Chapter 135

"It's time to go. The fire is too big. It's too late if you don't go again."

The man behind him interrupted his cry.

Xiaojiang looked up and finally saw his appearance.

The man in front of him was almost as tall as him. He was wearing a gray, obviously ill fitting cassock, and even showed half of his shoulder, like a child who stole adult clothes.

The most important thing is that the other party has no hair on his bare brain bag, a wooden fish in his hand, and a pair of big watery eyes staring straight at him.

It's a little monk.

"You should go."

The little monk repeated what he had just said with great patience.

Xiaojiang Wang lowered his head again, touched Jiang's mother's face and was unwilling to give up, completely ignoring the little monk.

"You'll be burned."

The little monk doesn't look very smart, except for her big eyes. She looks like she can talk. She stares at Xiaojiang Wang very seriously, and her baby's fat face is serious.

Jiang Wang still ignored it and gently and patiently wiped the blood from the corners of Jiang's mouth.

Mom loves cleaning best. If she sees what she looks like now, she will be very angry, and then ignore him

He wants to talk to his mother.

"If you don't go, I won't care about you."

The little monk tooted his mouth, his tone was serious, and thought he was threatening Jiang Wang fiercely.

Jiang Wang simply lay beside Jiang's mother, then lay on her chest and hugged her with open arms.

After a while, he seemed to feel something missing. He opened his empty eyes and thought. He pulled Jiang's arm and put it on his young shoulder to create the illusion that Jiang's mother was holding herself. Then he smiled contentedly, closed his eyes and skillfully hugged Jiang's mother.

The mother and son hugged each other tightly. Jiang wantonly rubbed his head in the arms of Jiang's mother, and gently called "Mom"

The air is quiet and terrible.

No one answered him.

A tear ran across the corner of his closed eyes and wet his long eyelashes, but he still closed his eyes and didn't want to open them:

"Mom..."

He hugged Jiang Mu's arm tightly.

"Mom..."

In the room, only he called softly again and again.

When the little monk met this situation for the first time, he couldn't help holding the wooden fish in his arms, and his eyes were at a loss.

"Is there anyone else in there? If you hear me, please answer!" suddenly there was a call outside.

Because Xiaojiang kept opening his mouth, his throat was too smoky to speak. He wanted to open his mouth and call, "there... Cough, there... Someone..."

The sound is almost inaudible.

"There's someone here!!"

The little monk suddenly made his hand into a trumpet and shouted outside the bedroom door.

When the footsteps came, the little monk immediately dodged into the wardrobe.

"There are two people in the bedroom, an adult and a child. Come and reinforce!"

Next, many voices mixed together, and people kept going in and out of the room to check their vital signs.

The thick smoke made him gradually lose consciousness. Before losing consciousness, he stared at the direction of the wardrobe and just looked at Xiaohe Shanglu's eyes outside.

"Shh..."

The little monk made a silent gesture towards him.

Jiang Wang didn't remember whether he nodded. The next moment, he was black and fell into a lengthy and endless darkness.

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"Later, when the police checked the crime scene, they found a string of bells that didn't belong to anyone."

Jiang Wang took a sip of tea and continued to speak to them.