Chapter 541 Ch540 Awakening (Part 11)

Chapter 541 Ch.540 Awakening (Part 11)

A wild beast walks in the metropolis in a daze.

When she couldn't tell the direction, she would touch the iron necklace.

Her mother will guide her.

Some children selling newspapers circled around her, running and jumping, singing "Black Slave Barefoot Madman", and then they were frightened away by her growling like a beast.

A few young men hanging out on the street stared at her and turned her into an alley, preparing to do something illegal - but who knew they had noses to smell the stench on her body and see her going crazy? The look, those eyes that were as cold as solidified mercury.

They are lustful but do not want to contract an incurable disease.

Thus, the beast escaped another disaster.

She tried to hide herself in a big bucket at the entrance of the alley, but it was filled with water.

When she was discovered by the wife next door, her whole body was covered in bruises from the cold, and she looked so stiff and lumbering that she hardly looked like a living person. She was roughly picked up and thrown next to the bucket. She was so frozen that her bones seemed to be older than her skin and her body became rickety. shape.

'Mother…'

She called out.

So the wife was happy.

'Where do you come from, girl. ’

Beasts can't speak human language.

The beast only stared at the swaddled baby in her arms, the skinny baby with a starry face the color of straw.

The wife thought for a moment and gently put the baby into the girl's arms.

Sure enough, she started humming a song and rocking the swaddling clothes.

'That's good, kid. ’ She said, ‘Wait for me here. ’

Rolling up the rag, the woman returned to the house.

Her husband had the day off and was playing with his hunting knife wrapped in cowhide.

"There is a fool."

she said.

"What?" asked the husband.

"I said, there is a fool." The wife said, "It's right behind."

The husband put down the knife and looked at his wife.

"How about we..." the wife tried: "You said you knew them."

The husband frowned: "They only want beautiful ones."

The wife smiled brightly and clapped her hands: "That's right! Isn't it more convenient for a beautiful fool? She can't even find where her home is - how much money can she exchange for?"

The husband said that he should first see if it looks good.

When the couple came to the barrel behind the house, the person had disappeared.

Also missing were their infant children.

The instincts of beasts are sharper than those of humans.

Because people have higher wisdom, there is no need for it, nor can they be expected to predict danger.

Halida relied on this wonderful intuition to shuttle through the chaotic hell that she thought was orderly, and the ordinary things that repeated all day became ridiculous.

She saw a well-dressed gentleman peeing in the corner. She saw the beads of sweat on his face and the frog legs between his teeth.

He used one hand, two hands, then another.

He swayed as if frozen, soaked the wooden door of someone's house, hummed a tune, walked out of the alley with his head held high, greeted a delicate and beautiful lady, and held her friend's hand with that hand .

The beast wanted to laugh a little. He didn't know why. He just thought these clothes racks were so beautiful and interesting.

She held the 'picked up' baby up, turned her face sideways, and listened to his belly with her ears.

It clicked like the delicate mechanical heart of a pocket watch.

Some images suddenly flashed through her fragments in the storm. It seemed that there was someone wearing this outfit that was more beautiful and refined.

A crazy woman with low-skinned skin held her child in her arms and laughed at everyone on the street.

This quickly attracted the street police.

They tried to capture her, but were unable to match her dexterity and agility.

After a few turns, the person disappeared.

‘Eat. ’

The swaddled baby began to cry.

The beast that doesn't know where it is can only move forward based on intuition, picking up boxes that no one wants along the way or picking out some not so sour, shapeless food from the filth to put in its swaddling clothes.

She goes all the way and chooses all the way.

There are fewer and fewer people and more and more trees.

'Mother. ’

She touched the iron pendant with body temperature.

It was as if he knew why he was led to this desolate land.

'younger brother. ’ She lowered her head and murmured, convinced that the baby in the swaddling clothes was her brother - but maybe there were some people locked in wooden boards in the soil who were also her brothers.

They don’t have to be just one, and they don’t have to all be in their arms.

His brother was lost and he had to stay somewhere while he could find him.

'eat. ’

She got into the dense woods and found a place where she could get shelter from the wind.

She kneaded the selected food into a softer paste with her hands and spread it into the baby's mouth.

He cried harder, but she smiled happily.

This is a strong child who will be healthy when he grows up.

'eat. ’

She gave all the gray-black paste to the child.

Eat what crawls on the ground.

Soon it was night.

Soon, the world became bright again.

Time gradually becomes blurry. She couldn't remember exactly how many 'brothers' she had found - she placed them beside her, hugging them to sleep together, wake up together, and eat together.

The iron pendant on my chest felt hot all the time.

This means mom is satisfied.

‘I take good care of my brother and I. ’ she thought.

However, she felt that she was getting older and the songs she sang were getting hoarse. She vaguely saw some green star spots floating in the night fog, and heard someone calling someone's name.

‘Halida. ’

She was a wild animal, so she was sharp, so she knew that it might be someone who wanted to snatch her brother.

She was not like before.

She should lead by example and protect her brother like a real cheetah. She could dodge the opponent's blade nimbly, and walk in the bullets and roars almost absurdly. There was only mud and blood on her face, and an endless spring of confidence.

She was not afraid of the conspiracy in the dark, the fists and feet in the open, whether she was short of food or water, she should have enough strength to protect herself and her brother, and finally take the other person's life.

She imagined herself to be such a creature.

But she retreated.

Fear still followed her like a shadow.

Even though she felt that she was "different", she still disappointed herself, her mother, and her brother.

She was like a dwarf who had been beaten for hundreds of years, crawling, groaning and begging for mercy, holding her brother in her arms, holding her mother's iron necklace, and trembling.

She seemed to be about to return to the bottomless darkness, to relive that cold morning, the moment when she exhaled the thick fog, and the heart-wrenching days of separation from her mother.

Yes, she had to relive the pain, wake up completely, and tell herself that she would always be the barefoot slave with nothing.

Then.

She woke up.

In a warm and rough room.

Someone looked at the returnees who had crossed the sea of ​​sleep and dreams with eyes as hot as a deep kiss. There were flowers blooming in his voice. After hearing it once, you would never have to buy roses again in your life.

"Good day, Halida."

He said.

"I didn't know that I needed to read such a thrilling story to find a maid."

Halida moved her fingers, her eyes blank.

The body temperature of another person coming from her palm, like the scorching sun blowing away the dark fog, made her fall deeply into the airtight and solid embrace of her mother one day.

She arched her lips upwards, but only squeezed out a distorted bark.

She saw him smile.