This Hora was the former owner of this factory, and the sight of the boy brought it into its previous life.

[ ] The swaying street lamp, returning to that small but warm home, putting down the broom, stopping the tricycle, and opening the door, was his best memory, because there was someone waiting there.

This house is considered to be demolished in the city.

As his temples grew grayer, his demands on life gradually decreased.

Whether it was the rolling eyes of passers-by or the unfilial son who had disappeared for three years, the past was nothing but smoke in the past. He just wanted to spend his remaining years peacefully with his wife.

However, fate seems to have no intention of letting them go.

During a physical examination organized by the company at the hospital, his wife was diagnosed with advanced gastric cancer, which hit them hard.

But it makes sense to think about it. They leave early and come back late every day, and have no fixed meal times. It would be strange if they don't have some physical problems.

If it were him, he might not care and continue living his life as before.

Even if she thought so, he would never allow her to do that.

I had no choice but to give in and find the boss of the real estate company to sell the small house and get a huge sum of money.

That night, the real estate developers toasted to celebrate the last successful house, and the dilapidated old building was blown to pieces while they were toasting.

They had no choice but to move to a factory that was abandoned due to a fire. Even so, he did not give up hope of life.

The next day, I went to the hospital to arrange surgery for my wife. After a day-long operation, my wife was finally pushed out of the SU ward. After a few days of medication, my wife's condition improved and she could walk.

On the third day, my wife couldn't sit still and asked to be discharged from the hospital, but he didn't agree. He wanted more treatment because he still had some money.

After her persuasion, the old man finally agreed and made a request to the attending physician. The doctor agreed as soon as he saw the results and even sent medicines and a vehicle to transport them.

In this way, they started a new life, cleaning the factory spotlessly, picking up sofas and wire beds, and the old man repaired them with the skills he learned when he was young.

And his wife made a wooden cane trash can and cleaned their spacious home every day.

Accompanying them was a large iron pot that was the only thing left from his parents' gift when they got married. Every day, a bright fragrance wafted out from the stone stove.

It was a blessing in disguise. They could enjoy the unique aroma of wood-fired dishes for the first time in a long time.

As they aged, they no longer expressed their emotions in words. They just leaned together every day and looked up at the starry sky that could not be seen in the bustling city from the corner of the ceiling that was missing due to the fire.

He thought everything would live happily like that.

Until noon that day, he had nothing to do, and his wife went to find someone else to play mahjong, so he packed up a large pile of books from under the bed. They were all bought by his son when he was a child and have been kept by his wife until now.

He opened one of them and found the white diagnosis and treatment sheet, which said: Although the condition has improved after surgery and drug treatment, it is only temporary and may become worse in the future. It is recommended to make plans early.

Only then did they realize that they had never escaped from the clutches of the devil, they had just indulged themselves for a while before the clutches of the devil took out their hearts.

He cried, crying extremely sadly, and thought of one thing: Every time his wife cooked, she would give him nutritious food, saying that she didn't like it, but in fact she felt that she was about to die.

In order not to let my wife know, I put the list back where it belongs.

But my wife's health was getting worse day by day, and in the end she was almost lying on the bed.

He went to the doctor for a prescription, but the doctor told him to go home and prepare for the funeral. He didn't believe that and went to the hospital. Finally, the doctor prescribed some anti-inflammatory drugs for him.

Facing his wife who was lying on the bed dying, he could no longer resist the pain in his heart. He tightly held the medical treatment sheet in his hand that he wanted to throw away several times.

But my wife's condition is getting worse and there is no money left for treatment.

The pain of the bursting of the embankment filled the entire factory, summoning the demons who came smelling the scent of despair.

"Do you want her to live forever? I can help you realize this wish." The devil whispered.

After hearing it, he started looking around for the source of the sound, and finally saw the black mist on the broom and dustpan that his wife often used.

"Is it really possible? If that's the case, what should I do? Even if it means selling the iron, I'm willing to do it." He looked over there and said loudly.

"Of course, I can let you live with her. You will never be harmed by disease, as long as you are eaten by me."

He knew that this evil, greedy and lustful voice was not an angel, but he had no choice because the angel did not appear in front of him, only the devil appeared.

The contract was signed, and the self called love swallowed them up and gave them a dark new life.

People who didn't respect them turned into broken bones and rubbed among the teeth. They never got the dignity that humans should have and were sublimated under the body of this monster.

They devour, they survive. They will always cling to each other and remove the rubbish that belittles themselves, just like a broom and a dustpan, one is indispensable.

It's just something that can fill your stomach, it doesn't have the warm and delicious food fried in an iron pot.

He originally thought that they could live a peaceful life, but today they encountered difficulties that were difficult to solve, which made him feel that he had returned to his old life that he did not want to live [].

Just when he was filled with memories, there was no warning.

And the white-clothed figure fell on them, and then the long knife pierced them, and the blood of Hora poured down from the ceiling like rain, staining the sofa and the wire bed black, and corroding all the insects in the iron pot that had not had time to escape.

The light of the knife flashed, and the dustpan-shaped Hora, which was unprepared, fell from the sky with a howl and smashed the small bed where she had been lying.

The broom-shaped Hora on the side saw this and stretched out its tail to wrap around it, but its smaller body made it fall to the ground, making a hole in the ground.

"Mo Ya, no matter what you are thinking, if you don't kill them, we will be finished." The dragon-shaped skull ring on his finger spoke.

"I understand this."

Ling Moya said as the blade wiped Galilu's iron teeth, sparking bright sparks. The sparks rotated in the air with him, and the three aperture doors shone brightly when they were opened.

The golden armor was flying in the air, and the pieces were pieced together on Ling Moya's body. When it fell to the ground, the entire factory was shaking. The huge ink letters shone in the light, and the sharp wolf howl resounded throughout the darkness.

The golden blade supported the ground, reflecting the bright moonlight.
Chapter completed!