C9 (1/2)

It wasn't that I was nervous and complicated the problem, but because so much had happened in the past few days that I had to be careful, so when I saw my father, I started and didn't say anything for a long time until he waved a white stick at my head.

Bang.

My head was struck hard by my father with a stick.

I thought I was going to faint.

After all, I watched as my father made his move.

The moment the stick landed on my head, I subconsciously closed my eyes.

To my surprise.

The sticks were broken, but I was fine. To my surprise, I didn't feel any pain at all.

When I opened my eyes, I saw that the broken stick was only paper.

A thin layer of white paper.

At this time, my father walked over, touched my head, and said, ”It's fine. You were covered in some evil Qi, but it has already dissipated.”

As he spoke, he faintly smiled, and within his smile was a trace of vicissitudes.

However, he quickly concealed himself and walked into the yard.

Dad was back, but I wasn't happy at all.

Because he gave me a stick as soon as he came in, and although he meant it very clearly, saying he wanted to get rid of the evil aura for me, it was hard for me to be happy.

It seemed to me that my father was a little strange, but the strange thing was that for a moment I couldn't tell where it was.

Following my father into the courtyard, I saw that the cat that was exceptionally fierce towards everyone looked extremely docile at this moment.

After all, none of us dared to approach this cat.

But Dad was different.

When his father arrived in front of the cage, not only did the wild cat not show its teeth to scare him, but instead came over very meekly.

It licked its father's fingers like a pet.

That makes me a little curious.

Then my father turned to me and asked, ”Where did this cat come from?”

I just told him it was a wildcat.

Dad nodded and said, ”Yes.”

I started.

Following that, he told me about the injuries that this cat had brought me and even pulled back my sleeves to let him see the horrifying injuries on my arm.

Dad just gave her a cold look and then said, ”I let her go. It's bad luck to stay home.”

With regards to this, he did not blame the wild cat in the slightest.

I really doubt that in my father's heart, I'm not even comparable to a wild cat?

Even though I feel extremely wronged, I still let this wild cat go.

Before this wild cat left, she started mewling at me, as though trying to demonstrate her prowess.

I was helpless against it. I couldn't beat it, and even feared that it would suddenly rush towards me.

Although, now that my father is back and I have a man at home, I still don't feel any sense of security.

After his father came back, he went to his grandmother's room. They talked for a long time, but he didn't come out until the evening.

After I finished preparing dinner, I crept up to grandma's room. Just as I was about to knock on the door and call them out for dinner.

At that moment, the door suddenly opened from the inside.

When I saw my father's ice-cold expression, I was so frightened that I retracted my hand.

”What's wrong?” Father looked at me with a low voice and asked.

I swallowed and said I had cooked and wanted him to eat with my grandmother.

Father nodded and said, ”You guys eat first. I'll go out for a while.”

His father had been on the road for an entire day, but now he didn't even eat. He grabbed a shovel and left. From the looks of it, it seemed that he was a little scary.

Soon, they entered Grandma's room.

In the past few days, Grandma had aged even more.

At this moment, she was weakly sitting on the ring chair, her hands resting on her head, leaning on the Eight Immortals Table.

Seeing that it was me, she weakly squeezed out a smile.

”What's the matter, little boy?” Grandma asked in a weak voice.

I said worriedly, ”Grandmother, dinner is ready. Why don't you go eat some?”

Grandma smiled and said, ”The little boy has grown up and is getting more and more understanding. I'm not hungry. Your father will be back soon. You can eat with him.”

After I heard this, I just gave an ”oh” and went out.

Dusk had just fallen and it was still early. I wasn't hungry, so I squatted by the door and waited for my father to return.

But at that moment, I suddenly remembered the names written on the butcher's book.

I thought of all the strange things that had happened in my house.

I couldn't help but think that everything that had happened to my family might have been caused by the butcher.

With this bold thought of mine suddenly appearing in my mind, I immediately slipped off the stool in fright and sat on the floor.

With a bang, my butt came into close contact with the ground, but I didn't feel any pain at all.