Song Kexing didn't care about the situation of the scumbag and the cheap woman.
She began to focus on punishing her scumbag father's family.
It can be said that the greatest suffering and torture in the original owner's life came from them.
It would be disrespectful if we don't beat them to death.
......
The first day of living in the basement.
Song's father and stepmother almost didn't sleep the whole night.
Both of them have entered middle age and their health is not as good as before.
He couldn't bear being beaten so violently by Song Kexing at all and spent the whole night in agony.
They didn't have much appetite and only ate a few pieces of cakes.
Song Fubao, on the other hand, even though he was covered in wounds, was still able to eat half a box of pastries and even snored in his sleep.
Hearing their son's cries, Song's father and stepmother looked relieved.
Although the current situation is a bit difficult, they feel much better seeing their son sleeping so soundly.
The next day, the whole family listened to the noise outside and did not dare to leave the basement.
I had brought three boxes of pastries to the basement.
I ate half a box last night, and my family ate more than one box today. Now there is only one box left.
I've been eating pastries these past two days, and no matter how full I am, my mouth still feels sore.
There is also a lack of water in the basement, so we must act quickly.
That night, by the faint candlelight in the basement.
Father Song looked at the watch on his wrist and said:
"It's already past eight in the evening. That damn girl is probably asleep. Let's split up.
Fubao, there are two bottles of malted milk, a kettle, and dishes in the room on the second floor. Take them all and put them in the basement.
Your mom and I will go to the kitchen to cook. We'll cook some more soybeans and eggs, and make a few pancakes to eat during the day. ”
"Okay!" Song Fubao nodded.
After opening the door to the basement, Song's father and his companions walked out, bending over and leaning against the wall.
I was beaten last night. After a day and a night of rest, the pain in my body has improved a lot.
But walking is still a bit inconvenient.
He Ling reminded: "Fubao, please be quiet when you go upstairs, don't wake her up."
Song Fubao nodded and walked towards the stairs.
Father Song and He Ling went to the kitchen, which was dark inside.
Father Song fumbled in his pocket to take out a matchbox and lit the kerosene lamp on the table.
Soon, the light around became brighter.
Song Kexing didn't clean up after dinner last night, and all the dishes were piled there.
He Ling saw it at a glance and couldn't help complaining:
"This little girl is so greedy and lazy, and has such a bad temper. She will never get married in the future!"
Father Song didn't listen to her. He was now thinking about eating.
"I remember you bought some apples and put them in the cupboard. Go get the key. I'll eat one first!"
Song's father likes to eat apples the most, but apples are expensive. In the past, when the family was rich, they would eat apples every few days.
I've been keeping a low profile these past few months, eating out once every two weeks.
The incident happened suddenly yesterday at noon, and he didn't have time to eat. He has been thinking about it in the basement for the past two days.
"Okay." He Ling took out a key from a dusty pottery jar in the corner of the kitchen.
As soon as I reached the cupboard, I realized something was wrong.
"Why is the lock on this cupboard broken? I remember it was working fine before!"
He Ling suddenly thought of something and quickly opened the cupboard. When she found it was empty, her face turned pale.
"What's wrong?" Song's father came over quickly.
He Ling didn't care about him. She turned to look at the rice jar and the beams, her face becoming paler:
"It's gone... everything is gone... what can I do..."
"Dad! Mom! The malted milk and the kettle upstairs are gone!"
At this time, Song Fubao also ran over.
Song's father also saw the current situation clearly and was furious:
"Song Kexing, this bastard! She actually took all the things away. It's obvious that she wants to starve us to death!"
Song Fubao gritted his teeth and said, "The things must still be in her room, let's go get them back!"
He Ling's face was gloomy: "We have to take it back, otherwise we won't be able to live in the future."
They have been staying in the basement these days and can't go out to buy things.
All the food that was taken away from the kitchen must be theirs!
The three of them gathered together, planning to sneak into Song Kexing's room, beat her up, and then take her things away.
Song Fubao was a little unhappy and suggested, "Why not just kill her right away to avoid endless troubles later."
Father Song looked hesitant, and He Ling quickly added:
"Jianye, why are you still hesitating? This girl is hopeless. If we don't kill her, we might be the ones to die!"
"Alright." Father Song gritted his teeth, his expression gradually becoming sinister, "You're right, I'd rather not have a daughter like this."
The three of them agreed to take action tonight.
When I turned around, I found someone standing at the kitchen door.
Under the dim light, Song Kexing stood there grimly, holding two handfuls of vegetables in his hands, with an extremely terrifying smile on his face.
"I heard that you guys want to kill me, so I'll kill you first..."
“Ahhhh!”
Several people in the kitchen were so frightened that they fled out without caring about anything.
Song Kexing held two handfuls of vegetables and chased after him crazily, waving his arms non-stop.
"ah!"
With one blow, Song's father was chopped on the back, and blood immediately gushed out.
“Swish!”
After two hits, stepmother He Ling was hit once on the back and once on the arm, and the blood immediately dyed her shirt red.
"Help! Dad! Mom! Save me!!"
Song Fubao's two legs were chopped off, and he fell to the ground with a thud.
Seeing their precious son injured, Song's father and He Ling rushed over regardless of the danger.
The couple dragged his body and ran to the basement.
Song Kexing chased them all the way to the basement door like he was teasing a cat.
Seeing several people hiding inside, she did not attack anymore, but turned and left.
Maru jumped out puzzledly: [Boss, why don’t you go in? The people haven’t been dealt with yet. 】
Although the host was very scary tonight, it was very angry when it thought about those people who killed her.
Song Kexing wiped the blood off his hands with a towel and smiled slightly:
[Don't worry, we can't kill him all at once. There are still six days left. Let's take our time. 】
Maru's plump body couldn't help but tremble.
No matter who you mess with in the future, you must not mess with the host!
It guarantees that it will be obedient!
......
The next day, early morning.
There was a knock on Song Kexing's door.
When the door was opened, stepmother He Ling was lying on the ground in a panic.
Her body was covered in blood, and she looked at her pleadingly:
“Kexing, your brother had a high fever last night and was bleeding profusely.
Please, I beg you...please take him to the hospital! ”
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