In the crisis survival game, relying on space to win numbness

But the biggest question for everyone right now is:
Where is its Achilles' heel in the form of a city?
Since it is a heartless city——

Obviously, it should be careless.

What is exposed at the moment is just a big windmill representing the eyes.

The windmill, the seven-colored wind leaves rotate leisurely on weekdays, soaring into the clouds.

During the sacrificial ceremony, it turned into seven blood-dropping eyes.

On the surface, it looks like a park landscape, but now it seems that it is just a thing to monitor human beings.

Could it be that its Achilles heel is hiding underground.

But the players are full of ten people, so they can't, dig three feet to find it, right? !

Several people were a little flustered, and they all looked at Bai Yu, who had the most thoughtful thoughts.

But he saw Bai Yu, with a calm face, looking up at her little face and her mother, talking about something.

"Mom, where are they?" Bai Yu tugged Mama Bai's hand down again, and pointed her chin in the direction of the stone house.

This time, probably because the ceremony had officially started, Mama Bai was not too restrained.

She bent down and looked at her daughter, her wrinkled eyes slightly raised, and her low tone was filled with excitement:
"Of course they are reborn! Isn't the baby worried that mother's hair will turn gray and grow old?
Soon, my mother will regain her youth! "

"Get younger?"

Bai Yu muttered to himself deliberately.

Immediately, she stared at Mama Bai with a puzzled face, and asked a little more in her tone:
"Mom, what about me?"

Mama Bai stared blankly.

She bent down, pulled the back of her daughter's hand and placed it on her dry and chapped lips to kiss gently, as she asked her daughter nine times before, and said:
"You, of course, are still the flesh and blood of your mother. Even if you eat bran and swallow vegetables in your next life, you will be with your mother forever and ever. You say so, okay?"

Bai Yu lowered her eyes, frowned her eyebrows, frowned with her lips, and said in a low voice:
"Mom, no. Not good."

"." Mama Bai, who was about to get up, stopped abruptly.

The loving eyes were instantly filled with inconceivable astonishment.

For a moment, she didn't know whether to be happy or worried.

She would ask her daughter this question at the blessing ceremony after each sacrifice.

Nine times in a row.

The answer is the same every time:

"Mom, I do!"

She knew that her daughter suffered from severe autism due to family environment and lack of company.

The daughter has always been reluctant to refuse.

She asked this question just to find peace of mind.

After all, the daughter died first, and so did her spiritual sacrifice.

Now it is just to keep his promise, perfect the ceremony in the name of praying for blessings, and finally sacrifice the soul to the eye of Wuxin.

The daughter has been born again for ten years.

Whether she is willing or not is similar to cooking cooked rice, it doesn't matter.

However, in the past nine times, every time my daughter's straightforward promises brought me despair.

She always said "yes" on the birthday of the blessing ceremony, but when she woke up the next day, she chose to end her life again and again.

Even if she was tightly locked up by herself.

The tragedy repeats itself again and again.

But this time, after I sacrificed my soul ten times, my daughter's reply turned out to be:
She doesn't want to!
Why? ? ! !

It's her mother, what's not good enough? !

Or is something wrong?

wrong!

wrong! !
Seems like something went wrong a few days ago.

My daughter, who has always been hostile and rebellious, will say thank you!
My daughter, who has always been autistic and indifferent, will care about her now!

The daughter, who has always been timid and cowardly, dares to take a kitchen knife in her hand and chop that scumbag Xiong Biao with a knife in her place!

always.
Even the windmill only displayed four colors nine times in a row.

This time there are six colors for the first time!

Even though, the pink that represents [happiness] still didn’t appear
She suddenly had a moment of doubt:
Is this still the daughter in my memory?
But if she wasn't her own daughter, who could she be? (end of this chapter)