Horror Game: Crazy criticizes a beauty who has no martial ethics

Chapter 279 Black Fairy Tale: The Little Match Girl (4)

"Run away..."

The snow-white figure seemed to be protecting her and murmuring.

The little girl's head didn't have time to react, but she instinctively followed Bai Ying's words and ran out of the house.

There was no place for her in the cold snowy day, so the little girl had no choice but to hide in the trash can at the corner of the street. The unpleasant smell irritated her nasal cavity, but the instinctive danger prompted her to shrink into a ball and tremble. Trembling, he hugged himself.

Her body is getting colder and colder, and her senses are getting weaker and weaker. At this moment, she doesn't even have a match.

"It's so cold..."

A soft and soft voice like a kitten's murmur came out unconsciously. Her eyelids became heavier and heavier, and she couldn't even tell whether she was alive or about to die.

After the little girl left, Xia Lingge and Sicheng stopped pretending to be mysterious. They stopped and looked at the somewhat broken house.

[Player Xiang Ketian died]

[Remaining players please continue to collect fairy tale endings]

Xia Lingge and Sicheng looked at each other.

The people who were buried under the rubble gradually crawled out. The middle-aged man lifted up the tables, chairs and benches that were pressed against him, staggered to the corner and pulled at the pile of broken wood. The boy sobbed louder and louder, and the fat woman's Her forehead was hit by a heavy object and blood started to flow, but the middle-aged man ignored her and just picked up the boy distressedly, put him on his shoulders and gently coaxed her.

"Um……"

The fat woman squeaked slightly.

"Useless things!"

The middle-aged man gave the woman a hard kick and said, "Look, you scared my son!"

The fat woman struggled to get up as if in a sudden realization: "My baby, are you okay? It's all my mother's fault. It's all my mother's fault..."

Sicheng couldn't help but frown: "They are all alive, so why should the player die?"

Xia Lingge floated to another bulging pile of sawdust and made some noise. The middle-aged man, fat woman and boy were all startled. The man handed the child he was holding to the woman, and he picked up the stick and approached the pile carefully. Scrap wood, poked with a stick, a stiff corpse fell down in an instant.

It's that 'grandma'.

"So it's this damn old woman..." The middle-aged man dropped the stick and kicked it with disdain, then picked up the wooden planks on the ground and started repairing the beams.

Xia Lingge and Si Chengpiao went out to look for the little girl, but they couldn't find any trace of the little girl.

"Where have you gone?" Si Cheng stood up and glanced around.

Xia Lingge also kept looking around, and found a trash can in the corner. He floated over and got closer, and faintly heard the sound of intermittent gasping.

"Are you OK?"

Xia Lingge asked subconsciously.

But she is just a piao now, and the little girl in the trash can can't hear her at all.

The sound of constant shuddering due to the cold became weaker and weaker. Xia Lingge frowned and wanted to slap the trash can to wake the little girl up, but her hand passed through the trash can without any hindrance, and her body once again It floated and condensed into the wind, hitting the trash can with a violent sound.

"boom--"!

The violent impact suddenly woke up the little girl who was huddled in the trash can. She tremblingly opened the lid of the trash can and took a look outside. There was nothing outside except the whistling wind.

The home not far away was already lit with fire again, but she hesitated to get closer.

I don’t know how long it took, but a faint smell of meat slowly drifted over. The little girl raised the tip of her nose and sniffed gently. Her throat rolled unconsciously and she swallowed. But remembering what happened before, she did not run home rashly this time. She carefully left the trash can and tiptoed to the wooden door to explore. Get out of your head.

The holes in the house that were damaged by the strong wind have long been repaired. Although it is not as neat as before, it is enough to protect it from wind and rain. A middle-aged man, a fat woman and a boy gathered around a low wooden table with a bowl of shiny braised pork. Put the meat on top.

The boy ate deliciously, while the middle-aged man and the fat woman sat nearby and looked at him lovingly.

The little girl swallowed without making a sound, nor did she walk in. Her eyes continued to scan the room, but she did not find the grandmother she was thinking about.

Where is grandma...?

The little girl felt a bad feeling in her heart, but she didn't know why. She saw a box of matches thrown next to the threshold. It might have been thrown into the corner when the strong wind blew. She bent down and picked up the matches and held them in her hand. , raised his eyes and took another look at his parents and younger brother, then turned around and walked out.

It's late Christmas night now.

The lively lights had already been extinguished because it was too late.

The little girl walked aimlessly to a corner that was slightly sheltered from the wind. She took out the remaining matches in the box, took out one and polished it.

‘Shua——’

A small, orange-yellow flame suddenly burned. The little girl closed her palms and carefully protected the flame.

"who are you?"

She raised her head and asked suddenly.

Xia Lingge and Sicheng were a little stunned.

The little girl blinked her eyes and continued: "Who...are you...?"

Xia Lingge pointed at himself: "Can you see us?"

The little girl nodded hesitantly: "Well...it's just a little blurry, all white." She paused and continued, "I seem to have heard your voice...the person you saved me earlier?"

Save her...?

Xia Lingge didn't know when he had saved the little girl, but when he saw that the little girl looked eager, he did not deny it immediately.

The little girl did not wait for her answer and was not annoyed. She still held the match and continued: "If you are here to save me, can you take me away?"

Xia Lingge: "What?"

The little girl lowered her head: "Grandma is dead, and my parents don't like me either. They prefer my younger brother. They think I don't know, and they think they always treat me and my younger brother equally, but no, I can feel that they all prefer my younger brother. "

"I used to have a grandma. She would leave delicious food for me and embroider new clothes for me. But two days ago, my grandma suddenly changed. She no longer hugged me or coaxed me. She only knew how to let me sell. Matches, I have sold matches many times, but my grandma is not happy even if I sell too much, and I am not happy if I don’t sell any money. I don’t know what to do, I can only sell the matches desperately... Maybe, maybe I was lazy when selling the matches today. It was not sold, so grandma died."

The little girl sobbed and wiped her tears.

Sicheng couldn't help but wanted to comfort her, but his palm passed through the little girl's body.

"She's not your grandmother."

Xia Lingge said suddenly.

The little girl was stunned for a moment and then raised her head: "What?"

Xia Lingge said: "Have you forgotten what your 'grandma' said before she died?"

The little girl tried hard to recall before she remembered that her grandmother had said, "Your grandmother has died a long time ago." But wasn't her grandmother still fine? How could she say that she was dead...

(End of this chapter)