The little boy's heart was beating almost to his throat, and he was like a puddle of mud that could not move. The dead and stiff young lady lying beside him suddenly stood up in a twisted and strange posture.

"Giggles, you're finally here!" followed by her eerie and sinister laughter, like thousands of caterpillars crawling in the bottom of her heart.

The old man was also extremely surprised, and he quickly stood in front of the two little brothers. He saw the little girl standing up tremblingly, her eyes occupied by a strange red, and her canine teeth were hideous, surrounded by anger, which was clearly a terrible face. He mistakenly thought that the strong rancid smell that permeated the air was left over from the flaming face.

The old man suddenly realized that the flaming human face that had transformed into a flaming snake, a king cobra, and a black evil dragon was nothing more than a puppet manipulated by the little girl in front of him, and she was so perfectly disguised. The old man immediately raised the sword in his hand, and the flames burned again, and the sword was burned red. The light of the fire flickered and fluttered on the faces of several of them. The little girl's face was always dark, and she was cut off from the light.

Looking at the really dead little boy at the feet of the little girl, the old man couldn't do anything. When the sword falls, the soul of the little girl will be wiped out and she will never be reborn.

The little girl angrily grinned her fangs and demonstrated to the old man. When her eyes swept over the little boy's brother, the roaring flames softened. She walked towards the little boy's brother stupidly, but looked at her brother again, very reluctant.

Both the boy and the old man realize that the little girl's resentment over the loss of her brother has turned her into a ghost just after she dies. She pretends to be on the verge of death and carefully lays out a perfect trap. Even if she turns into a ghost, her brother is still an indelible mark on her heart. She lost her brother and was desperate to find a replacement, and her real goal was the younger brother of the little boy.

The old man hesitated, he could still easily kill the little ghost girl in front of him. When her anger intensifies and the black flames are stirred up again, she may have to take a lot of trouble to resolve the crisis. His hanging sword was raised again.

The little boy jumped out from behind the old man, and took the first step between the old man and the little girl. The old man was puzzled that the little boy who was trembling behind him dared to rush in front of the ghost.

The little boy and the little girl have similar ages and experiences. He knew too well the sincere love and protection of his only family, the self-blame and remorse that his family had disappeared in his arms, the despair of being trapped in the abyss, eternally cut off from light and truth.

The blackened little girl was also a little surprised. For her, human emotions should have disintegrated with the stopped heartbeat. She was amazed at the pity of a little boy the size of her brother, and she was amazed that the boy of her age stood up to protect herself. She was even surprised at the "surprise of her" itself, and the "surprise" was nothing more than the emotional instinct of human weakness and helplessness.

The little girl was surrounded by fire, and in the long agony of waiting for rescue, all hope and hope were consumed. The hideous fangs quickly tore at the corners of her mouth again, and the anger in her eyes grew again.

It would have been a fire that could have been avoided. The little girl's parents made a living as domestic workers. They leave the house before dawn and come home late at night after work. In order to prevent the little girl from sneaking away to play without taking care of her younger brother, and fearing that his younger brother would get lost, they locked the door of the house when they left.

At a very young age, the little girl supports the daily housework, cooks and washes for her parents, but she will always only see her parents with sad faces. It wasn't until her brother was born that she finally had company. She took the initiative to take care of her brother's daily life. But after all, she is only a teenage girl, and her brother's cold and fever are common, and her worries and self-blame are nothing more than severe scolding from her parents.

Looking at her brother crying out with hunger, she even wished she could breastfeed him like her mother. Her younger brother became her only friend and support. She hopes that she can grow up quickly and work as a domestic helper, and she will definitely get up earlier and sleep later than her parents. She would do her best to clean and wash all the dishes to a white and shiny finish. In this way, she has enough money for her brother to study, so that he can go out and play, and no longer be like herself, repeating day after day without a future in an endless cage.

However, what really made her desperate was not the heavy housework that did not match her age. She also knew that her parents went out to work for her younger brother and the family.

Before the fire, my brother woke up crying in bed and that he should be hungry. The little girl is scrambling to add twigs to the stove. Her brother's crying intensified, and she hurriedly dropped the branch, grabbed a piece of potato and stuffed it into his mouth.

She calmed her brother and returned to the stove, where she found that half of the branch she had just thrown was in the fire, and the other half outside the stove was already burning. She panicked and tried to trample the branches out. However, it was too late, and the flames had already jumped down the bamboo mats on the walls to the felt cloth on the roof.

She rushed to the door with her brother in her arms, and slapped and slammed it hard, but the big lock had already blocked the door at all. They rushed to the window, the small window frame covered with fine iron bars. She cried out for help, but the whole world seemed to be the only one left, and there was no response. The room was filled with smoke, and she left her brother by the window and rushed back to the door. She coughed violently and could barely open her eyes. She stepped back and slammed the door until her knees and elbows were covered in blood, but the door never let go.

