The drunken father, his eyes bloodshot, spat at the mother, yelling, "Useless thing!"
The mother's face turned pale with pain, and a large patch of bright red blood oozed from beneath her. She tried to grab the father's trouser leg for help, but the father raised his foot and crushed her fingers hard. The mother screamed in agony, but the father, drunk, stepped over her and fell asleep.
My father was sleeping soundly, snoring.
The mother's face was covered in cold sweat as she clutched her slightly protruding belly and desperately pleaded for help. Finally, she saw Shen Xiaomin standing expressionlessly by the table: "Xiaomin, save your mother..."
"Call the police and an ambulance right away..."
Shen Xiaomin was really puzzled. Why did his parents, who already had him as their child, still care so much about the second child in his belly? Ever since his mother became pregnant, the smiles on their faces had never disappeared.
Is he different from the baby in the mother's womb?
However, none of that matters anymore.
"Mom, this is the last time I'll call you that." Shen Xiaomin walked up to her mother expressionlessly, her tone distant and cold: "I really don't understand. You care so much about the baby in your belly, but you're so mean to me."
Am I really your child?
At that moment, the mother's expression suddenly froze, and the next second, she stared wide-eyed, her voice weak: "What do you mean by this?"
"Shen Xiaomin, I'm your mother! I told you to call the police! Call the police!!!"
His mother gripped his calf tightly, with great force, but he seemed oblivious to the pain, leisurely enjoying the expression of his mother's anger and breakdown.
Until her mother's voice gradually became weaker.
Shen Xiaomin's expression didn't change at all. He soaked the hemp rope in water and tied his mother's hands and feet together. His father was sleeping like a pig. He tied his father to the bed, then set fire to the house.
The fire was raging, with flames and thick smoke shooting into the sky. The air was filled with a suffocating, pungent smell. Shen Xiaomin stood at the door of his house, and soon he heard his father and mother screaming in pain.
His mother cursed him at the top of her lungs: "Shen Xiaomin, you're a scourge! You'll get your comeuppance!"
You'll die a horrible death!
Unfortunately, the hemp rope got wet.
Shen Xiaomin burned down the house and killed her parents with her own hands.
His grandparents regarded him as a jinx and disliked him. After wandering in Niutou Village for two months, Shen Xiaomin, who was thin and bony, was taken away by his grandmother who walked with difficulty.
For the next ten years or so, he lived with his grandmother.
The scene flashed to a dark, enclosed house, where even the air was thin. Shen Xiaomin pressed his tongue against his back teeth, his dark eyes cold and calm.
Suddenly, the dark house burst into flames!
A cold wind swept from behind, and a chill ran down Shen Xiaomin's spine. Shen Xiaomin clenched his fists, and a rare look of panic appeared in his eyes. Before he could react, a cold hand pressed on his shoulder. He froze and slowly turned his head to look!
It's my mother!
Her eyes glared at him with resentment and malice. Her skin was like charred charcoal, cracked and blistered. The skin on her nose bridge had peeled off, revealing charred bone! Her mouth was burned and sunken in, leaving only an ugly hole from which eerie blue smoke kept billowing out!
"Xiao Min..."
"The fire is so big, it hurts so much..."
The fire in the confined space grew larger and larger. Shen Xiaomin stood stiffly in place, only able to watch helplessly as his mother slowly grinned and her charred, maggot-infested hand dug towards his eyeballs!
"ah!"
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