Elf Story from Another World

Chapter 134

Liya cried for a long time until both eye sockets were swollen.

During the whole period, Max just patted her shoulder slightly, his movements were very gentle and slow. Apart from what he said at the beginning, he didn't say anything else.

Finally, the girl got tired. She knelt down and sat there blankly as if she had lost her soul. Like a puppet, she opened her eyes that were red and swollen from crying, and the water mist on her round glasses disappeared little by little.

"Do you feel better?" Max said a little distressed. Liya nodded slightly and remained motionless.

"Then you sit here for a while, and I'll go take a look at Dak's body." Max hesitated and said, "We can't let him rot for time like these guys. We have to bury them properly."

"I can help." Liya said suddenly. She stretched out her arm to wipe the tears from her eyes, and stood up unsteadily, as if she might fall down at any time.

Max quickly stood up and held her hand to prevent her from accidentally falling to the ground. He said a little worriedly: "You look like this, you should take a rest."

"I want to see him again." Liya lowered her eyes, and the two tear stains were dried and became obvious marks, which looked very distressing: "I'm fine."

"Uh, okay then." Max pulled her slowly onto the high platform, and Xue Rui followed lightly, and together they came to the piano.

It was only at this distance that they knew how Dak died.

The shocking wound almost tore off half of his body. Red blood stained half of his dress. The woman leaning against him also had a disgusting wound.

"Were they attacked by something? Wait, what are you going to do?" Liya suddenly shook off Max's hand, and Max looked at her with curiosity as she took out a box of thread from her pocket.

"I want to fix them." Liya said softly: "If the wounds can be stitched, will they wake up?"

"You know this is impossible." Max touched her head: "But we should mend their wounds and bury them properly, but not now. Now we should find something that can take them back. .”

"Yes." Liya walked over slowly, sat down against Dak's frost-covered body, and leaned her head slightly on his already cold chest, as if she wanted to continue to feel his body temperature.

But she could only feel hard and cold, like a sword with a cold light penetrating her body.

Max looked at the family of three in front of him silently, lowered his head slightly, and sighed.

Because of this action, he vaguely saw an envelope in Dak's pocket.

"Liya, can you help me get that thing?"

Liya blinked, nodded and took out the envelope from his pocket.

The envelope actually looked very neat, as if it had been prepared a long time ago. It had some blood stains on it, staining the cross printed on it red.

Max tore the seal open and opened it in the direction of Liya: "Let's take a look together. This may be your adoptive father's suicide note."

Liya was stunned for a moment, then grabbed it and hurriedly pulled out the letter paper.

Max looked helplessly at her anxious look, then slowly stood up and moved behind her.

"To anyone who reads this letter, for the sake of the Holy Spirit, please grant my request as a man of death, for which I am grateful."

The beginning of the letter confirmed what Max thought was right. This was a suicide note, a suicide note prepared before the injury.

"The house you are in now belongs to my property. I'm sorry that because of some old memories, there are many things in it that have not been cleaned up in time. But don't worry, it is legal here, including all dead people. The reason why I repeat this is not to show off, but to show you my reward: this house, including everything in it."

"My name is Duck Gallivan. I have a very lovely daughter. Her name is Liya. She lives in Fish Bay Pier 10.