Infinite: Dawn Game

Chapter 796 The 3rd and 4th time...

The foster mother remained unmoved.

She continued to cry and scream, clutching her head, as if she couldn't understand why the witch had lied to her.

"I just want a child..."

The adoptive mother cried and repeated, "I just wanted a child..."

He Lingling: "..."

He Lingling turned her head and glanced at Thumbelina, who lay dead in the flowerpot, her throat bobbing.

Child, isn't there a child she just strangled to death?

The body is still lying there—

Boom.

The sudden clap of thunder interrupted He Lingling's thoughts. She turned her head in shock and, as darkness enveloped the surrounding scenery once again, saw a bolt of lightning the size of a bowl strike the flowers and plants in the courtyard outside the French windows.

He Lingling felt a chill run down her spine. She stiffly turned around and met a pair of eyes that bulged out to her chin.

The owner of the eyeballs was completely dead. Blood soaked into every inch of soil in the flowerpot, making the soil sticky and wet, as if it had just been watered.

"My child...you old witch, you liar..."

As darkness crept in, the adoptive mother's pained and contorted face pressed tightly against Yu Shijiu's cheek. She cried out in despair and stormed out of the door.

He Lingling knew that her adoptive mother had gone to find the witch who had given her the seed.

The dense darkness once again completely engulfed the surrounding scenery, and He Lingling's vision went black as she was once again surrounded by the dense darkness.

"……call……"

He Lingling slowly exhaled a breath of stale air in the darkness, lowered her head to rub her eyes which were beginning to ache, and sighed softly.

Thumbelina...so pitiful.

Click, click, click! !

The dense darkness around them began to crumble once more.

When the scene reappeared, He Lingling saw her adoptive mother push open the door with a tired expression, drag her heavy feet into the room, and sit motionless on the sofa as if she had lost all her strength.

He Lingling's gaze slowly fell on her shoes.

My foster mother's shoes were very dirty, with damp black mud clinging to the surface. The thick layer of mud on her shoes indicated that she had just come from the old witch's place.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

After a long while, the foster mother covered her face, her dried tears mingling with the rain. She laughed awkwardly, as if pitying herself, or perhaps mocking her own naivety from just a moment ago.

The old witch's words echoed softly in the foster mother's ears: "How can there be a perfect child?"

The old witch looked at her and laughed, her withered lips trembling as she uttered words of utter scorn:

"The child hatched from the seed will definitely follow your wishes exactly. You've come back to me now, are you trying to overturn the wish you made half a day ago?"

Foster mother: "..."

The laughter turned into crying again. The foster mother held her head and cried for a full twenty minutes before finally managing to pull herself together and turn her head to look at the flowerpot.

The first "Thumbelina" in the flowerpot was still staring blankly in the direction of her foster mother, her distorted face and bulging eyes seemingly beginning to tremble.

Hmm, trembling?

He Lingling's heart sank. She quickly stood up straight and turned to look at her adoptive mother, who had already stood up by the sofa.

The foster mother had that bewildered yet resigned look in her eyes as she continued.

"...Yes, yes...plant one more...plant one more...plant one more and that will be enough..."

The foster mother muttered to herself, then took the seeds out of her bosom again and began to plant them.

There's no need for such explicit whispering; everyone present knows what the foster mother is thinking.

It's nothing more than taking a gamble on the child.