The man seemed to be really impatient. Through the orange kerosene lamp, Lin Wanwan saw the painting shining through the window.
A man raised a wooden stick and hit the woman on the back of the head with a bang.
The room became quiet in an instant.
After a while, a man rushed into the house, "Dad."
When he saw his mother lying on the bed, he didn't show any reaction and even pushed her aside, thinking that she was blocking the space.
"Well, we can't keep this bitch anymore. Kill her."
The man nodded and carried the woman out.
Lin Wanwan: Damn, so inhumane!
Isn't it possible for even one's own mother to do such a thing? Even animals wouldn't do that.
Lin Wanwan was considering whether to save the woman when she found that the situation had reversed. The woman woke up, pushed her son away, and a small knife rolled out of her sleeve. She stabbed it directly into her son's chest viciously.
Oh my god, it’s all “The Pretender”, awesome, Klas.
Lin Wanwan felt like her jaw was about to leave the house. The man lying on the ground did not have a dead look in his eyes. He stared blankly at the woman as she entered the house, and then screams were heard from inside the house.
Lin Wanwan used her mental power to clearly see what happened. The woman looked like a demon from hell.
The man was leaning against the head of the bed, smoking a pipe with a carefree look on his face, when he was hit in the face by a washing stick, and his nose started bleeding on the spot.
The woman hit the back of the man's head with her other stick, but the man did not faint and waved the stick in his hand confidently.
Unfortunately, the woman was more ruthless and stabbed the man's thigh directly with a knife.
When the man was in pain, he grabbed the stick and hit him on the head viciously.
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