The Dead Return Home!
His son had been dead for three years, yet he had actually come back, standing stiffly in the doorway.
What kind of thing was this?
Anyone who encountered it would have felt their scalp go numb.
"Mother."
"Brother came back for us."
Jiaojiao shouted.
"Jiaojiao, run!"
"He's not your brother! Your brother has been gone for a long time!"
Sister Wang struggled frantically.
She shouted at the top of her lungs.
Perhaps some hidden potential had erupted in that moment of crisis. She had no idea where the strength came from, but she finally tore herself free from the woman behind her. She rushed to the doorway, grabbed her daughter, and ran.
"My child... my child..."
"Mother..."
The woman and the "son" shouted from behind them.
But those voices sounded like death warrants.
They only made her run faster.
"Jiaojiao, don't be afraid. Mother will protect you..." Sister Wang held her daughter and comforted her as she ran.
"Brother..."
"That isn't your brother!"
Sister Wang cut her daughter off. "A bad person is pretending to be your brother!"
Her son had died when her daughter was only four.
Back then, she had told Jiaojiao that her brother had gone somewhere very far away. The neighbors were kindhearted and had never deliberately said anything hurtful or careless, so her daughter had never learned that her brother had died.
That was why she still thought her brother had come home.
After all, three years had passed.
She was only seven now.
Perhaps she would understand what "gone somewhere very far away" meant when she was older.
"Tap tap tap!"
"Tap tap tap!"
Rapid footsteps echoed through the alley.
No one knew how long they had been running.
At last, they reached the end of the alley.
But after