Shennianmo is sitting next to the blood coffin. He holds his small hand tightly. His big eyes are full of blood. He stares at his mother in the blood coffin, and the whole person loses a big circle. Originally a small round face, it has now become a sharp chin, and more and more eyes.

The blood coffin is the magic weapon of chief manager Hemu, and the blood in it is a bowl of mixture of mobong demons. Of course, there is also the blood of xiaoxuemo

It's a secret skill of the general manager of the grass tree. Raising the corpse with blood can make the corpse in it not rigid or rotten.

His mother was already a little stiff. After she was soaked here, her body slowly recovered its softness. Except for being cold, it was no different from when she was alive.

However, can my mother come back after all?

It's been half a month! Half a month! She didn't mean to wake up.

Even the face The face is the same kind of pale and lusterless that only the dead people have

The last time his mother left, there was no such symptom in his body, but this time -

there was footsteps outside, and the chief manager of Hemu came in. He first looked at Ning Xuemo in the blood coffin, felt his hand on the crystal coffin for a moment, and shook his head slightly.

There was no breath in the coffin, no sign of waking at all.

Once a person dies, the blood in the body will not flow, and the body gradually becomes rigid.

Ning Xuemo left his soul several times before. The blood in his body was flowing, but the flow was slow. If he didn't feel it carefully, he couldn't feel it.

But this time, from the moment her body began to stiffen, the blood really stopped flowing.

The blood coffin made by the general manager of Hemu has the effect of making the blood flow again in the corpse. At first, it worked well, but now its effect is getting less and less.

The body of the demon lord shows signs of ossification again!

If it becomes rigid again, even if the spirit of the demon lord comes back, the body can no longer be used. The soul is afraid that there is no place to rest

What's more, the Lord may not come back.

Chief manager Hemu clenched his fingers in his sleeve. Every time he touched the crystal coffin hopefully, he hoped to see a miracle, but every time he was disappointed. Now he is almost desperate!

"Hemu, can't my mother wake up again?" Shennianmo spoke in a low voice. His voice was hoarse, as if he hadn't drunk water for several days.

Manager Hemu looked at the child in front of him. He had been in front of the coffin for half a month!

General manager Hemu was afraid that he would suffer from body damage. He urged him to have a rest several times, but shennianmo just shook his head. He must stay here, as if his mother would disappear completely in a blink of an eye So he didn't dare blink.

He didn't eat. He was not in the mood at all.

But manager Hemu advised him to take good care of his body so that his mother would not feel hurt when she saw him

This sentence hit the heart of shennianmo heavily, so he began to eat. Even if you have no appetite, you have to force yourself to eat.

He is still a child, usually such a small child is still in the arms of his parents coquetry, and he has experienced several times of life and death

He has lost his father, and now he is facing the loss of his mother.

No matter how strong his temperament is, he can't help it. So he is going to lose weight quickly. There is only one big head left

Chief manager Hemu squatted beside him: "little Lord, if you want to cry, please cry a lot. You will feel better if you cry. "