Chapter 363: Between the Cold of the Dead and Snowflakes

The woman seemed to sense the scrutinizing gaze at the door, and she raised her knife, suddenly turning her head to look. Her breathtakingly fair face was splattered with crimson droplets, and she grinned, revealing teeth whiter than snowflakes.

Her voice was delicate and lingering, much like the melody of ‘The Thirteenth Eye’ she had played that morning.

‘Kelvin, you’re back. Come, take a look at my new creation.’

With that, her blood-stained hands lifted her skirt on one side, while the other held a blood-stained blade, and she walked towards him, her slender feet stepping on the ground covered in spilled paint and gruesome bloodstains.

The little boy was drenched in cold sweat, and his small hand instinctively gripped the door frame as he attempted to flee, but his feet felt as heavy as mercury.

Was she going to kill him, just like she had killed that person?

In his haste to turn around, he accidentally bumped into the wall and blacked out.

Kelvin woke up once again, abruptly awakened by the cold. He slowly opened his eyes to a blinding whiteness; the snow had lessened since yesterday.

It floated down.

Suddenly, an icy hand covered his cheek. The woman was dressed in a long white pearl chiffon dress, her raven hair cascading down her back, blending with the silvery world around her.

She looked as stunning as a sacred goddess emerging from the ice and snow, captivating anyone who beheld her.

‘Mom… Mommy, did you…’

mysterious, made him feel a chill down

‘W-What?’

yet eerie smile, Kelvin couldn’t

the little boy’s delicate face, his

a round object rolling down onto the snowy ground – a skull dyed deep blue, its teeth stained red. Those empty

do this, I’m

‘Mommy!’

his lack of cooperation, the woman raised her hand and delivered a sharp

me to become the greatest artist in the whole world, do you?’ ‘No, Mommy… It’s not like that. I’m so cold. Please let me

and sinister, and she produced two organ-like pieces that resembled intestines from somewhere… She used them to bind the boy’s hands and wrapped them around his

like a sacrificial lamb, the woman arranged

chanted, ‘Hell! When the hell suddenly changes, and the ghosts howl in the night, how could there be no

has it that mother and child zombies feast on hearts,

her sudden realization, she laughed manically and ran into the

fixedly ahead, tears of terror streaming down her face. She was dressed

the table and picked up Kelvin, stuffing

Help! I

hate you! Gracie, you’re not

me, save me…

he was still just a seven-year-old, in his first year of elementary school. Faced with the dead, it was natural for him to be terrified and burst into

people in the mansion seemed as if they

in particular,

and touched Kelvin’s little face, finding him too noisy. She grabbed some fresh

onto the snow beneath

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