HPDBC Chapter 184
Chapter 184
Chapter 184
Just as the mother and son were arguing at home, Old Liu left the house carrying a large piece of meat.
This time, his timing was impeccable. From afar, he could see smoke billowing from the chimney of the small cabin.
As he approached, he noticed several game animals hanging from the trees, all covered in snow.
This meant that the occupant had seen his offerings each time but had never accepted them.
Old Liu tried to peek through the door crack to see what the person inside was doing, but suddenly felt a gun pressed against his lower back.
Old Liu froze, his words coming out in a stutter: "I-I mean no harm. I've come to bring you food. Look at you, you're so thin. We're all neighbors..."
The leg of meat lay by the door as Old Liu felt sweat forming on his back.
In the next moment, the gun he carried was confiscated, and he felt a chill on his neck as a long blade rested against it.
The other person had both knife and gun on him but didn't utter a single word.
Old Liu quickly dropped to his knees, immediately changing his tune. He said these game animals were to apologize, and he would never come back again, never.
Wen Qian frowned, contemplating whether her plan to kill him and then his family would go smoothly.
She could follow his footprints back, but would she return the same day?
If she killed him and then went over but failed to clean up thoroughly.
If someone avenged him later, could she sleep peacefully?
After some thought, she put away her knife but kept the gun pressed against his back. She told him to take everything he had brought and leave immediately.
Old Liu turned and ran with unprecedented speed, not even bothering with the chickens or meat, just continuing to run forward.
Wen Qian fired a shot into the air, telling him to stop. In his haste, he fell face-first into the snow.
Wen Qian pointed the gun at him, telling him to take his things away now. So, Old Liu crawled back.
Once she was sure he had taken all his offerings, Wen Qian told him to turn around and get lost.
Young Liu left the house, fuming and carrying a gun. Halfway, he saw his own father huffing and puffing back, carrying his belongings.
Stumbling and covered in snow, he was walking straight ahead without even noticing his son approaching.
His lifelong wish was about to come true. He gritted his teeth, using all his strength.
Old Liu's eyes rolled back, and the grating sounds from his throat were chilling.
He had faced death twice in one day. He couldn't believe his own son would dare do such a thing to him.
He had forgotten that his son was already in his twenties. Before the calamity, he was still a child.
He didn't remember his son's birthday, only knowing that he came of age a few years back. His son had always been taciturn.
Now, he was unleashing tremendous strength to end his life. Old Liu felt he was about to die.
The next second, his wife threw herself over, wailing: "You can't do this! Killing your own father will bring divine retribution!"
"Then let's all die!" The darkness in his heart expanded infinitely until it consumed him entirely. After all, this wasn't the first time he had killed.
If killing one's father would bring divine retribution, shouldn't this father have been reduced to ashes long ago?
The next moment, the belt snapped. Old Liu collapsed unconscious and then lost control of his bladder.
The woman wailed, thinking her husband was dead.
Young Liu stared at the broken belt in his hands, dazed for a moment, thinking he had truly lost control without even checking what he was holding.
The cloth belt wasn't that sturdy, and Young Liu had no intention of a second attempt.
Hearing his mother's cries, he felt perhaps he shouldn't have stopped her from continuing her happy life.
The one who should leave was him, he was the extra.
Ignoring his heartbrokenly sobbing mother, Young Liu left for the adjacent room.
He decided that when spring came, he would leave this place forever.
The wife, crying, finally realized her husband was still breathing. With great effort, she lifted him onto the kang bed and wrapped him in blankets.
Old Liu, having been strangled and then lying cold on the ground, was both shocked and frightened. He developed a fever that very night.
Young Liu slept on an empty stomach, hearing his mother patting his door, saying Old Liu was burning up like coal.
He ignored her, turning over to continue sleeping.