Chapter 1432: Struggling in the mud

Norman was not quite sure whether he could still leave London alive.
Even as time passed, he was getting closer and closer to the edge of the mist, and the living corpses around him gradually became less and less. However, due to the battles along the way, the healing potion was exhausted before he escaped the foggy area.
"Ahem ..."
Walking and coughing again, Norman was holding the trunk in one hand and covering his mouth with one hand, still taking the blood of his body temperature from his fingers to the ground.
Obviously, the damage to the internal organs has become so serious that it cannot be ignored.
However, he did not have the potion, and he would not heal the curse. There seemed to be no other way but to continue to hold on.
In this way, the previous idea emerged from his mind again.
"I'll also become ... keke, is it a dead body?"
To be honest, after so many times avoiding, encountering, running away and fighting, he may be the one who knows most of the living corpses except Haierbo.
Like the blind corpses that Sirius observed they couldn't see, they almost became common sense on his side.
Not only vision, hearing, smell, touch, and other living things that a living person should have, are also useful to the living corpses. If there is any significant difference between a living corpse and a living person, it is probably that the former can "perceive the living thing in a certain range through a special way"?
If Maca is here, he may even further confirm that the perception of those living corpses is actually also aimed at magic fluctuations!
Of course, what the corpses felt was not obvious to Norman.
Because as long as he understands, it is better not to get too close to those guys-even if the other party has not yet found his existence for the time being.
"If you can't live, at least blow yourself up before you die ... I can't become like them. If she is met in the future, she will be sad."
Thinking about it this way, Norman couldn't help feeling sadness from it ... I just hope my daughter can be happy!
In the end, she got rid of the abyss of the Witt family, with her own pursuit and a new life, at least it must be happier than a person who always cannot let go.
"what--"
Suddenly, Norman, thinking about what was behind him, took a moment, then raised his hand and looked at the suitcase he had been carrying.
At that moment, he collided with the pair of eyes in the gap between the side of the trunk.
Because his voice was banned by his curse, there was no sound in it, and he ran hard all the way, which almost made him forget that the two children were there.
And now, at the moment when he met the eyes of his big nephew, he finally remembered why he had escaped here furiously.
It's just ... what kind of eyes are that!
In the eyes of the child, fear and confusion are long gone, and even pain is scarce. What is more at the moment is just a touch of death that is almost impossible to see in the eyes of children of this age.
However, if you think about it, if you see your mother and uncle chasing and killing yourself like a dead body, the shadow this little soul can have is definitely huge.
"Cough ... vomit ..."
With a rattling noise, what was pouring out of Norman's mouth wasn't any dirty vomit-he hadn't eaten all day.
He spit out a large mouthful of dark red blood, which splashed directly to the ground.
But maybe the blood, including the stasis, was spit out once, and suddenly he felt slightly better, at least not as badly as he had in the chest.
After a little pause, he propped himself up against the trunk, and walked forward in a vain manner.
Consciousness has become a bit fuzzy, and everything in front of me seems a little dangling, but it doesn't matter. As long as you reach the intersection in front, go straight to the straight lane to the outskirts.
At this point, there are no more dead bodies. Maybe he can barely survive?
"Well."
There wasn't much movement, Norman just stumbled on his feet and fell on the road.
"Damn ... disaster ... disaster."
He hasn't said any bad words since Charlotte was born, but now he can't help it. Do n’t say anything, even if you are dead, you do n’t want to be a corpse. In the final analysis, he definitely wants to live well!
It wasn't long before his daughter graduated. He was still thinking about waiting for his daughter to find the destiny, and then happily go to the wedding!
When he was at home, he even thought about what gifts to give to his grandson or granddaughter.
But is he going to die like this now? The daughter had lost her mother early. He didn't want his daughter to lose his father anymore!
As he thought about it, Norman pushed the tip of his wand into his mouth with great difficulty.
"boom!"
I don't know when the muffler spell on the suitcase failed, and the case was lifted by the inside, making a little noise.
"uncle."
"……Ok?"
Norman, who had been confused about wanting to bear his own life, suddenly heard the call of his nephew's voice lowered, and finally he reluctantly opened his eyelids and moved his head to look at it.
Suddenly, he saw a small hand that was desperately trying to stick out of the gap between the luggage.
"Uncle, don't die ... my brother and I will be very good and obedient ... Uncle you don't die ..."
Even the clever nephew, apparently understand what they are going through this journey, and understand the desperate situation that Norman is facing at this moment ~ EbookFREE.me ~ do n’t look at it, inside Hidden well ... there are still a lot of delicious foods in it. Save a bit of food and it should allow you to wait to come and rescue your uncles and aunts— "
With this in his mouth, Norman knew exactly where someone would come in in a short time. And even if there is a rescue, it is extremely unlikely that they will notice a suitcase.
But fortunately, hiding in the box, at least can make those corpses not notice the two children. They ... at least live longer than themselves.
"and many more."
At this moment, the thoughts in Norman's head were already muddy like mud, but somehow, he seemed to catch something suddenly.
"Yes, in fact, maybe ... at least ... this way."
In the next second, it seemed that Norman, who had made up his mind, gritted his teeth and forcibly propped himself up like a muddy body, and dragged the suitcase to his side.
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