Mrs. Huo is a Crybaby-Chapter 1172 Side : Past Life 2

Song Yaoyao didn't say anything, which made Song Wenchuan feel even more guilty.

He looked at Song Yaoyao's lowered head, looking very sad. He raised and put down his hand that wanted to comfort her and pressed the elevator for her to go down. "I'm sorry to make you suffer again."

The elevator made a 'ding' sound and pulled Song Yaoyao back from her thoughts.

She shook her head and walked into the elevator. Just as the elevator door was about to close, she suddenly raised her hand to block it and asked, "Has she always been like this?"

"What?"

The elevator door slowly opened. Song Wenchuan was stunned for two seconds and smiled bitterly. "No."

"Well..."

Song Yaoyao understood. Her dimples sank and she smiled. "She must really hate me. Bye."

She waved her hand. The elevator door gradually closed and Song Wenchuan's figure disappeared.

Zhou Manli was already lying in bed and had become a cripple. It was rare for her to still have such a strong hatred when she saw her.

Those who didn't know would think that the two of them had some deep-seated hatred.

...

At night, Song Yaoyao had a dream again.

Outside, it was pouring rain, and there was lightning and thunder again.

The rumbling thunder split open the night sky, causing Song Yaoyao's heart to hurt as well. Her face was pale, and her vision went black.

"Hurry, where's the boy? Bring that boy over first."

She was stunned. The woman's tone was very familiar. She stared blankly ahead. As a young girl, she did not understand why she suddenly felt this familiarity.

"Mom, can you leave him here?"

Compared to Song Yaoyao, the boy was much more disobedient. She had no idea where he had been hidden. Now that he was dragged here by the man, both his hands and feet were tightly wrapped in black tape, his mouth was sealed, and he could only make a weak whimper.

"Why?" the woman took out a dagger and asked without raising her head.

"He's handsome!" the girl said matter-of-factly. "I want him to stay with me. Mom, you can kill this wretched girl and leave him to me!"

Little Song Yaoyao, who was sitting on the ground, pursed her lips again. Her eyes were frighteningly bright in the room.

"No!"

The woman immediately refused and her voice turned cold.

"Stop fooling around. This child is a sacrifice for our ancestor! Think about it. When you recover, we'll go abroad. At that time, you can have as many children as you want to keep you company."

"No! I want him! I want him!" The girl began to throw a tantrum. "Go and find another sacrifice, why do you have to have him?"

"Do you think it's easy to find? I've been looking for these two for six whole years. Moreover, their identities are so complicated. You'd better be quiet! You can only choose between health and him. Choose!"

The woman threw the dagger at the girl's feet and coldly forced her to make a decision.

As expected...

The girl was frightened by her strict mother. She looked down at the dagger at her feet and was silent for a few seconds. Then, she bent down, picked up the dagger on the ground, and smiled at little Song Yaoyao.

Little Song Yaoyao vaguely realized something. She shook her head continuously and retreated.

The woman frowned and grabbed the girl. "She's still useful. Don't do anything rash."

"I don't care!" The girl was extremely rude. "Since we have to kill the boy, I want her to do it! This way, she's a murderer, haha!"

"No, I don't want to!"

Even though her heart was throbbing in pain, little Song Yaoyao still managed to get up and tried to escape.

The next second, her long hair was grabbed and she fell to the ground.

Her delicate knees were grazed and blood flowed out.

The dagger was mercilessly shoved into her hand and she was dragged towards the struggling boy.

"I don't want to, I don't want to..."

"Mom, I can't drag her, come and help!" The girl was angry and kicked little Song Yaoyao.

Seeing that she was finally willing to let go, the woman laughed helplessly and said dotingly, "I'm coming."

The cold handle of the dagger hurt Song Yaoyao's palm. She tried her best to curl her body, as if this could stop what was going to happen next.

But...

Tchhh!

Boiling liquid splashed onto her face, and her pupils constricted. The boy who was still struggling a second ago convulsed violently, and blood dyed his clothes red. His body trembled slightly, and he gradually lost his breath.

"Hahahaha! That was fun. So fun!"

"Old Song, quickly bring the bowl over."

A living child had turned into a cold corpse in front of their eyes, but they were still able to do their own things in an orderly manner.

The blood was mixed with an unknown powder, and they dipped it with a brush.

There was yellow paper, candles, paper money...

A gust of wind blew in, and with a bang, the light bulb on top of their heads exploded. Sparks flew for two seconds, and the room returned to darkness.

"Why did the candles go out? Old Song! Hurry up and light the candles!"

"Mom, where are you? I'm scared... I'm scared..."

"Don't be scared, don't be scared. Stay where you are. It'll be fine in a moment." After the woman comforted her daughter, her voice immediately became irritable. "Old Song! What are you waiting for?"

"I don't know where my lighter is. Wait for me to look for it!"

"Hurry up!"

In the chaos, they seemed to have forgotten the existence of another person.

Little Song Yaoyao was drenched. Her forehead was covered with fine beads of cold sweat, and her body trembled slightly. Her fingers dug nervously into the floor until she accidentally touched a cold object.

It was the dagger...

She knew that not far away, there was a corpse that was losing its temperature.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she held the dagger tightly. Her heart hurt so much that her vision turned black, and the air became thinner. She adjusted her breathing and crawled across the ground.

She might die, but she hoped to die in her parents' arms with her brother by her side. She would never die here!

These people were lunatics!

"Ah!"

A sharp cry cut through the night sky, and another thunder exploded, illuminating the room for a short period of time.

"What's wrong? What's wrong?"

Before the woman could see clearly, her vision went dark again. She used her memory to quickly walk towards her daughter.

The girl's voice trembled. "Something is grabbing my feet!"

It was cold to the touch. There was no human warmth at all.

Could it be the dead one...

"Ahhh! Mommy, hurry..."

Tchhh—

The woman and the man were stunned at the same time. They heard the muffled sound of a sharp blade piercing into flesh.

"No!"

The pale white lightning flashed past and reflected in the girl's deep, ghostly eyes.

"Wanwan! Wanwan, don't scare Mom!"

"Ahhh, wretched girl, I want you to die without a grave!"

Song Yaoyao's neck was tightly strangled. The woman's eyes were filled with tears and hatred. Her expression was vicious, and her face was twisted and ferocious.

"I want you to pay with your life! You will forever be trampled under my daughter's feet! You will die from horrible deaths for all of eternity!"