End of the World: Too many goddesses, too many to stockpile

The kitchen knife left deep marks on the door, but the door still stood stubbornly.

Aunt Zhao continued to chop desperately, her eyes full of bloodshot.

The wrinkles on her face were deepened by anger. Her hands were shaking from exerting too much force.

But she had no intention of stopping.

"Wang Bo, you beast, you killed my grandson, I will make you pay with your life!"

However, no matter how hard she tried, the door was never opened.

Aunt Zhao felt a sense of powerlessness coming over her. She sat on the ground leaning against the door, with the kitchen knife in her hand hanging limply to the side.

Inside the house, Wang Bo dismantled all the furniture that could be dismantled.

Lighting the fire and grilling the meat, he had figured it out. He should enjoy every moment.

There is no need to think about tomorrow.

"Hahaha, Aunt Zhao, your grandson's meat is really tender."

Wang Bo's laughter echoed in the house, with a bit of madness and distortion.

He seemed to have given up all morals and bottom lines, and only wanted to enjoy these last moments to the fullest.

The "sizzling" sound continued, and the flames jumped, illuminating Wang Bo's hideous face.

The barbecue in his hand was already roasted to a golden brown, with fat dripping onto the fire and emitting wisps of green smoke.

He took a big bite of meat, a satisfied look on his face.

That expression showed both greed for food and indifference to the impending fate.

"Aunt Zhao, you didn't expect that your grandson would end up as my meal."

Wang Bo muttered to himself, a cruel smile on his lips.

Aunt Zhao leaned weakly against the wall, her hands hanging limply, her heart filled with despair.

The smell of burning rose through the crack in the door, stimulating her sense of smell.

It made her realize more clearly that her beloved grandson Xiaocong had fallen into Wang Bo's clutches.

She wanted to scream loudly, wanted to break through the door and tear Wang Bo into pieces.

However, she had no strength left in her body, not even the strength to stand.

"Bang bang"

Aunt Zhao knocked on the door twice weakly, her voice faint and powerless.

"Wang Bo, you bastard, you will not die well, you will definitely be punished."

Hearing Aunt Zhao's voice, Wang Bo laughed even more crazily in the house.

He walked to the door and taunted loudly.

"Hahaha, retribution? You are talking about yourself. You are usually arrogant and domineering in the community, bullying the weak, not taking anyone seriously, and often stealing people's things. Now my grandson has been killed. This is your retribution."

Wang Bo's words were like a sharp knife, piercing deeply into Aunt Zhao's heart.

She thought back on what she had done over the years and realized that she had indeed done a lot of wrong things.

She did many bad things in the community under the name of the neighborhood committee and even stole the underwear of a young man.

Aunt Zhao wilted, she knew that she was powerless to change the situation.

She could only endure the pain and regret silently, praying that Xiao Cong could rest in peace in heaven.

Wang Bo’s mocking voice kept echoing in Aunt Zhao’s ears. She felt heartbroken and tears silently rolled down her cheeks.

She deeply regretted what she had done in the past, those acts of hurting others and stealing, which have now become an eternal pain in her heart.

She believed that she was the one who harmed her grandson. If she had been more restrained at the beginning, perhaps Xiao Cong would not have suffered such a misfortune.

But what's the use of regretting? Time cannot be reversed, and she cannot change the past facts.

Aunt Zhao could only endure the pain and regret silently, praying that Xiaocong could rest in peace in heaven.

"Clap."

Suddenly, a piece of meat flew out from the crack in the door and landed at Aunt Zhao's feet.

"Aunt Zhao, have a taste of the evil you have sown."

Aunt Zhao looked down and saw that there were still traces of burning on the piece of meat. The burnt smell stimulated her sense of smell again.

Her heart twitched, she knew very well that this was Xiaocong's flesh, and Wang Bo was deliberately humiliating her.

Aunt Zhao swallowed unconsciously in her throat and her stomach began to growl.

She hadn't eaten for several days, and at this moment, this piece of meat was undoubtedly a huge temptation to her.

Her body was craving for food, craving the warmth and satiety that this piece of meat would bring.

With trembling hands, she slowly picked up the piece of meat.

Her heart was full of contradictions and struggles. On the one hand, she knew that this was an insult and provocation from Wang Bo.

On the other hand, her body was craving the warmth and satiety that this piece of meat would bring.

In the end, hunger overcame reason, and Aunt Zhao put the piece of meat into her mouth.

She chewed, feeling the tenderness and aroma of the meat spreading in her mouth.

"Mmm, it smells so good!"

"Master Wang, please, give me another piece!"

Aunt Zhao's words stunned Wang Bo. He didn't expect that Aunt Zhao, who regarded her grandson as a treasure, would say such words.

"Aunt Zhao, you really opened my eyes. For such a little food, you even lost your family affection?"

Aunt Zhao lowered her head and did not answer.

Her heart was filled with humiliation and pain, but she knew that the most important thing now was to survive.

Wang Bo opened the door, took out a larger piece of meat and threw it in front of Aunt Zhao.

He admired the way Aunt Zhao wolfed down the food, as if he was watching a clown show.

Aunt Zhao ate the meat while enduring Wang Bo's humiliation and ridicule.

Her heart was filled with anger and hatred, but she knew that now was not the time.

She needs to stay calm and wait for her opportunity.

Aunt Zhao raised her head and looked at Wang Bo with cold eyes.

Wang Bo caught a hint of cold murderous intent in Aunt Zhao's eyes.

However, this did not cause him much alarm.

In his opinion, how much trouble could an old woman cause?

He secretly thought in his heart that he would let the old woman live a few more days.

It won’t be too late to find an excuse to kill her the next time food is scarce.

"bang"

The door was slammed shut.

Wang Bo turned around and went back home, still feeling a little uneasy.

He knew that Aunt Zhao had already made up her mind to kill him. If he stayed alone with her in a room again,

There is no guarantee that she wouldn't secretly harm him while he was sleeping.

Aunt Zhao pressed the remaining piece of meat in her hand tightly against her chest and hid it deep under her clothes.

There was a determination gleam in her eyes and a strong desire for revenge surged in her heart.

She secretly vowed that no matter how many hardships she encountered, no matter how hopeless life was, she would persevere.

She imagined the moment when Wang Bo fell at her feet, imagined the relief and satisfaction.

She told herself that only by killing Wang Bo with her own hands could she die without regrets and let her soul rest in peace.