This should be the most talked about between the little boy and Chu Ping.
Chu Ping didn't care what the little boy said. He just wanted to break free from the shackles of his black hair.
The hair wrapped around her body became tighter and tighter, and then started to pull itself upward.
"He wants to hang me up there too?"
Chu Ping didn't want to become an immobile cicada.
"You will be my mother just like them, and I will love and care for you just like you love me."
The little boy seemed to have seen how happy Chu Ping was after becoming his mother.
The rain soaked Chu Ping's clothes, and the hair wrapped around his body became tighter and tighter. The feeling of suffocation poured in like a tide.
Chu Ping's face turned purple due to suffocation, and his eyeballs protruded, as if they were about to be squeezed out of their sockets at the next moment.
"Help--"
Chu Ping used his last strength to shout these two words.
The thick darkness seemed to swallow up everything, and no one here would hear Chu Ping's cry.
"Woo——"
A shrill sound suddenly came out on this rainy night.
The weird smile on the little boy's face faded, and his blood-red eyes stared at the end of the darkness.
The black hair wrapped around Chu Ping paused for a moment, giving Chu Ping a chance to breathe.
A wisp of black thread trembled, and then flew fearfully into the darkness, as if there was some unknown existence in the depths of the darkness.
"Woo——"
The shrill sound came again.
The black hair that flew into the darkness suddenly straightened, and then the roots broke.
"Who are you?" The little boy's voice became deep and hoarse, with a "snoring" breathing sound when he spoke, as if he was a beast preparing to hunt prey.
"He is mine." A sharp female voice came out from the darkness.
"This voice is so familiar."
Chu Ping was hung by his black hair under the overpass, his eyes fixed on the darkness in front of him.
For Chu Ping, that is the hope of living.
When the little boy heard this voice, he became alert, and his blood-red eyes became more and more gorgeous, like flames dancing in the dark night.
Hair breaks.
The shrill wails were getting closer and closer.
The little boy's body twisted at a weird angle, black hair came out of his mouth, and then stretched in the direction of the woman.
Chu Ping was already frightened.
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The little boy was colorless. At this time, the little boy still looked the same as before. His pale face shattered like glass, revealing the bones inside. A line of blood and tears flowed from his red eyes, and he kept shouting "Mom".
.
Underneath the overpass was a corpse hanging like a cicada, which began to sway as the little boy kept calling.
"What's inside is going to come out?"
Chu Ping couldn't help but take a breath of cold air, God only knows what kind of weird existence will crawl out of it.
At this time, the "cicada chrysalis" closest to Chu Ping suddenly made a crisp "click" sound, as if something inside was trying to break through its constraints and regain a new life.
A gap opened in the middle of the "Cicada Chrysalis", and then two dry arms stretched out from inside, grabbing the gap with both hands, as if trying to use all their strength to tear open the cocoon that bound themselves.
Chu Ping watched in horror, not daring to take a breath for fear of interrupting the strange new life in front of him.
The shrill wails were getting closer and closer, like wild beasts approaching their prey.
The little boy's broken face was dripping with blood, and his blood-red eyes stared at everything in the darkness.
The cocoon burst, and a winged monster crawled out.
Sharp fangs, roaring into the darkness.
The wailing in the darkness was drowned out by the roar of the monster. As the little boy's body continued to mutate, the monster began to rush into the darkness as if desperate.
Overwhelming, densely packed.
Monsters like death squads finally stopped the footsteps of the wailing in the darkness.
His blood-red eyes looked toward the overpass, with cracked cocoons hanging on them, like faces that were laughing.
"Are you looking for me?"
The little boy turned his head 180 degrees and looked in the direction where the sound came from.
Chu Ping was startled by the little boy. He did not expect that the little boy would look at him in such a posture.
The broken face was still oozing with blood.
Just now, the "cicada chrysalises" under the overpass burst open one after another, and monsters crawled out from them. The hair that had been entangled with Chu Ping seemed to have sensed the call, and actually let go of Chu Ping.
Fortunately, the place where Chu Ping was hanging upside down was not too high from the ground, otherwise he would have fallen to death before being eaten by the monster.
When the wailing sound appeared just now, the surrounding darkness was not so thick, and the outlines of the surrounding things could be vaguely seen. As the sound gradually became louder,
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As we get closer, our surroundings gradually become clearer.
Chu Ping dragged his sprained leg and came to his second-hand Jetta while the little boy was concentrating on dealing with the sound.
The swing stick had just fallen to the ground when it got tangled in the hair. Although I had found it just now, I had already tried it on the little boy's head.
Now the gray-white brain is still hanging on the little boy's face...
So Chu Ping could only place all his hopes on Jiang Qing in the car.
When the handlebar was pulled, the door did not move at all.
"I forgot, I left my keys in the car just now."
At this time, the little boy had noticed this place. His twisted body was lying on the ground like a spider, and his blood-red eyes were staring at Chu Ping.
"You are my mother, you can't leave here."
"I'll teach you how to break a car window from the outside."
Chu Ping felt that his expression must be extremely awesome at this time.
"Snapped--"
Chu Ping looked at the window and hit it hard with his elbow. The window glass shattered. "Sister, life is at stake. I need your help!"
Chu Ping hurriedly took out the reddish-brown diary that had fallen on the passenger seat.
I don't know since when, Chu Ping felt an inexplicable peace of mind whenever Jiang Qing was around.
The pages of the book turned, and the shadow of an arm stretched out from the diary.
"It's saved."
Chu Ping was overjoyed when he saw the arm, but what happened next left him stunned.
His arms did not reach out to the little boy crawling over, but to Chu Ping's second-hand Jetta.
"What's the meaning?"
Chu Ping was stunned by the sudden change.
"If you can't beat me, run away!"
Chu Ping really wanted to throw away the diary in his hand right now, maybe this would give him a chance of survival.
The car door had been opened by the shadow of an arm. Chu Ping glanced at the little boy crawling towards him and twitched the corner of his mouth.
"It's embarrassing and embarrassing."
After Chu Ping got into the car, he inserted the car key into the keyhole. The car that could not start at all before now turned on surprisingly smoothly.
"It seems you know your priorities."
Chu Ping patted the steering wheel as a reward for his rebellious second-hand Jetta.
