Chapter 1432 Struggling in the Mud

Norman is not very sure about "whether he can leave London alive".

Even as time passed, he got closer and closer to the edge of the mist, and the number of living corpses around him gradually became less and less. However, due to the battles he experienced along the way, the healing potion was completely used up before he escaped from the foggy area.

"Cough cough cough..."

As he walked, he coughed violently again. Norman held onto the tree trunk with one hand and covered his mouth with the other. The blood, which was still warm, dripped from between his fingers to the ground.

Obviously, the damage to the internal organs has become so serious that it cannot be ignored.

However, since he had no medicine and he didn't know how to heal the spell, he seemed to have no other choice but to continue to persevere.

In this way, the previous thought emerged from his mind again.

"I will also become... ahem, a living corpse?"

To be honest, after so many times of avoiding, encountering, chasing and fighting, he may be the one who knows the living corpses best besides Hai Erbo.

Just like the discovery that Sirius and the others observed that the blind living corpses could not see, it has almost become common sense on his side.

Not only vision, hearing, smell, touch and other things that living people should have are also useful on living corpses. If there is any significant difference between a living corpse and a living person, it probably means that the former can "perceive living things within a certain range through a special method", right?

If Maca was here, he might be able to further confirm that the perception of those living corpses is also aimed at the fluctuation of magic power!

Of course, what the living corpses perceive is obviously not important to Norman.

Because as long as he understands, it's best not to get too close to those guys—even if the other party hasn't discovered his existence yet.

"If you really can't survive, at least blow yourself up before you die... I can't become like them. If Lottie meets her in the future, she will definitely be sad."

Thinking of this, Norman couldn't help but feel sad... I just hope that my daughter can be happy!

After all, she got rid of the abyss of the Werther family and had her own pursuit and a new life. At least she must be happier than him, a person who can't let go.

"what--"

suddenly,

Norman, who was thinking about what happened behind him, froze for a moment, then raised his hand to look at the suitcase he had been carrying in his hand.

At that moment, he collided with the eyes from the gap on the side of the suitcase.

Because the sound was banned by his spell, there was no sound from inside, and coupled with the hard running all the way, this almost made him forget that there were still these two children inside.

But now, at the moment when he met his eldest nephew's eyes, he finally remembered why he fled here with his life.

It's just... what kind of eyes are those eyes!

In the child's eyes, the fear and panic have long since disappeared, and there is not even much pain left. What is more present now is just a touch of ashes that is almost impossible to see in the eyes of a child of this age.

But think about it, if he saw his mother and uncle chasing and killing him like walking corpses, the shadow it would have on his little heart must be huge.

"Ahem... vomit..."

With a bang, what spewed out of Norman's mouth was not some dirty vomit - he hadn't eaten all day.

What he spit out was a big mouthful of dark red blood, which splashed all over the floor.

But maybe it was because the stagnant blood was spit out once, and he suddenly felt a little better, at least his chest didn't seem to be as uncomfortable as before.

After a slight pause, he propped himself up on the trunk of the tree, and continued to walk forward with weak footsteps.

Consciousness became a little fuzzy, and everything in front of him seemed a little wobbly, but it didn't matter. As long as you get to the intersection in front of you, turn right and it will be the straight lane leading to the outer suburbs.

When we got here, there were no living corpses left, maybe he could barely survive?

"Boom."

There was not much movement, Norman just stumbled and fell to the road with a plop.

"Damn...dead...disaster."

He hadn't said any foul words since Charlotte was born, but now he couldn't help it. Don't say that even if he dies, he doesn't want to become a living corpse. After all, he definitely wants to live well!

Not long after his daughter graduated, he still thought about waiting for his daughter to find the destined person, and then happily go to the wedding!

When he was at home, he had already thought about what gift he should give his grandson or granddaughter.

But now, is he going to die like this? The daughter had already lost her mother early, and he didn't want her to lose her father again!

While thinking this way, Norman put the tip of the wand into his mouth with great difficulty.

"boom!"

At some point, the silencing charm attached to the suitcase failed, and the suitcase was moved by the inside, making a little noise.

"uncle."

"……Ok?"

Norman, who was already in a daze and wanted to end his own life, suddenly heard his nephew calling in a lowered voice. He finally opened his eyelids reluctantly, and moved his head to look over.

Immediately, he saw a small hand desperately trying to stick out from the gap in the suitcase.

"Uncle, don't die... My brother and I will be very good and obedient... Uncle, don't die..."

The eldest nephew, who was already considered smart, obviously understood what they were going through along the way, and also understood the desperation that Norman was facing at this moment.

"Don't look at it, hide it inside... There are still a lot of delicious food in it, save some food, it should make you wait until the uncles and aunts who come to rescue you—"

He said so, but Norman knew very well where anyone would come in in a short time. And even if there is rescue, the possibility of getting them to notice a suitcase is extremely low.

But the good thing is, hiding in the box can at least keep the living corpses from noticing the two children. They... can at least live longer than themselves.

"wait."

At this moment, the thoughts in Norman's head were already as muddy as a paste, but for some reason, he seemed to have caught something again.

"Yes, in fact, maybe it's okay...at least it's okay...to do it this way."

The next second, Norman, who seemed to have made up his mind, gritted his teeth and forcibly propped up his muddy body, dragging the suitcase to his side.

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