Poisonous father & evil mother? I stock up space and extreme cut off relatives

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"Pah...pah..."

"ah!"

The extremely miserable screams echoed through the entire farmyard.

An old woman in her early fifties was waving a bamboo stick as thick as her index finger, beating the girl who was only fourteen years old with all her strength.

Hu Zhaodi's exposed panel was covered in scars, with no good piece of flesh visible at all. It was obvious at a glance that some of the wounds were new and some were old wounds that had not yet healed.

"Grandma, I was wrong, please stop hitting me." Hu Zhaodi prayed helplessly.

The old woman twisted her face, and while beating the girl, she cursed: "I'll beat you to death, you little bitch, who gave you the courage to eat the oil residue secretly?

You lose money, can you eat the oil residue?

I'll make you greedy and beat you to death, you loser, you cheap hoof, but the oil residue is for my grandson to eat, what qualifications do you, a loser, have to eat it?..."

"Pa bang..."

The slapping and insults continued.

Under the eaves, a seven or eight-year-old boy who was as fat as a ball was watching his grandma whip his sister with a look of gloating on his face.

He was holding an earthen bowl in one hand, and the bowl was filled with half a bowl of oil residue. He was grabbing the oil residue with his other hand and bringing it to his mouth, eating it with relish.

The boy yelled while eating: "Beat her to death, beat her to death for daring to eat my oil residue secretly, grandma, beat her to death for losing money."

"Grandma, I was wrong. I will never eat secretly again. I am so hungry!" Hu Zhaodi continued to beg for mercy helplessly.

The old woman became even more energetic. She swung the bamboo stick as thick as her index finger as high as possible and slapped Hu Zhaodi's body again and again.

Hu Zhaodi, who had been malnourished for a long time, could no longer bear it. She rolled her eyes and completely lost consciousness.

However, the old woman did not stop because Hu Zhaodi lost consciousness, and kept beating Hu Zhaodi with the bamboo stick in her hand.

...

The burning pain made Xiang Xinyao frown, and the old woman's scolding voice came to her ears: "You bitch, I'll let you pretend to be dead. I'll beat you to death for losing money. There's so much work to do at home, so I'll let you Play dead!"

"Crack!"

Another bamboo stick was slapped on the girl's back.

The sky changed suddenly. Xiang Xinyao opened his eyes suddenly and saw the old woman raising the bamboo stick in her hand to slap her again.

Damn it, who dared to hit me, Xiang Xinyao, after eating a bear-hearted leopard?

She endured the pain all over her body, turned over, raised her feet, and kicked the old woman in the stomach.

The old woman stumbled and fell to the ground.

Xiang Xinyao looked in disbelief. Why didn't this kick knock the old woman away?

The old woman was also stunned. This dead girl actually dared to kick her?

Xiang Xinyao looked around and was completely stunned.

The farmhouse is in a dilapidated state, the adobe walls are a little crooked, there are cracks in the walls, and the roof is all thatched.

The old woman in front of me and the little boy under the eaves are both wearing coarse cloth and ancient costumes, and they have ancient buns on their heads.