Global Curse: The Price Of Groceries For Your Mother Will Rise

Entering the illusory space, Lin Yi heard Gewen's roar from a long distance away.

Ge Wen, who was about to lose his mind, also noticed Lin Yi's appearance, and immediately killed him.

"Blood, give me blood..." Ge Wen's eyes were red and he roared like a madman.

"Just in time, let me test my immortality on you."

Seeing Ge Wen rushing towards him, Lin Yi did not dodge and opened his hands directly in a hug.

Gowen's scarlet eyes showed a murderous and bloodthirsty look.

She didn't care what Lin Yi's intentions were, she just pounced on him with her sharp claws.

"Ugh—"

"Puff!"

The sound of sharp claws tearing muscles sounded.

Lin Yi was torn in half with blood spattering.

However, when Gowen was about to lick the blood all over the sky, he found that the flesh and blood turned into black mist and regrouped in the distance.

Gowen froze in place for an instant.

"Hahaha, you will never be able to defeat me!"

"Because I am immortal now!"

Lin Yi's wild laughter spread all over the place, and then he swayed and teleported behind Ge Wen, touching his soft tail, "Tsk, it's so soft."

These words made Gowen furious. She turned around suddenly and stabbed out with her sharp claws, but she missed.

Lin Yi has left.

"Damn it!" Gowen roared angrily, "I will definitely kill you!"

…………

Qingshi Village.

In a small villa.

Wang Xiaomei was holding a yellow paper charm in her hand, hiding behind the sofa and shivering like a frightened bird.

Only because the black shadow outside the window appeared again.

What happened last night scared her out of her wits.

After finally staying up until dawn, she relaxed a little.

But when she thought about that thing outside the house, she was still frightened and the hair on her body stood up.

"Xiaomei, I am mother, please open the door."

The mother's faint, hoarse cry came from outside.

Wang Xiaomei's body froze, and her clenched fists turned slightly white from exerting too much force.

Her mother, who despised her as a troublemaker and kicked her out of the house, had died a few days ago.

She also personally went to Qingniu Village to pay her respects, but was kicked out by her father again.

The person outside the window is absolutely impossible to be her mother!

Since last night, this dark shadow has appeared every few hours.

Wang Xiaomei's nerves were so tense that she didn't dare to sleep or move.

The wind howled outside the window, and the leaves turned and rustled.

Thunder rumbled through the sky.

Whenever she couldn't hold on and was about to faint, the talisman in her hand would bloom and drive away the terrifying black shadow.

The talisman Lin Yi gave her became the only guarantee for her survival.

"Xiaomei, open the door quickly. Mom is here to take you home."

"Creak~Creak~"

The hoarse old voice seemed to have magic power, striking Wang Xiaomei's fragile eardrums.

The scraping sound of fingernails scraping against the window glass was particularly permeable in the fierce wind and rain.

Finally, half an hour later, the talisman completely dimmed and could no longer shine.

"Ho ho ho..."

The sinister laughter of a successful plot could be heard outside the window, making Wang Xiaomei even more desperate.

She slowly reached out and stroked the talisman paper in her arms.

"Who come to save me...**, where are you..."

She murmured, tears rolling down her cheeks.

"Xiaomei, Mom knows that your dad and I were sorry for you before, and we shouldn't have kicked you out of the house."

"We know we were wrong, please open the door and go home with mom, okay?"

"We promise that we will treat you well in the future."

"Didn't you like to eat the dumplings made by your mother the most when you were a child? Your mother specially made them for you today, just waiting for you to come back to eat..."

"Xiaomei, my good daughter..."

"I..." Wang Xiaomei's eyes gradually drooped, "Mom..."

She seemed to have lost her soul, her lips moved slightly, and she uttered a slight raving.

She stood up slowly, staggering, like a puppet that had lost its soul.

"Open the door, open the door, my good daughter..." The voice outside became more and more anxious.

Wang Xiaomei walked slowly to the porch, stretched out her hand and turned the doorknob.

"Crack."

The howling cold wind mixed with the shower, blowing on her thin body.

In just a few seconds, the elegant long skirt was wetted by the rain.

"boom!"

She pushed open the door, and the cold raindrops hit her face, and she looked around blankly.

"Mom..." Wang Xiaomei murmured.

"Bitch, my mother's throat is almost broken, and she is finally willing to open the door."

A sharp and ear-piercing voice sounded suddenly.

Immediately afterwards, a middle-aged aunt with a shawl hanging out and a wrinkled face broke in.

Seeing Wang Xiaomei's appearance, she immediately showed a ferocious face.

Blue and purple corpse spots, sunken eye sockets, dry skin.

It looks like a ghost crawling out of the grave, creepy.

She raised her hand and slapped Wang Xiaomei's cheek, "The bastard, you killed us, I should have thrown you into the lake and drowned if I knew it earlier!"

"Snapped!"

A crisp slap resounded through the room.

Wang Xiaomei's eyelashes trembled slightly. She wanted to resist and run away, but her body stood there blankly, without any response.

Help me, someone help me...

I'm not a broom star, Mom, I'm not...

"Bitch!"

"Now it's your turn to repay our kindness of upbringing!"

The middle-aged woman cursed viciously, raised her leg and kicked Wang Xiaomei's abdomen.

Wang Xiaomei snorted, her slender body hit the wall and slowly slid down.

She struggled to open her eyes, and in her sight, her mother's fangs were glowing green, rushing towards her ferociously.

end it...

Anyway, there is nothing to miss in this world...

She slowly closed her eyes, waiting for death to come.

But after waiting for a long time, the expected pain never came.

She opened her eyes in doubt, and what caught in her pupils was a stalwart figure.

"You are such a good mother. Whoever becomes your daughter is really bad luck for eight lifetimes."

Lin Yi pinched the other party's neck and lifted her up, his tone was cold.

His hands were so strong that he could almost crush the opponent's throat.

The middle-aged woman blushed, her eyes protruded, and she kept patting Lin Yi's arms and shoulders.

"Cough, cough cough... put..."

"Crack!"

Lin Yi hated hearing people fart, so he snapped her neck.

"Are you okay?"

Seeing that Wang Xiaomei hadn't recovered for a long time, Lin Yi walked over and patted her on the head lightly.

The latter woke up like a dream, and shook his head: "No...it's okay."

Her eyes were glassy and empty, and she seemed terrified.

It wasn't until Lin Yi lightly pulled her into his arms that the completely broken emotions finally broke out.

"Woo, woo, woo..."

"I thought I was going to die, wow..."

"I'm not a broom star, I didn't know why I opened the door, I... woo wa—"

She kept muttering, and hugged Lin Yi tightly, as if this was the only way to make herself feel at ease.

Lin Yi sighed helplessly, allowing her to vent her inner fear and grievance.

At some point, the crying in her arms stopped, and Wang Xiaomei passed out from crying.

Looking at the sleeping little widow, Lin Yi smiled wryly.

"Didn't the little bear protect her?"

"How can you be tortured like this?"

Glancing at the torn bear doll in the corner, he remembered that the strength of the little bears fell to F level along with his downgrade.

That's fine.