C14 (1/2)

My chest heaved up and down, and I seemed to have lost my mind.

The pain from my body continuously assaulted my brain, causing me to tremble slightly.

Now that he knew he would rather die than submit, the fear in his heart slowly faded.

The moment Da Xiong fell to the ground, the stone in my hand directly smashed ruthlessly towards him.

Da Xiong's body is robust and sturdy, but he's also relatively clumsy. Furthermore, he thinks that I don't have the ability to retaliate at all, so I simply wasn't prepared for it.

After being ruthlessly smashed by me, I immediately let out a blood-curdling screech. My body abruptly tilted to the side and I fell to my side.

Due to the pain in my body and my extremely weak body, the amount of strength that I could use was not much. I guessed that Da Xiong should have at most been knocked out by me.

Just as I was about to support myself and stand up, I did not expect Da Xiong who was beside me to have already crawled up and directly slapped me. There was fresh blood flowing from his forehead, but the color of his blood had already darkened due to the rain.

”You f * cker, you don't need face anymore, right? I will play you to death today! ”

Da Xiong's eyes seemed to have turned red, I never thought that after throwing the stone out, Da Xiong would still be so energetic.

As expected … Still not strong enough?

Firstly, his body was weak, and secondly, because of the fear in his heart, his hand trembled the moment the rock was thrown out. This way, he wouldn't be able to use his full strength.

Da Xiong's slap caused my head to be a little muddled, and at the same time, he charged towards me with a face full of blood.

I shouted loudly. I wanted to escape. I wanted to stand up and forcibly support my body as I tried to leave.

Who knew that at this time, Da Xiong, who was in front of them, would suddenly widen his pupils and let out a sharp cry.

I never thought that a burly man would actually be able to shout like that. At the same time, my body slowly looked towards the direction where Da Xiong's gaze met.

But... Da Xiong's pupils suddenly shrank as if he had seen something incomparably bizarre. I saw that even his body was trembling.

There was clearly nothing here … Why did this happen?

I took a deep breath, but Da Xiong looked like he had gone mad. He gave off waves of mournful screams as he ran down the mountain as if he had gone mad.

The direction that Da Xiong was looking at just now... It was clearly the tomb of the foster father. Could it be that he saw something on the grave of the foster father?

Or perhaps … Did I stun him with that stone, causing him to hallucinate?

The former was more absurd, and the latter was less likely to appear.

Thinking about it here, my eyebrows creased. Looking towards the direction where Da Xiong left in, I couldn't see his figure anymore.

His blood could still be vaguely seen on the ground. When he thought back to the scene just now, he was still shocked.

Looking at my palm, which was still stained with traces of blood, I threw the stone to the side.

I never thought that I would actually have the courage to attack others. I may be indifferent to people, but all of my indifference is fear and distrust towards living people …

I've suffered too much from living people all these years. I don't want to return the pain back to them, I just want to stay away from them.

Now that I'm standing in front of my foster father's tombstone, thinking about Da Xiong's terrified expression from before, I trembled and asked:

”It's you …” are you protecting me? ”

The pain in my body made me unable to stand steadily. I could only lean slightly against the stone tablet. The chill in my heart seemed to have become even stronger than before.

Maybe it was the pain and the cold that stimulated my brain. At this moment, I suddenly thought of a lot of things.

When I was thirteen years old, I was scolded by my village children by pointing at my nose and saying that I was unlucky to be seen by my adoptive father.

The foster father didn't make a move, but somehow or other, he made his stomach ache for a few days. From then on, the child hid when he saw me.

When I was 15 years old, I was still bullied by the kids in the village. My foster father first beat me up because of me, then didn't know what he did. In short, those kids seemed to have received quite a bit of shock and no longer dared to provoke me.

There were many similar things, including adults and children.

After thinking about it carefully, my adoptive father had given me a lot of torture in the past few years, but he had also given me a lot of protection.

The foster father made the villagers scold me behind my back, but no one dared to scold me in my face.

They were afraid of me, and even more afraid of their adoptive father.