An Zimo's nerves were tense, and he pulled the side of the coffin with both hands and looked inside.

Under the dim light, the person he called mother slept peacefully inside.

An Zimo's pupils trembled, and he was stunned. He never expected that An Xiang would be inside! The huge shock made him unsteady on his feet, and he fell directly into the coffin without paying attention.

Gan!

An Zimo's eyes were fierce. He supported his upper body with his small hands and climbed up. Only then did he realize that there were very soft cushions inside.

Snap.

Small string lights were lit on both sides of the coffin.

An Zimo's spine froze and he slowly turned his head to look over.

An Xiang was drowsy and rubbed her eyes. It took her a long time to see the intruder clearly, "Zimo?"

She was wearing floral pajamas, and her messy hair covered her sleepy face.

An Zimo was speechless and didn't answer.

An thought that he had woken up a lot after making such a fuss, "Zimo, why don't you sleep?" His eyes glanced at the small clock on the bedside, and the hour hand was about to point to 2 o'clock.

"You, you, you -" An Zimo pointed at An and missed you for a long time. He had no intention of continuing to pretend to be stupid and finally expressed his surprise, "You sleep in a coffin?!"

An Xiang blinked innocently: "Can't you?"

"Only the dead sleep in coffins!"

"Yes, dead people still sleep in urns." An wanted to say, "I can't sleep in urns."

An Zimo's throat choked and he suddenly became speechless.

The mother and son looked at each other in the distance, their big eyes glaring at their little ones.

An couldn't figure out why An Zimo came to her room so late. After thinking about it, she suddenly realized: "Son, are you not used to sleeping in a crib?"

"Yeah." An Zimo did not deny that he was indeed not used to sleeping in that broken crib.

An Xiang's eyes flashed strangely: "I know! Do you also want to sleep in the coffin with your mother?"

"..." Who the hell wants to sleep in a coffin with you! You must be sick!

"If you like it, I will customize a children's model for you tomorrow." An Xiang promised, patting her chest.

It’s understandable that my son wants to sleep in a coffin. After all, he has half of the vampire genes in his body. A vampire who doesn’t sleep in a coffin is not an orthodox vampire!

"You can sleep with me tonight first." An Xiang moved to the side, carefully pulled her pillow to the middle, and patted the mattress boldly, "Here, you can share half of mom's coffin."

Everyone in An Zimo was dumbfounded.

God, I gave you half of the coffin, why should we bury them together here?

"No……"

An Xiang took the man to the side with one arm before he could finish the last word.

"Don't be shy, son. It's very comfortable." She specially customized a soft mattress to fit the coffin. She chose a cool and breathable silk quilt for the quilt. There was an aromatherapy lamp next to it, so you don't have to worry about the bad smell. There is also wifi, so An Xiang doesn't want to go out.

Sometimes I would sit in a small coffin all day reading novels and watching movies.

"Should the coffin boards be covered?"

"..." will choke you to death.

An Xiang seemed to hear his voice and replied thoughtfully: "I opened ventilation holes in the coffin lid, so you don't have to worry about suffocation."

"..."

Oh, wouldn't it be better to just open some ventilation holes and suffocate the person to death? It would be better to dig a hole under the coffin. Once the person dies, the coffin will be covered, and the burial service will be one-stop, and there will be no middlemen to make the difference.

An Zimo suddenly felt that he was a fool for planning carefully before.

Judging from this woman's behavior, she is incapable of doing something as difficult as serial murder.

"Son, why aren't you sleeping yet?" He kept moving next to her, as if he was restless about something.

An wanted to cover An Zimo with the quilt, and recalled in her mind the parenting manual she had read not long ago. It said that when babies encounter insomnia, it is because they are restless and need comfort from their mothers, so it is best to sing a lullaby.

No one has ever sung lullabies to An Xiang since she was a child, but she has learned some from movies.

She cleared her throat, patted her son's belly gently, and started to sing like the tune in the movie: "The night is coming, are you hungry? What do you want to eat? The women on the roadside are all for sumptuous dinners..."

An Zimo's eyelids twitched, and he had a vague feeling of badness.

"The moonlight is here, haven't you finished eating yet? Be careful, be careful, be careful before the sun rises, don't make a sound..."

"What are you singing?" An Zimo asked.

An thought: "Lullaby."

"..." The soul-stirring song, this is it.

The lullaby was melodious and slow, and An Xiang's voice gradually became lower as she sang, and finally disappeared completely.

Her arms were placed on An Zimo's body, completely confining that soft little body in her arms.

It's quiet at night, especially in the basement.

Smelling the fragrance coming from An Xiang's body, An Zimo fell into confusion for the first time.

The mother beside me is completely different from what I remember in her behavior and lifestyle. She doesn't know how to hit or curse people, and she often thinks about strange things that I don't understand.

Could it be the butterfly effect caused by rebirth? Or maybe she hasn't fully revealed her true nature yet.

Judging from the current house, her life is not very good. If he exposes his IQ, he may be used as a money-making tool by her like he did in his previous life.

Being too smart is not a good thing, including the ability to read minds, which may lead to murder at any time.

Since An Xiang has done nothing for the time being, the next thing he has to do is to continue to pretend to be stupid and test her until she shows her weakness.

An Zimo secretly made up his mind, yawned slowly and closed his eyes to sleep.

****

Have a good night's sleep.

Anxiang's biological clock is always on time, and she opens her eyes immediately when six o'clock arrives.

Under the dim light of the basement, a small face came into view.

He was sleeping soundly, his calves resting on An Xiang's belly, and he was sucking his fingers unconsciously in his sleep.

