Xu Mo's head stinged, as if it could crack at any time. Countless pictures were shown in his mind like movies. He wanted to wake up, but his eyelids could not be opened.

Is it a ghost pressing on the bed?

A thought appeared in Xu Mo's mind, and his consciousness was still struggling. Finally, his left finger moved, and the touch felt cold and sticky, while his right hand seemed to be pressing on a heavy object, which had become a little numb.

"Hu..." Xu Mo finally opened his eyes, gasped, and felt extremely tired.

As if he felt something, Xu Mo suddenly raised his left hand and took a look. His palm was dyed red, which was shocking, which made Xu Mo's eyes dull and his heart beat faster.

His right arm still couldn't move. He moved his head and looked at his right arm. A young body was curled up there, and his torn clothes were stained with blood. In addition to blood marks, there were tears on his tender face. This was a girl about five years old. She was still sobbing while asleep.

Xu Mo carefully turned sideways, bent his arms and supported the ground with his elbows. He stood up sideways and let the girl lean against his chest.

Xu Mo, who sat up, looked at him, his heart twitched suddenly, and there was a severe tearing pain.

Two cold bodies in the narrow house were lying on the ground, faintly turning into dark purple, blood staining the floor red, and death was obviously a while.

A memory appeared in Xu Mo's head, and the tingling pain came, accompanied by a strong sadness and heart-wrenching pain, as if he could no longer tell who he was.

He looked down at the girl sobbing in his arms, and felt even more uncomfortable.

Xu Mo vaguely realized what was going on with him, looked down at the ground, and the broken furniture was scattered all over the ground. Xu Mo found a broken lens, moved his body, picked up the lens with his left hand and took a photo, and saw a slightly green face, about fifteen years old, with a sickly pale face.

The girl moved her eyelashes, opened her eyes, and shouted, "Brother."

As if he had thought of something, the girl cried violently, and her body struggled and turned around in Xu Mo's arms, but Xu Mo forced her to hold her head tightly, her right hand tightly hugged her neck, and her arm was slightly forced to make her unable to break free.

"Don't look."

Xu Mo said softly, his heart was like a knife, and his breathing seemed to be filled with pain.

A five-year-old girl saw her parents and brother being beaten to death with her own eyes. What a tragic scene?

"Brother, I'm afraid..." The girl's body was trembling while crying, her little hand hugging Xu Mo tightly. Xu Mo's heart trembled with the crying, and the strength in her hands became tighter.

"Don't be afraid, brother is here." Xu Mo tried to make his voice gentler.

"Brother, are mom and dad asleep? Why are they bleeding? Brother, can you wake them up?" the girl said crying.

"Young man, mom and dad are tired, can you let them sleep for a while?" Xu Mo looked down at the girl and said softly, trying hard to squeeze out a smile.

"Okay." Although the girl was still crying, she still nodded obediently.

Xu Mo stood up with the girl in his arms and looked around. The simple room was only twenty floors, the living room and the kitchen were one, and there was dust everywhere, and there was only a small bedroom.

Xu Mo walked into the bedroom carefully and placed the girl on the bed. The girl looked at him with her eyes, as if she was a little scared.

"Young man, sleep for a while, brother will be with you." Xu Mo whispered to the girl. The girl nodded, and still held Xu Mo's hand and refused to let go.

"Go to bed quickly, just wake up." Xu Mo gently stroked the girl's hair with his other hand, down his forehead, and helped her close her eyes.

The girl was very obedient and had no resistance. Xu Mo was by her side for a while, gently withdrew her hand, and covered the girl with a quilt.

The room was very messy and the clothes were piled up. Xu Mo found two broken quilts and walked out of the bedroom and covered them on the body. He searched in his memory how to deal with this situation, but the original owner obviously had no memory in this area. He was under fifteen years old and did not have some life experience.

It is just vaguely known that the dead have burials and cremation.

"money!"

Xu Mo glanced at the messy room, but he had all been turned around. I'm afraid that all the valuable things were taken away. This world seemed to be more cruel than the original owner's memory.

Thumb, Thumb, Thumb...

A voice came, and the door was pushed open. A middle-aged figure walked in, looked at the body covered by white cloth on the ground, then looked at Xu Mo, his eyelids twitched, and he asked, "Is it from the arsenal?"

"It should be." Xu Mo nodded. In his memory, his parents were ordinary workers in an arsenal, but suddenly one day he ran home and didn't dare to go again. He even went to the law enforcement team, as if something had happened.

According to Xu Mo's memory, his parents did not tell him what happened, but he also vaguely heard them discussing that there were some secrets hidden in the arsenal. They were very scared and wanted to inform him, but in the end, the four family of four were beaten to death except Xu Yao, who was less than five years old.

"I'm confused. I advised them not to meddle in other people's business, otherwise they wouldn't have ended up in this kind of land." The middle-aged man said, "He was Xu's brother, and Xu Mo's uncle."

