Midnight Offering: Hades’s Little Pet

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I saw this thin, small, dry old man crouched behind the tree, and some of the words of reproach that had been in his mouth suddenly seemed to be choked, and he couldn't say a word.

The old man stared at me with turbid eyes, as if to see through me, the hot eyes were exactly the same as before.

The questioning words turned into questions immediately, and I asked strangely, "Grandpa, are you staring at me secretly?"

Looking at this old man, even though he is wearing a shabby dress, between his eyebrows and his expression, he looks completely different from an ordinary tramp, and he can't think of any abnormal body.

There was a faint pressure on him, so that the hair on my back was standing upright, and he was unable to calm down.

The old man's hazy eyes looked at my ruby ​​bracelet, and then he thoughtfully looked at my lower abdomen. I squinted my eyes. It is best to be ready to run at any time.

After all, not all exorcists are well-meaning. At first, Grandpa An reminded us.

People have greed and selfishness. They will use their special abilities to seek various interests. Naturally, not all exorcists are decent.

I just didn't want to cause any trouble just to leave him, and he's stunned by things in the underworld, and I don't want him to be distracted to take care of me.

Who knows, the old man didn't reply to me at all, but took a spit of sputum towards the side of the ground, and then moved his feet in worn shoes and left.

This made me even more weird. Why did he not say anything when he obviously wanted to tell me something?

In other words, since he didn't find anything about me, why did he keep staring at me from the moment I entered the amusement park until I came out and planned to go back, he insisted on observing me in secret?

"Girl, take care."

He said a word silently, and saw that his feet stopped, stood there with his back to me, hands folded behind him, and I thought his voice would sound old and weak.

Who knows, his voice was as strong and powerful as Hong Zhong. His rough palms were clenched slightly, and he turned his back to me and said, "I haven't thought about this. I can meet retrospectors here today."

He lifted his head slightly, watching the sky that started to darken, and slowly said, "It's going to change, pay attention to safety."

From his tone, I heard helplessness, stress, and sorrow.

I looked at the sky, and it was almost dark. After all, it was autumn, and it would not be like summer. It was still bright at six or seven in the evening, just like the afternoon.

However, I did not hear the second meaning implied in his words.

It wasn't until later, when the great event that shook the whole world of the sun and the hell, that I understood the meaning behind his words.

Looking at this strange and somewhat inexplicable old man, I tilted my head and wanted to guess his identity and the purpose of peeping at me. In the end, even if I wanted to break my head, I couldn't think of it.

But from what he said, I can understand a little bit.

This old man is also an exorcist. As for what he is, I think he will be the kind of hidden man.

Often, talented people choose to walk on rivers and lakes in this form.

In order not to make himself too conspicuous, although the old man's figure looks very thin and dry, but his voice is strong, his eyes are full of dense fog that I can't understand. I sat in the taxi and thought down.

If he is a good party, I would like to thank him for the reminder he gave me today, even if I don't understand what he means.

However, if his original intention is not from a good heart, but another conspiracy, if he is hostile to us, I realize that he will be a very difficult person.

...

When I returned to the bedroom, the room was very dark and there were no electric lights. I turned on the lights, and when I saw untouched meals on the table, my heart lifted.

My eyes immediately turned to Murray's bed, and I walked quickly, and when I saw her little, furry head resting on the pillow, I shouted in my heart!

I quickly changed my slippers, stepped on the upper ladder and climbed to her bed.

"Hello, Murray, you'll wake up soon." If she hasn't woken up this morning, I can still tell myself how much she might get up at noon, eat a meal, and take a nap in the afternoon, and her body should be almost recovered Already.

But she did not move a bite of the meal I prepared for her at the table, and when she saw the pair of slippers neatly placed beside the ladder, I knew that she had never gotten out of bed.

May never wake up.

This made me nervous, and I was worried about what happened to her. I was out of the bedroom one day, and if she passed out, or if there was an emergency in my body, I would really feel guilty and regretful for life.

When I first started pushing Murray, she didn't respond, scared me into a cold sweat, and knew that she responded stupidly before I exhaled.

Fortunately, fortunately, she is still alive ...

Pooh! What alive is not alive, she just fell asleep, yes!

