In fact, this Hora was the owner of this factory, and seeing the boy's figure suddenly brought it into his previous life.

[ ] flickering street lamp, back to that small but warm home, put down the broom, stop the tricycle, open the door, that was his best memory, because there was a person waiting there.

This is already a house to be demolished in the city.

His sideburns are getting whiter, but his requirements for life are gradually decreasing.

Whether it's the white eyes of passers-by. is still an unfilial son who has disappeared for three years, and the past has become a cloud of the past, and he just wants to spend his old age with his wife.

However, fate does not seem to have spared them.

At a time when the company organized a physical examination in the hospital, my wife was diagnosed with advanced stomach cancer, which hit them hard.

But it's right to think about it, they go out early and return late every day, and they don't have a fixed meal, so it's no wonder if there is something wrong with their health.

If it were him, he might not care and continue to live his old life.

Even if she thought so, he would never allow that.

I had to give in and find the owner of the real estate company to sell the tiny house and get a huge sum of money.

That night, real estate developers raised their glasses to celebrate the last nail household, and the dilapidated old building was blown to pieces in the staggered manner.

They had to move to a factory abandoned by the fire, but even then, he did not give up hope of life.

The next day, I went to the hospital to arrange surgery for my wife, and after a day-long operation, my wife was finally pushed out of the SU ward, plus a few days of medication, my wife's condition improved, and she was able to walk on the ground.

On the third day, my wife couldn't sit still and asked to be discharged from the hospital, but he didn't agree and wanted to be treated more, after all, there was still some money.

The old man finally agreed, and asked the attending physician, who had already seen the results and agreed to deliver the medicine and let the car deliver them.

In this way, they began a new life, cleaned the factory spotlessly, picked up sofas and wire beds, and the old man repaired them with the skills he learned in his youth.

And his wife weaves a wooden rattan trash can to clean their spacious home every day.

They were accompanied by a large iron pot that was the only thing his parents had left over from the purchase they had given him when they got married, and the fragrance wafted from the stone stove every day.

Isn't it a blessing in disguise, they can taste the unique aroma of wood-fired dishes again for a long time.

In their old age, they no longer express their emotions in words, but they lean together every day, looking up at the starry sky that cannot be seen in the bright city from the corner of the ceiling that was missing due to the fire.

He thought everything would go on happily ever after.

Until noon that day, he was idle and had nothing to do, and his wife went to find someone else to play mahjong, so he packed up a large stack of books from under the bed, all of which were bought by his son when he was a child, and have been kept by his wife until now.

He opened one of them, and found the white medical treatment sheet, which read: Although the condition has improved after surgery and medication, it is only temporary, and it may be resupplemented later, so it is recommended to plan early.

Only then did they realize that they had never escaped from the clutches of the devil, but had just indulged themselves for a while before the claws pulled out their hearts.

He cried, crying extremely sad and sad, and thought of one thing every time his wife cooked, he gave him nutritious things to eat, saying that he didn't like to eat, but in fact, she sensed that she was dying.

In order not to let my wife know, I put the list back in its place.

But my wife's body is getting worse day by day, and in the end she is almost in bed.

He went to the doctor to prescribe medicine, but the doctor told him to go home to prepare for the future, he didn't believe that reason, so he went to the hospital, and finally the doctor prescribed him some anti-inflammatory drugs.

Facing his wife who was lying on the bed and dying, he could no longer resist the pain in his heart, and clutched tightly in his hand the medical treatment sheet that he wanted to throw away several times.

However, my wife's condition is deteriorating, and there is no money for treatment.

The pain of the burst of the levee permeated the entire factory, summoning the demons who came with the scent of despair.

"Do you want her to live forever? I can help you make that happen. The devil was whispering.

When he heard it, he began to look around for the source of the sound, and finally saw the black mist on the broom and dustpan that his wife often used.

"Really? If so, what do I need to do? Even if it's to smash the pot and sell iron, I'm willing. "Look over there and say loudly.

"Of course, I can let you live with her, and you will never be harmed by disease, as long as you are eaten by me."

He knew that this voice of evil greed and lust was not an angel, but he had no choice, because the angel did not appear in front of him, only the demon appeared.

The pact was signed, and the yin self called love devoured them and gave them a new life of darkness.

Those who disrespected them were reduced to bones rubbed between the tooth forests, and they had never received the dignity that human beings deserved under the body of this monster.

They devour, they survive. They are forever snuggled together, removing the garbage that degrades them, like a broom and a dustpan.

It's just something that fills your stomach, and it doesn't have the warmth and deliciousness that comes out of that iron pan.

Originally, he thought that their life would be able to sit back and relax, but until today, he encountered intractable difficulties, and he felt that he was back to his previous life that he did not want to.

Just as he was full of memories, there was no warning.

The white-clad figure fell on them, and the knife stabbed in, and Hora's blood poured down from the ceiling like rain, blackening the couch and wire bed, and corroding the insects in the iron pot that had not had time to escape.

The flash of the knife sent its unprepared dustpan-shaped Hora wailing from the sky, smashing the cot on which she had been lying.

Seeing this, the broom-shaped Hora on the side stretched out her tail and tried to wrap around it, but the small size of the circle caused it to be led and fall to the ground, smashing a hole in the ground.

"Silent Tooth, whatever you're thinking, if you don't kill them, we'll be done with the game." The dragon-shaped skull ring on his finger spoke.

"I understand this."

Zero Moya said as the blade brushed through Galirus's iron fangs, sending out bright sparks that swirled in the air as he swirled, the doors of the three apertures shining as they opened.

The golden armor flew in the air, pieces of it were joined to Zero Moya's body, and the entire factory trembled as it fell to the ground, huge ink shining in the essence light, and a sharp wolf howl resounded throughout the darkness.

The golden blade supported the ground, reflecting the bright moonlight.

The shadow cast by the broken skylight obscured his face, and in the darkness he raised his massive dragon-like wolf head, only his sharp eyes pierced the darkness and shimmered with a ferocious blue light.