The fire further expanded, and heavy objects fell from the ceiling and smashed next to his brother. The little girl rushed over and took her brother in her arms. As soon as she got back to the door, a piece of wood fell and hit her calf hard, causing her to lose her balance and fall to her knees. In order to prevent the younger brother in her arms from falling, she did not reach out to protect herself, and her forehead hit the door panel hard.

The wood pressed against her calf was unusually heavy, and she couldn't move her skinny. She clenched her fist and slammed it against the wooden door, slamming her head into it. The smoke and the scorching heat grew stronger, and she couldn't breathe, only scratching at the door panel, which was stained with blood from her fingernails.

She finally realized in despair that she couldn't escape on her own. The roof was collapsing, and she fell to the ground with her hands on her hands, protecting her brother under her body, and she could no longer pick him up. How she longed for her parents to appear at the door in time to open this escape exit with the sound of the key turning the keyhole.

She was terrified. She fears that her parents will blame her for her negligence and cause an irreparable fire, and she fears that she will lose her beloved brother forever. She wailed and wept, tears shining brightly on the flames of the roof. The tears fell on her brother's face, and his face jumped clearly before her eyes again.

The younger brother was pale, unable to cry, and his body trembled slightly.

"Mommy, Mommy, where are you, come and save my brother! Mommy!"

The tears on the little girl's cheeks and eye frames were dried by the fire, and her eyes and eyebrows twisted and condensed. Her throat was like a long dry earth, and the cracks at the corners of her mouth reached her heart. The heart is still crying: "Mom... You... At... Where?"

Until the inner cry gradually dissolves into an aftersound. The little girl's last thought was still motivating herself: "Just hold on for one more second, even for a second!" Mom and Dad are on their way. "She had to hold on to some beliefs, or she would die quickly as her mind went blank.

The merciless door remained untouched from beginning to end. The little girl's last perseverance was like a sporadic and helpless fire, and finally completely annihilated. Hatred became her only motivation to persevere.

She hated her parents. At the end of her brother's life, they deliberately avoided it. The grievances of the past are vivid, and the hatred makes her gradually sober up. She thought she would hate her brother too, the little boy who had taken away the few attention his parents had. On the contrary, her love for this family member who wandered together at the gate of the ghost gate reached its peak at this moment.

The little girl fainted. Black flames danced and shouted before her eyes, mocking her like a ghost for being a cowardly waste. In the darkness, just a stone's throw away from the door, a bewitching woman's words suddenly appeared.

"The man you call Mom is a selfish, wicked woman. Where was your brother when she needed her most? I'll tell you where she was! Her gentle hands were holding the rich man's fat son, holding up a boat for him that was slowly rocking and drifting to sleep. Her abundant milk is like a trickle of spring water, irrigating and nourishing every inch of the delicate skin of the rich man's fat son. ”

"Your lovely brother, how pure and flawless, how innocent, this lonely fire should not belong to him!" The woman's seductiveness suddenly turned into a stern reprimand: "But he has always been a burden, just like you, no one cares and pity!"

The little girl was no longer able to wonder if it was an auditory hallucination. The seductive voice made her anger explode again, and she felt that she couldn't be more sober. It dawned on her that she hadn't even taken care of and loved her brother.

Yes, she hated the woman who gave birth to her. The woman locked the door of the house firmly, not to prevent thieves, but to prevent her, a subordinate, from escaping. When she was about to be burned to death, the woman would rather sacrifice her son than open the door. This inexplicable fire may have been set by that woman, and that woman hated herself, yes, the fire was set by that woman!

"Only I can help you open the door to survival! Only I can save your brother! I can give him supreme power. Wouldn't it be worth it to trade your soul with me?" The woman's gossip was endless.

When she was completely devastated, the little girl was grateful that she finally had the opportunity to love her brother again. The little girl was pleasantly surprised to find that she no longer needed to breathe, and she was convinced of the divine power of the woman in the dark. She surrenders her sovereignty and her mind is controlled at will by the woman in the dark. The blood pooled in her eye frames, covering her eyes, and she could no longer see clearly, so she could only turn black and white upside down, and there was no distinction between right and wrong.

The woman's voice in the darkness commanded unequivocally, "You want this, this, this..."

The little girl's accusation is like a movie, unfolding in front of the little boy's eyes. Black blood flowed out of the little girl's eye socket violently, forming a small river. Where the small river flows, everything corrodes and festers.

The dark green flames around are burning more and more, the wind is gusting, and the cold is pressing. It dawned on the boy that these flames were the little girl's accusations and anger against death and her mother. The whole world was oppressive and deadly silent, and the flames were cast on the little boy's face.

The little boy was immersed in the scene, empathetic, and tears rained down. He was also helpless when his brother's life was in danger. The difference is that his brother is like a kite with a sturdy lead, no matter how desperate he is floating in the air, the storm has disoriented him, and he can always pull him back to the ground.