Business system: the gods save the world by opening a store

Chapter 133 It’s easy to destroy a child

The little child was carving puppets, with pure love and joy in making puppets in his innocent eyes, and muttering in his mouth:

"Hmm, once this puppet is carved, give it to mom. Mom will definitely be happy, hehe!"

After sculpting for a long time, a resembling little girl gradually took shape under his hands, becoming lifelike.

He nodded with satisfaction, raised the puppet, and the sunlight fell on his eyes through the puppet, shining brightly.

It looks very similar to the sister I saw in my dream. Mom will definitely be happy! But why can't it be done if the sister is in front? Does it have to be me?

The little child was full of doubts, but knew that his father could not know this.

Even the puppet couldn't let his father know that he carved it after his sister. It could be anyone, but it couldn't be his sister.

He remembered that he had told his mother before that he had dreamed of his sisters, and that when his sisters liked him very much, his mother's face was filled with tears, and her tight embrace seemed to be cold.

He didn't understand, but he knew that his beloved mother was very sad. He didn't know how to comfort his mother. If he had a sister, would his mother not be so sad?
He rubbed his red and swollen fingers, which looked like small carrots, and breathed to reassure himself that it didn't hurt and that it would be fine after a while.

"Wow!"

The door curtain was pushed open, and he turned around and found that it was his father.

He held the puppet placed on the table and happily jumped in front of the man, raising the puppet in his hand high and begging for praise.

Parents can not love their children, but the first children cannot not love their parents unless they are bruised and desperate.

"Snapped!"

The child was knocked to the ground with a heavy slap, and the puppet flew far away.

The little child's eyes were full of fear, and he didn't even dare to cry. The man's face was clearly reflected——

The scarlet eyes, cracked corners, wide mouth, red face, and bulging veins all turned into the most terrifying monster in the eyes of the child.

"Crack!"

The man crushed the puppet with his foot, sawdust flying, and a small piece of sawdust quickly crossed the child's face, and coquettish blood drops quietly slid down the white face.

Just like the moment when a child's world is destroyed by a monster, the child's world is very fragile and will collapse in just a moment.

"Girl, you dare to miss a girl! Go to hell, you filthy thing! If it weren't for the fact that I wanted to have a baby, I would have killed all of these unpresentable things long ago!"

"If this woman wasn't the best in town and I had to work so hard to marry her, I would have divorced her and replaced her long ago. What a bitch that made me pregnant with three money-losing babies before giving birth to a boy. If the fourth one is a girl, I will definitely drown her!"

His flushed face became even redder, and the veins on his neck were like small twisting snakes, spreading all the way to the man's head and face.

"How dare you think that the first few losers are looking for death! Sure enough, women are not good at raising children. What have become of good children! Women just need to be taken care of!"

The man brutally destroyed the puppet. As he spoke, he seemed to have thought of something. He raised his head and turned his head, looking for something with his scarlet eyes, like a wild beast searching for prey.

"Such a good talent, such a talent for making puppets better than mine, should be put to good use!"

The little child covered his face, tears fell quietly, and he didn't even dare to cry out, praying for his mother to come back. It's just that God didn't hear his prayer. The strong man got closer and closer. He was not his father!
The pure bright pupils were shrouded in the man's deep shadow, completely plunged into darkness, and there would be no redemption.

A father is supposed to be the most protective shield for his children, but it is not the case here, and it has never been the case.

"No need to kill him!" As the man's terrifying voice fell, the child was thrown into the dark place.

With the sound of stones moving, and with the last trace of light disappearing, the cave was completely plunged into darkness.

What's here?

There are countless corpses of women from outside the town, there are monsters that breed from the resentment of the corpses, there are ghosts attracted by the resentment, and there are the deepest fears in people's hearts.

The little child was locked in a cave for three days. The cave was not opened once during these three days. He heard his mother's voice calling him from far to near, until it became far away again, again and again.

The little child was covered in thick, dark pollution like sludge. Apart from his mouth and nose, only his slightly undulating abdomen confirmed that he was still alive.

Three days later, the stone was removed, and the father, smiling as kindly as before, stood at the entrance of the cave, as if standing in the light.

He was picked up from the mud by his father, who was gentle and caring, as if he was not the one who locked him in the cave.

Later, the child who would comfort his mother with a soft smile died. He was killed. The child who survived had black eyes, a pale face, and a crazy look on his face. Laugh if you understand.

He became his father's child. He no longer loved his mother. Just like his father, he despised the mother he once loved and was tired of her nagging concern. He could no longer see the layers of wounds on his mother's body that would never heal. .

The child saw his mother's face becoming more and more desperate, saw her becoming more and more doting and submissive to him, and saw that the smell of blood on his hands could no longer be washed away.

The child morbidly sought his father's praise, carving the puppet crazily with a flushed smile on his face.

"Father, you see the puppet I carved is better. You are right, you can carve better puppets and more vivid puppets out of women's flesh and blood!"

"Moreover, I found that the younger and more pure children are, the better to use them. They are the best materials!"

A pool of blood was flowing slowly on the floor of the tool room, glowing with a little heat in the cold winter.

The pale little hands and feet were scattered on the table, no one cared about them, as if they had not heard the crying and pain before.

The mayor had grown a little, and his hands with age spots gently stroked the child's head, like a truly gentle father.

"Good boy, you can finally shoulder my burden from now on. You are my best child. You will make more puppets in the future!"

The best tool, the child who inherits his bloodline really looks like him.

"Little girls are too young. If you want to be a girl, it's best to be 17 or 18 years old. The puppets made when they are at their most painful and desperate are what their father wants most!"

The child lowered his head respectfully and said in a low voice: "Okay, father, I will make more puppets and I will definitely satisfy my father."

"Go!"

The child disappeared into the tool room and closed the door, completely blocking out the shrill screams.

"You are so willing!"

The cold middle-aged Taoist suddenly appeared next to the mayor, with admiration for his kind in his eyes.

The mayor pretended to be kind: "My child should do things for me. He is the most obedient child!"

Ahe always prefers children and women.