[ALL Black Lord Chi Hei] Untouchable Lover

Chapter 33

Months flew by.The continuous rainy season has finally come to an end. With the reduction of rain, the sunshine time is getting longer day by day, and people's mood is also brightened with the bright sunshine.

However, there are also a few buildings that look gloomy no matter how hot the sun is.

Like Ito Motoku.

Probably because of the century-old house, many trees were planted around the house.After the precipitation of time, the centuries-old trees have already towered to the sky, and the lush branches and leaves are layered and scattered, weaving into a huge net to isolate the sunlight.

Ito Motoku is in the dense forest and enjoys the shade all by himself.

Ito Jing went to work in another place and just came back today.After sitting on the plane for three hours, it was another hour's drive back from the airport. The exhaustion from the bumps made her feel extremely bad.Seeing her like this, the maids didn't dare to say much. They all lowered their heads and saluted her cautiously.

"Hi, miss." "Welcome back, miss."

She waved her hand nonchalantly, signaling the maids to back down.Now she doesn't want to worry about anything, she just wants to go back to the house to take a shower and sleep, and it's best to sleep well for a day and a night to eliminate the fatigue of this whole body.

Walking through the corridor, Ito glanced at the backyard, where several little girls were playing games.

It was a very old little game. Draw a few grids on the ground with chalk, and sing to the beat while jumping between the grids.

"Three-eyed ghost in the rain"

"Three-eyed ghost in the wind"

"The three-eyed ghost is by my side"

"The wisps of scattered souls are swallowed up"

"The sound of ticking water"

The singing of nursery rhymes, accompanied by the laughter of the children, floats and echoes in the quiet yard.Ito stopped walking and leaned on the corridor to watch them play with great interest.

I really miss, she used to like to play games while singing this song.

Because of the special nature of the Ito family, the whole family is relatively closed.When she was a child, the family rules were very strict. She was not allowed to go out until she was 12 years old. She could only stay in the ten-meter-square area of ​​the room and read boring ancient classics.

Feeling nostalgic for about half an hour, Ito withdrew his gaze and walked to the inner room.

There was still a little distance from the door, and the son's voice came from a distance—"Come on!" Then there was a ping, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, it seemed that several toys collided together.You don't need to go in, but you can imagine the chaotic scene inside.

"Youxiang, I've said many times, don't use violence against toys." The warning in the woman's voice made Youxiang stiff with fright.

"Huan, welcome back." The other children, who have been separated from their mother for a few months, will definitely cheer and throw themselves into their mother's arms when they meet again.But for a child who suffered from his mother's cigarette butt burns since childhood, he only felt cold all over and couldn't speak well.A simple daily greeting is said with trepidation.

"Forget it, put these away," Ito Jing sighed, rubbing the center of his brows wearily, "I will have another good talk with the nanny about your discipline."

"Yes." Youxiang obediently put the Gunpla, Superman figures and other things back into the cardboard box.The house gradually returned to cleanliness, Ito smiled with satisfaction, and planned to go back to the room to rest.

What about the train?At the end of packing, Youxiang suddenly remembered that his most beloved electric train was missing, so he hurriedly lay down on the ground to look for it, with his head pressed against the floor and his little butt raised high.

"Ah, there!" He manipulated the electric train to run rampant in the house, and now it got stuck under the sofa.He crawled over, intending to fish out the little train, but his little arms were too short to reach it.

Ito watched him crawling around on the ground, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, "What? I'll get it for you."

Move the sofa away, revealing the toys underneath.

"That's great~" Youxiang cheered, holding the electric train in his arms like a baby, rubbing his cheek against the train skin.

There was a small bell tied with a ribbon on the locomotive, a gift from his favorite blue-haired sister.Youxiang has always cherished it very much. Whenever he gets a new toy he likes, he will tie a bell on it so that he can always see it.

The arm was grasped vigorously. "It hurts!" You Xiang couldn't help exclaiming.

Ito's face was rather ugly.Who is she?The eldest daughter of the Ito family, although she has no magic power and only knows some spells, her knowledge of the ghost world is still far beyond ordinary people.

There was a faint yin air surrounding the model train, and Ito looked over intently, and found that the milky white air originated from the bell on the front of the train.

"Where did this come from?" she asked sharply.Little Heipi was always afraid of her, and he was completely frightened when he was questioned so harshly.

He never thought that his mother would ask this directly.

The memory goes back to the time of the school trip half a year ago.The blue-haired man put the bell in his palm, "This is for you, but keep it a secret. Especially for your father." You Xiang still remembers that the man's gentle voice was very nice, "This is our little secret .”

The man made a promise.Since he promised to blue-haired sister, he must not say it!Youxiang secretly clenched his fists.

"I, I bought it!" He said loudly.

The woman looked at him coldly, "Lie."

How can a store sell something yin-qi?What's more, it is very difficult for such an inorganic object to be infected with Yin Qi.

Especially looking at the concentration of yin energy on the bell, it can only be seen that ghosts have worn it for several years.It was said that it was sold in a store, but Ito Yiqian didn't believe it.