Xu Mo looked at him and found that when the other party said this, there was no sadness or anger in his eyes, and he was so calm that he didn't look like a biological brother at all.

From my memory, he learned that his parents were more honest, while his uncle was a little treacherous, and his brothers had no contact on weekdays.

"Xu Mo, now that things have come to this, I can only handle your parents' funeral first." Uncle Xu sighed, "However, cremation will require some money, and my uncle has no savings. I will borrow someone first, try to be more decent, and then sell the broken house first. What do you think?"

Xu Mo looked at the other party with a little vigilant. In my memory, my uncle was not that easy to talk to.

"Where do I live with my youngest?" Xu Mo said.

"I will apply to be your guardian. You and your youngest son will follow your uncle in the future." Uncle Xu said.

"My uncle's family is not big. If I add my youngest son and I, I'm afraid I can't live there anymore. What's more, my youngest son will grow up in the future, which is not very convenient." Xu Mo responded.

Uncle Xu's eyes flashed with impatientness. Xu Mo was so honest and timid that he usually knew about these things. Now he should be silly, and he actually knew that he wanted to think about the future?

"Don't worry about this, my uncle will find a way." Uncle Xu said in a somewhat impatient tone.

Xu Mo stared at the other party and then said, "Thank you for your kindness, but I won't bother you anymore. I will take good care of my youngest son."

"What do children know?" Uncle Xu shouted and glared at Xu Mo, with a bit of fierce aura in his eyes, and scared him: "This time you are lucky and you have to take care of your youngest son. Follow me honestly. As for your youngest son, you don't have to worry. She has forgotten these things after she was a few years old. I will find a good family for her. If you meet a big person who wants to adopt a child, if you are lucky, your youngest son can live a good life."

As he said that, he emphasized: "This matter is settled."

Xu Mo looked at Uncle Xu's expressionless face, but his heart was cold. The original owner had a job, and although he couldn't earn much money, he was enough to support himself. The youngest son needed to take care of him when he was young, so Uncle Xu planned to give him away, but he didn't know whether to give away or sell him. As for the probability of finding a good family, it was basically zero.

This is taking advantage of the fact that my brother was beaten to death and was about to seize the house.

Uncle Xu felt a little uncomfortable when Xu Mo stared at him, thinking that this little beast seemed to have become a little different after being stimulated. He was so brave, but he still didn't believe it and couldn't control a little kid who was less than fifteen years old.

"I don't want it." A tender voice came. Xu Mo turned around and saw Yaoer standing barefoot at the door of the room. He was obviously awakened by fright. He looked at Xu Mo with big wet eyes: "Younger don't want to give it to others."

Seeing the tears in the girl's eyes, Xu Mo felt tingling in his heart, and walked over and hugged her and said, "Brother will not send her youngest son away."

"There is no place for children to speak here." Uncle Xu glared at Xiaoer.

The youngest son shrank and looked at Xu Mo.

Xu Mo felt anger in his heart, and he carried Xiaoer into the room and placed it on the bed, rubbed her head and said, "Be good, my brother will protect Xiaoer. Can you not move in the room?"

"Okay, listen to your brother!" The girl nodded obediently.

"Be good!" Xu Mo kissed the girl's forehead lightly, walked out of the room again to bring the door.

"Uncle, go back, I will handle the matter here myself." Xu Mo walked out and looked at Uncle Xu and said, not expecting his uncle to help him.

When Uncle Xu heard this, he stared at Xu Mo with a vicious look, and a fierce grin appeared at the corner of his eyes. He walked towards Xu Mo step by step, and said coldly: "You little beast is shameless. Your parents are dead, do you understand?"

As he said that, he kicked Xu Mo directly. Xu Mo, who was already weak, fell to the ground. Uncle Xu said, "Just cooperate with me, do you think I am willing to take you in? Don't worry, this little girl is quite cute and can be sold at a good price. Some big men in the black market are just like this."

Xu Mo coughed, and his hands shaking tightly trembled a little.

"Hmph." Uncle Xu glanced at Xu Mo coldly, then walked around him and walked towards the room: "Young man, uncle will take you to play."

As he said that, he pushed open the door.

Suddenly a voice came from behind him. Uncle Xu frowned, and there was a murderous intent in his eyes. He originally wanted Xu Mo to be a little valuable and could make some money by making him a coolie, but now it seems...

No one cares about the matter here anyway.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw a piece of sharp glass stabbing violently towards him, and his pupils contracted violently. He would not have thought that his always cowardly nephew would do such a thing. He couldn't help but look shocked. He wanted to reach out to block it, but there was no time. Xu Mo seemed to have used all his strength, and the glass fragments stabbed directly from his forehead and pierced directly in!

ps: Wuhen has written fantasy for more than ten years and wants to write an interstellar science fiction book. The new book was first published on Qidian Chinese. It was the first time I posted a book on Qidian. Brothers, please support me!!!
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