Age of Terror: I Have a Monster Editor

"Mom, don't leave Amin behind!"

"I'm not leaving you, Mom!"

"Woooooooo-"

Tears streamed down the little boy's pale face and splashed onto the back of his mother's hand.

There were sparkling tears in the woman's eyes.

His blood-stained hands touched his son's cheeks and wiped away the tears from the little boy's face.

She felt herself getting colder.

Really dying soon.

time is limited.

With blood in her mouth, the woman tried her best to say her last words.

"Amin, my good son!"

"Must...be well...live!"

"Promise Mom, promise... Mom!"

The little boy felt his mother's increasingly weak breathing and the eyes that gradually dispersed, and nodded in agreement with tears streaming down his face.

"Uuuuu, um... um, mom, don't worry, I... I will definitely live well!!"

"Woooooooo-"

The little boy clung to his mother's hand, hoping to try his best to save the quickly-fading vitality.

The woman smiled with relief when she heard her son's words.

Her eyes had already begun to daze.

The excruciating pain in the body began to feel unbearable.

Consciousness is about to dissipate.

This time, she was really going to die.

She glanced at Ye Fan with gratitude in her eyes.

Ye Fan nodded slightly.

The woman finally looked at her son again.

The relieved eyes suddenly froze.

At the last moment before her death, she saw clearly the state of her son.

My son has turned into a ghost!

Amin, turned into a ghost!

The woman felt her heart twisted like a knife and was in grief.

at this time,

Ye Fan's voice rang in her ears.

"Don't worry, I will take him as my companion demon spirit!"

"Although in another way, he will always be alive!"

Ye Fan's voice suddenly made the woman's last bit of consciousness completely relieved.

The woman slowly closed her eyes.

Two lines of tears fell from the corners of his eyes.

A relieved smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

she,

Never have any regrets!

The woman's body slowly became cold.

The little boy was still lying on his mother's body, crying bitterly.

Ye Fan did not urge him, but waited quietly.

After a long time,

The cry of the little boy ceased, and there was an even sound of breathing.

Tired of crying, he lay on his mother's body and fell into a deep sleep.

Ye Fan secretly sighed.

Right hand move.

In the little boy's room in the second bedroom, a small quilt painted with a cartoon pet flew out and landed on the little boy.

Ye Fan stood quietly.

The passage of time in the spiritual world, without any feeling.

No matter how long the time has passed in this room, the outside world will still be what the little boy remembers in pain.

Ye Fan is not in a hurry.

He waited.

I don't know how long it took, the little boy woke up and turned around.

The young, traumatized heart has been healed a lot.

He fixedly looked at his mother without any regrets, as she "slept off".

The little boy leaned down, wiped his mother's face clean with his sleeves, and then hugged his mother tightly.

at last,

The boy with a resolute face stood up and walked to Ye Fan's side.