How could my son hold something close to the ghost?

It can only show that this child has had close contact with ghosts!

"Tell me honestly, who gave it to you?" Ito asked sharply, holding the child's shoulder firmly.

As soon as he thought of a ghost approaching his son, his heart started beating crazily, and all kinds of bad thoughts swarmed into his mind, each one becoming more dangerous.

The Ito family has dealt with all kinds of underworld for a long time, and made a lot of money with gray means. In turn, the possibility of being haunted by ghosts is also high.She has an uncle who is a very cheerful person, "Ah Jing, come here, I will show you something nice." When she was a child, as long as her uncle said that, she would happily run over to watch him take out various small toys like a magic trick.

The last time I saw my uncle, he was lying in a pool of blood, his clothes soaked by rain.The smell of rotting corpses was very pungent, lingering like a nightmare.Ito didn't realize that it was her dear uncle for a long time, even though his eyes were widened to the limit, he couldn't recognize it.

The upper body of the person on the ground has been bitten off by the ghost, leaving only two long legs below the waist.

Since then, she has hated ghosts.

Ito admitted that she did not like the child in front of her.

The purpose of giving birth to a son was to tie a man's heart from the beginning.She was pregnant in October, and the baby was born through hard work, but she couldn't get a man to look at her more.

"It's useless." These were the first words she said to the baby in her swaddle.

However, just because she doesn't care about her son doesn't mean that she wants the child to die—especially when a ghost with ulterior motives approaches and eats him, even the corpse is gnawed to pieces, and there is no complete body for burial.

She could not accept such a possibility, absolutely not!

She frantically shook her son's small shoulders—

"Tell me, what kind of person gave you the bell?"

"Is the skin so white that it looks like it will disappear at any moment?"

"Is the voice so soft that people unconsciously want to listen to a few more words?"

You Xiang gritted his teeth and remained silent.Even though his shoulders were nearly torn apart by the woman's strength, he didn't say a word.Neither agree nor disagree.

"Let's be honest, the person who gave you the bell is probably not a human being." Ito paused, his eyes gloomy. "Don't come into contact with that disgusting thing."

Disgusting thing?

Little Heipi thought about it for a long time, his eyebrows twisted into hemp ropes, before he realized that the "disgusting thing" refers to the quiet ice-blue figure in his memory.

A nine-year-old boy is actually much thinner than he looks on the outside.

The nanny is long-winded, the teacher is strict, and there are very few people who will gently touch his hair and listen patiently to what he says, and the blue-haired person is one of them.

You Xiang even secretly pulled out a few of that man's hair and held them in his palm, imagining that "it would be nice if the blue-haired sister was my mother".

"No..." he whispered.Ito was so angry that he didn't hear clearly, "What did you say?"

Youxiang's face flushed, "I like that sister! She's not a 'disgusting thing'!" After speaking, he ran away, locked the room, and stayed alone in it, making it clear that he didn't want to continue this topic.

Seeing the gloomy face of the young lady, the servants were so frightened that they wanted to pry open the door. Ito said coldly, "Don't meddle in your own business."

The closed door of the son's room was tantamount to a silent protest.

"Okay, very good." Ito smiled angrily.The bell in his hand is exquisite and small, and when it is shaken lightly, it will make a clear and shallow sound.

Ito stared at it for a few seconds, then turned and walked outside the house.

She has a husband and a son.She has everything she should have.

In fact?

The husband misses the dead person so much that he visits the grave several times a year.Staring at M's vanilla milkshake in a daze, I sat there for several hours.

Her good son is even more youthful than blue, because of a ghost of unknown origin, he doesn't even want to see his mother's face.

The more she thought about it, the more amusing she became, and she couldn't help speeding up her pace.

Standing still at the end of the corridor, Ito dismissed the maid and walked into the top cubicle.

There are many old tables and stools in the room, covered with dust, it is a small room full of debris.

Ito walked to the corner, and there was a dangling rope hanging on the wall, which was also full of dust.As soon as she grasped the rope, she pulled hard—the ancient portrait on the wall opened a gap, just big enough for one person to pass through.There seemed to be a narrow road in the gap. The winding stone road led to nowhere, and the intersecting intersections made people dizzy.

The woman walked through it familiarly, without lighting a lamp, and shuttled freely in the dark.

Finally, her footsteps stopped.

"Baby, long time no see." What responded to her was a deep roar, which echoed in the quiet stone room.

In front of her was a huge cage, covered with all kinds of runes.

Ito said softly, "It's so pitiful, I haven't let it out for so long, I must be starving." His tone was like a mother comforting a child who was having a temper tantrum.

The creature in the cage seemed to be touched very comfortably by her, and the huge three eyes rolled around.Ito withdrew his hand, his palm was wet and covered with scarlet liquid.

"I'll let you go out for activities. As a price, you have to eat the master of this Yin Qi."

Ito raised the bell high and shook it a few times.The three eyes stared at the metal together, and the throat made the sound of swallowing liquid.

She silently recited a few incantations, and the runes slowly fell down.

With a creak, the door of the cage opened.

"Remember to eat clean."

TBC

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