Tomb Raiding: My Family's Last Clan Chief is Little Brother

Chapter 101 There are traces to follow
Lao Yang said with a somber expression, "Actually, my mother passed away while I was in prison."

"What?" Wu Xiaoxie was shocked and looked at him with a suspicious look. "Your mother... passed away?"

"Don't disbelieve me." Lao Yang gave a bitter laugh, his expression sorrowful and his voice choked with sobs. "The day after I was released from prison, I went to the address my mother had given me. As soon as I opened the door, I smelled... I smelled a stench. I saw my mother, she was lying on the sewing machine in front of the table, motionless. I thought she had fallen asleep because she was too tired, but when I went over to help her up, do you know what I saw?"

Lao Yang turned his head, his eyes red, tears of regret streaming down his face. "I saw... half of her face, which was pressed down, was completely stuck to the sewing machine. With one pull, it was ripped off, and the flesh inside had turned into pus... I... I..."

Wu Xiaoxie knew that Lao Yang was an extremely filial son and would never make such a terrifying joke about his mother. He was stunned for a moment, and the warm scenes of the two families getting along when they were neighbors flashed through his mind. He didn't know how to react.

Any words of comfort would seem too empty at this moment, so I could only remain silent and continue listening to Lao Yang's story.

Lao Yang took a deep breath, the pungent air choking him and making him cough laboriously. After finally recovering, Wu Xiaoxie handed him a water bag and let him take a sip. He continued, "After I buried my mother, I stayed alone in the empty house. It was eerily quiet. I didn't even dare to sleep. As soon as I closed my eyes, my mother's face, covered in sewing machine ink, would appear before me."

"I stayed like that for more than a week. I was lying in bed, drowsy, with my eyes closed. Suddenly, I heard a noise from the kitchen. At first, I thought it was a mouse or something, and I didn't have the energy to check. My head lolled to the side and I seemed to fall asleep." Lao Yang sighed. "When I woke up again, I was hungry. I smelled the aroma of food coming from the kitchen. Then I heard footsteps. My mom... my mom actually pushed open the door and came in to call me for dinner."

Upon hearing this, Wu Xiaoxie realized what was going on. He recalled Lao Yang's words, "That's my mom," when he saw the dark figure inside the cocoon. At the time, he hadn't quite grasped the meaning, but now it seemed that everything that was happening now was traceable.

Lao Yang tilted his head, wiped his face with a cloth, and gave a bitter smile. "At first, I thought I was hallucinating because I missed my mother so much, but the hallucination was too real. Not only me, but even the people buying vegetables at the market saw my mother. That's when I realized that my mother had really come back."

"At first, I was so surprised I almost fainted, but slowly, after a few days, I realized something was wrong. That day, the whole neighborhood lost power, but I sat in front of the sofa and watched TV all night. Only my house had power, and all the appliances, even if they weren't plugged in, still worked," Lao Yang said.

“If this happened to an ordinary person, they might think it was a ghost, but I wouldn’t, because I’ve experienced things that are hard to believe in the eyes of ordinary people. It took me a week to confirm this fact. To be honest, even though I know in my heart that my mother was created by myself, I’m still very happy. I would rather that everything that happened before was a dream, and when I wake up, my mother will still cook for me every day, just like before.”

There will be another chapter later.

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