.

A broken cry came from He Xiuyan's throat.

pain.

Severe pain.

His waist seemed to have been dug deep, and the organs were taken out from it. The moment the organs were detached, his body seemed to be torn apart.That kind of pain is engraved in the soul, and once it is remembered, it can make people completely crazy.

How small is a four year old?

She was so small that she would scream and struggle even for an injection, not to mention being dug out by her biological father.

The collapse and pain that He Xiuyan had never experienced before, was experienced in the unfinished dream of this night.Four years of happiness could not be worth this pain. In the dream, he was hugged tightly by his father, his back was dripping with blood, and drop after drop of precious blood belonging to the one-eyed ghoul flowed all over the floor that had just been wiped during the day .

The father's toughness, the mother's indifference.

He doesn't understand, he doesn't understand!Why did you do this to him!He is the one-eyed ghoul that the Hexiu family dreamed of!

He Xiuyan cried hoarsely in the dream, but the nightmare still surrounded him.

Losing Hebao is equivalent to losing the power of the ghoul, no matter how strong his potential is, he will weaken.

【research……】

The man was still calling his name, as softly as he usually dotes on him.

enough!Why do you want to deprive me of my power!

【Be a human...】

I don't want to be a human being!

[Don't hurt others, treat this world gently, is it as good as your mother? 】

But you are hurting me!Am I not your child!

[Yan, promise me, never become a disgusting ghoul. 】

Ah ah ah ah ah! ! !

He Xiuyan, who was almost out of control, couldn't affect himself in the dream, and could only watch helplessly as the sobbing black-haired child responded ignorantly and fearfully to his father's request.

The price of this "hmm" is that he will live as a human from now on, covering up the blood of the one-eyed ghoul.

Even if the personality is distorted and schizophrenic, he must abide by the agreement with his father.

In the end, grow into a deformed person.

"Yan, wake up!"

Yue Shanxi was almost frightened to death, he shook Xiuyan's shoulders, and patted each other's cheeks lightly with his palm.

However, He Xiuyan's eyes were still blank, tears overflowed from his eyes, wet his cheeks, and made a cry like a child.

It's not just him crying.

It was this body, this once frail, starving body that was crying.

His spiritual consciousness stays in the memory of the past.

Soon after, his father died, leaving him, his mother, and a fortune to them.There is not much money, but it is enough for him to grow up without worrying about food and clothing when the family expenses are not large.

A coffin, then buried his father.

The people who came to the funeral were all dressed in black, with solemn faces, and glanced at him and his mother with indifferent eyes.

Needless to say - these people are members of the V organization.

He Xiuyan was in a daze, watching them put down the white flowers, bow and leave.He still had a lot of things he wanted to ask his father, but his death came too suddenly, and the man who had picked out his ribs a few days ago just left him.

He couldn't walk, his body had a high fever, and he nestled in his mother's arms.

His mother touched his head and said with tears in his eyes, "We will be the only ones left in the future, and I will definitely raise you up."

He Xiuyan looked blankly at his mother's face trying to hold up a smile.

Why is this happening?

As long as she contacts Hexiu's family, the mother doesn't have to worry about it, let alone think about going out to work.

"Mother……"

He seemed to be trying his best to squeeze out a word from the other side of his soul.

The mother stopped her hand to comfort him, and looked worriedly at the child with a sick face.

He Xiuyan wanted to ask too many questions, but all he could say was this: "Why...why...it's like this..."

The gentle woman wearing glasses in front of him was slightly stunned, and the well-educated, Yamato Nadeshiko-like smile appeared on her face again, making him unable to see his mother's true emotions.

The mother who never made people worry, and was always gentle to others, was simply an angel who had descended into the mortal world.

"Yen is our child."

His mother only said one sentence without beginning and end.

The woman squatted down, carefully arranged his collar and hair, and then took him upstairs to sleep in the bedroom.

From the beginning to the end, He Xiuyan never heard her cry for losing her husband.

Maybe it's not that he didn't hear it, but the woman never let him hear it. She silently endured the pain of losing her husband and swallowed all her tears back into her stomach.Every time he woke up, he would be able to see his mother's back. Sometimes she was cleaning, and sometimes she was sitting by the bed and arranging things, and she didn't make any sound that disturbed his sleep.

Do not leave your child alone in a room without supervision.

This sentence is easy to say, but how difficult is it to do?

How many parents ignore their young children for their own affairs, and even scold them impatiently.

He Xiuyan doesn't know, nor has he seen how other parents treat their children. He only knows that he has an extremely gentle mother who stays by his side day and night, comforting his fear after being hurt some time ago.

The woman's embrace warmed her heart, coaxing him softly.

"Not sad."

"Yan, mom taught you to read, and dad left you a lot of books, all of which are in another room."

The entire study room is full of books on the shelves, containing the works of modern Japanese writers, the most of which are books by Osamu Dazai.However, the woman did not teach him to read those books, but used a dictionary to teach him katakana and Chinese characters.