The baby's eyelashes are long and thick, curling naturally like a doll, and his sleeping face is even more innocent and cute, not at all unapproachable or sinister like when he wakes up.

An Xiang looked at her son for a long time, and the more she looked at him, the more adorable he became, especially the little face with baby fat and a touch of plateau red, which made people want to take a bite.

My son's blood smells very good, like mango mixed with milkshake.

Her stomach rumbled twice, and she secretly glanced at An Zimo, who had not yet woken up. She smacked her lips, then opened her mouth and placed her lips on the chubby side of his face.

"Oh!"

An Zimo woke up instantly.

"What are you doing?" An Zimo, who was about to come out of his dream, was still half asleep. He covered his face and his eyes were blurry. After saying this, he closed his eyes again and turned over, leaving An Xiang with a proud back.

Listening to the even breathing, An Xiang patted his chest and felt a lingering fear. It was okay, okay, but if he really couldn't help but eat his son, it would be hard to explain.

She carefully got down from the coffin, and when she went up the stairs, she tripped over the piece of rotten wood and fell to the ground.

An wanted to get used to it, calmly stood up and patted the dust that accidentally got on her skirt, then naturally left and walked into the kitchen.

Breakfast doesn't need to be too complicated. An Xiang decided to make a simple sandwich and then took her son to the coffin shop to order a coffin for him to sleep in.

Yes, you also need to go to the milk tea shop provided by customer service. If you have all the materials, you can open it at any time.

An Xiang, who was concentrating on his work, lost control of his wrist, and the kitchen knife fell away to the side, and the sharp blade directly cut his index finger.

Bright red blood flowed from the wound, mixed with tomato juice.

She stared blankly at the wound, the fragrant and fragrant smell of blood assaulted her nostrils, constantly beating her senses.

The feeling of hunger in her abdomen was very strong. An wanted to swallow her saliva, but she said, "...it smells so good." She couldn't help but lick her dry lips, and slowly put her injured finger in her mouth and sucked it twice.

Just that one bite almost made An want to vomit.

“So fishy!!”

Maybe my sense of smell is too sensitive, so my sense of taste is also higher than that of ordinary people.

The human body cannot accept blood, rust gas spreads everywhere in the mouth, stomach is uncomfortable, and resistance is written all over the body.

But--

An Xiang looked at the wound that was still bleeding, "It smells so good..." After saying that, he took another breath, "Wow, it smells so fishy."

"Oh, I smell so good."

"Wow, I feel so fishy."

An Xiang's thoughts jumped repeatedly between these two senses.

An Zimo, who had just come out of the coffin, was dumbfounded by the confusing behavior of human beings in front of him, his eyebrows jumped fiercely, and he silently turned around and left.

——It's better to go back to the coffin. It's much safer inside.

When An Zimo returned to the basement, he tripped over the broken wooden steps and fell to the ground. He frowned, got up, patted the dirt, and climbed back into the coffin pretending to be fine.

An Xiang didn't notice that her son had come out at all, and quickly bandaged her wound. Because she couldn't drink the delicious blood, she was in an extremely low state.

An Zimo didn't want to have any conversation with his mother who was behaving strangely. After breakfast was prepared, he sat quietly on the chair and ate breakfast. Don't tell me, the sandwich was delicious.

"Wait a minute." An wanted to stop him.

An Zimo stopped chewing and looked up.

An wanted to raise his hand and take out a piece of tomato: "There is blood on it that I just put on it."

Oh, no wonder it tastes so sweet.

An Zimo swayed his legs and ate the rest of the sandwich in a few bites.

"We will go out to buy daily necessities for you later. If Mo Mo wants anything else, you can ask mom."

It was too hasty to pick him up and I didn't have time to prepare many things.

An Xiang sighed inwardly, and suddenly couldn't help but think of the system.

She has been imprisoned in a tower by her family since she was a child. She is unable to communicate with others and has no understanding of the outside world. If it were not for the system, she might be wandering around like a headless fly now.

In the past few years of living in the human world, there are many places where we have to rely on systems.

Now that the system has been reported by her, she can only rely on herself from now on.

Looking at the little Douding in front of him, An Xiang suddenly felt his shoulders were heavy, and he suddenly felt a sense of responsibility as a mother.

From now on, she will be the mother of a boy, and she will no longer be able to live a carefree life as she pleases.

An Xiang stepped forward and hugged An Zimo's little head, saying affectionately, "Baby, Mom will love you very much from now on."

Her son is stupid and cute, she will definitely protect him!

Let him become the strongest man in the world!!!

Facing his mother's sudden and affectionate confession, An Zimo's face was expressionless and even a little disdainful. His lips drooped and he said nothing.

"Then let's go out now!"

An Xiang's first stop was the coffin shop. After customizing the coffin, he went to the mall.

An Zimo was still wearing the children's clothes he bought temporarily in town yesterday. They didn't fit well, were loose and hung around his body, and his hair was messy and unkempt. He looked like a wild boy who had escaped from the mountains.

An Xiang decided to dress her son up first and make him the most beautiful baby in the world.

Having made up her mind, An wanted to take her wallet, her son, and get in the car to her first destination today.

The longer the journey, the more desolate the crowds outside the car become.

An Zimo felt more and more strange and couldn't help but ask: "Where are you going?"

An Xiang was searching for the latest children's coffins on a certain website. When he found one he liked, he saved it and planned to show it to his boss later.

Hearing An Zimo's voice, he said without raising his head: "I'll buy you a bed."

That’s it!
Chapter completed!