I comfort myself in my heart, trying to soothe my throbbing heart.

My hand accidentally touched her hand, and an electric shock came all of a sudden, and I grabbed her palm.

The fiery temperature was not the healthy body temperature one should have at all. I frowned, and put my other hand on her head.

"His--" It's hot!

Murray has a fever! My heart started to panic because I didn't know when she started having a fever.

If it started yesterday, I would be so blameless!

At this moment, the first thing I thought of was Anning. Maybe Anning left. I haven't adapted yet. I subconsciously called Anning and said, "Murberry has a fever. Anning, let's take her to the hospital."

When I finished speaking, the room was silent for a while, then I returned to my heart.

The man who is best with himself is gone.

I gritted my teeth, and a little apology and guilt rose in my heart.

I heard Murray answer me yesterday, and I still thought that I didn't wake up! In fact, Murray may have a fever then!

Otherwise she won't be confused!

"Murray, can you get up? You can't do this, I'll take you to the hospital."

I gritted my teeth and wanted to wrap the quilt and let her sit up and look at the high position of the upper bunk. If Murray really couldn't wake up and was drowsy and unconscious, I could only call an ambulance.

More worthy of joy and comfort is that Murray opened her eyes and, under my protection and support, climbed down the climbing pole.

I quickly dressed her, took her a coat, and took a taxi to the hospital.

As soon as Murray arrived at the hospital, the doctor took her temperature, and 39 degrees was almost 40 degrees. She was quickly taken to the emergency room and started to hang on saline water.

I sat by her small bed, leaning on a simple wooden chair, and watched the sky gradually darken until it became completely dark, and my stomach began to murmur.

I can't help but miss him, we only left for a few hours before I started missing him.

Can't help but, I'm still hungry.

I didn't eat dinner, so I took Murray to the hospital to hang salt water.

The caregiver sister next door saw that I was slightly tired, and asked me if I had dinner. I answered truthfully, she promised to take care of Murray for me, so I took the time to go out and buy some food.

Mom looks like she came back from a business trip today. When I was shopping for food in the supermarket, I received a warm call from her, but my mood at the moment was really unhappy.

She also seemed to hear my depressed mood, exhausted all kinds of strength from my mouth, and learned what happened recently.

She hurriedly offered to help me take care of Murray and moved my heart.

However, I don't think it is necessary. On the way to the hospital, I called the counselor and told him about Murray's illness, and he would contact the Mo family.

As soon as I walked out of the convenience store with my bag, holding a bag in my hand, it was another phone call.

But this call is completely different from the previous ones.

"Hua girl! Where did Anning's girl go? Why didn't I see her !?"

I couldn't help but take a breath, and my brain moved quickly, knowing what was going on.

An Ning has left his home, has he gone abroad? So anxious?

And Grandpa An, didn't he say he was going to stay there for a week?

I know I can't hide it. Sooner or later he will know about this. Who knows that I haven't spoken frankly, Grandpa An suddenly became furious and became furious!

"Ah!" He sighed. "It's ridiculous! It's ridiculous! I don't even listen!"

"Have she ever taken me seriously as a grandfather ?!"

Grandpa An was yelling constantly in the microphone section, and I heard An Yu's voice faintly. She seemed to be persuading Grandpa An with a gentle voice.

At the moment, my heart is messed up.

Obviously, everything this morning was so easy and pleasant.

But why did n’t God just give me a little more breathing space, and just let those dark tides swallow me up?

I even heard Grandpa An burst out a few unpleasant words, and then the phone "clicked" and hung up, leaving me alone standing at the door of the convenience store, watching the light coming out of it, sending me The figure on the ground looked so lonely.

I walked towards Murder's ward carrying food.

The emergency department is very noisy. Many people hang here with salt water, and there is the sound of old people chatting, and the noise of small children barking.

Murray's condition is a bit serious. At present, it is only a common high fever. It seems that there is no inflammation in the body. I don't hesitate to affirm that it was definitely her overdraft using divination that led to such an end.

Just as I walked into the ward with my stuff, a man and two women standing beside the bed made me suddenly stunned.

Surprisingly, Murray is now like an innocent person, sitting on a pillow, pale, with slightly drowsing eyes, and ignored the three at the bedside.