After teaching the basic content, the woman showed He Xiuyan the books he could accept.

For any Chinese characters that the child may not understand, the woman uses a pencil to mark the pronunciation and meaning one by one on the book to help the child understand these difficult to remember content.Her face was sideways under the desk lamp, with a faint halo outlined, like an oil painting called "Mother", He Xiuyan unconsciously forgot to choke up, and stared at her intently.

"Mother."

"Is there anything you don't understand? Research."

"My aunt came home today and accidentally broke something belonging to my father...Why isn't Mom angry?"

When he asked this sentence, the woman did not blame him, but smiled and taught the child: "With a gentle heart full of love, it doesn't matter even if you suffer, Yan."

It's mind blowing.

He Xiuyan's eyes were dull, this sentence appeared in his mind quickly, and he was forced to break it up again.

This is his mother, maybe there is some truth in what his mother said?

Standing outside the window of this memory world, the white-haired boy also quietly listened to the conversation between mother and child.

When I was young, that person's voice...

As long as gentle people are like that, they feel very happy.

No matter how many years have passed and how many things he has experienced, the white-haired boy still feels indescribable sadness.If gentle people can be rewarded with gentleness, and kind people can have a good death, he will not deny his mother's words, but this is a cannibal world, so cruel that if you want to survive, you must hurt others.

"You chose tenderness and compassion, and abandoned me."

The white-haired boy lowered his head as if crying, but the corners of his mouth curled into an indifferent arc.

Next to the cheek, the wind blows through the pale to withered white hair.

Like burnt soot.

His figure melted into the darkness of the corner little by little, and he stopped looking at the painful memory.

He didn't have the perspective of God, and he didn't know that He Xiuyan was held by a woman in the past, and he was gently educated to grow up. Although he occasionally heard something different from the education of He Xiu's family, he would not refute it in person.

This woman is really gentle, maybe he is too cold.

Until one day, he was pushed hard by other children in a nearby park and fell to the ground.

The knee was scraped by the sand and stones on the ground and could not heal.

Needle-prick pain.

He lost the recovery power of a one-eyed ghoul, and his strength was weaker than that of his peers, and he couldn't stand firmly under the force of that push.This kind of bullying is not without reason, because of his withdrawn personality, he is rejected in the small circle near his home. If he wants to escape, his body will be restrained by memory and unable to move.

Because that's what was bound to happen.

Since it was inevitable, he had to experience it again in this dream, and he couldn't escape it.

When He Xiuyan suffered such a crime, a mere human child could bully him.If someone dared to treat him like this in reality, this kind of person would be chopped up by Hexiu's family the next day and made into a plate of barely edible food to compensate him.

He held back his anger, sat on the ground, and waited until he saw his mother who hurried over when he realized something was wrong.

"Yan, what's going on?"

"...He pushed me and scolded me."

He Xiuyan was unwilling to file a complaint, but he couldn't help but said aggrievedly.

In Hexiu Mansion in the past, if he told his grandpa like this, grandpa would definitely help him, so he also secretly hoped that his mother would help him, or teach the child with great power.

However, a completely unexpected sentence appeared.

"Yan, let's go back and treat the wound."

"mom!"

Before he could tell how bad the other party's behavior was, the parents of the boy on the other side also came, protecting their child, and looked at him with disdain, "If you fall down, don't blame my child."

He Xiuyan's face turned cold.

But he couldn't change his mother's decision, and was carried on his back by his mother, avoiding the wound and taking him home.

When treating the wound, He Xiuyan kept silent and let the woman squat in front of the chair to clean the scratches on his knee with alcohol and medicine.He thought that his mother didn't dare to help him outside because he didn't want small things to become big and affect the relationship between neighbors in the neighborhood. When he returned home, his mother would definitely stand by his side to coax him.

After all, this woman loves him so much.

He didn't believe that a person who would rather prepare human flesh for him than let him live would not understand the grievances he suffered as a child.

The second sentence that he never expected, the woman said slowly in a gentle voice.

"It's better to be the one hurt by others than to hurt others."

"..."

As if he didn't see his dumbfounded, a slight tiredness flashed in the eyes under the woman's glasses, "Yan, don't hate someone easily, we just need to live a happy life."

"..."

In this society, being a mother alone with a child is stressful.

It's not that He Xiuyan doesn't know, but he can't believe that his mother is so kind and doesn't help her relatives? !

It was her child who was hurt!

A bone-piercing chill suddenly permeated his whole body, causing him to bite his lower lip and stubbornly resist asking why.

In this world, he can probably... guess what the fate of a person with this personality will be.

He Xiuyan forced himself to look into his mother's eyes, wanting to see the slightest bit of distress and helplessness towards him, but all he saw was her mother's meticulous tenderness towards him.

Raise yourself to be like your mother...

Is that what the dead man, the man who was his father, meant?

But can this really be happiness?