His blood-stained hands tightly grasped my collar, his mouth slightly open as if he wanted to say something, but the wound on his neck prevented him from speaking.

I just watched him quietly until his final struggle. Then he loosened his hands that were tightly grasping my collar, knelt in front of me, and lowered his head.

By the time his mother realized what was happening, he was already dead.

Yes, he died just like that, in my hands.

My mother held his body and burst into tears, looking at me with hatred and cursing.

I tilted my head and looked at her quietly.

Is she resenting me for killing her husband?

Or……

She was regretting why she was not the one who died.

Behind.

His mother set a fire in the house, and his body burned in the fire.

I stopped and looked back at the fire that was shining brightly in the dark night.

In the firelight, I seemed to see myself burning in the flames.

At that moment, it seemed as if a remarkable guy awakened in my heart.

Later, my mother took me and fled the small village overnight.

My mother and I came to a new city and settled down here again.

In order to survive in this city, the cowardly mother engaged in illegal service industry.

That small room is where my mother works and where I live.

Whenever my mother started working, I would obediently pick up my homework book and run outside.

After finishing my homework, I would sit on the ground, quietly looking at the tall buildings in the distance, the white clouds floating freely in the sky, the groups of ants on the ground, and the children in front of me holding their parents’ wrists.

I sat there quietly, thinking.

Thinking if I had done something wrong.

I shouldn’t have killed him, then my mother wouldn’t have to suffer so much.

Unfortunately, time does not move backwards, it only moves forward.

Maybe I should do something for my mother.

After I covered my arms and felt a cool breeze, I picked up my homework book and walked towards the room where I lived.

When my mother saw me come back, she didn’t say anything, but silently took the hot meal from the pot and placed it in front of me.

She just stared at me while I ate, as if I was everything to her.

The guilt in my heart was as dark as the sea, making me feel an indescribable sense of suffocation.

There was a voice in my heart that kept talking to me.

You need to do something for your mother.

You need to do something for your mother.

But what can I do for my mother?

Chapter 137 What is the price of becoming a demon (2)

I have been thinking about what I can do for my mother in recent days.

Is it to help mother with housework?

Or buy a piece of clothing for my mother.

I ran a hand through my hair, feeling conflicted.

I don’t know what I should do to help my mother.

When I got home from school, I saw a man in a suit.

He was sitting at the entrance door, putting on his shoes, with a cigarette in his mouth, cursing all the time.

“Damn it! Your service this time was too bad! So I will give you a small punishment. If you don’t learn your skills better next time, I will never patronize you again!”

The mother lowered her head and that cowardly smile appeared on her face again.

I glanced at the fresh whip mark on my mother’s arm and turned to look at the man’s back as he walked away.

I seem to…know what I can do for my mother.

In the past few days, I began to follow the man and find out all his interpersonal relationships and activities.

I hid myself in a dark corner where no light could be seen, like a cold poisonous snake, quietly waiting, waiting for the best opportunity to deliver a fatal blow.

So, on that rainy night, I found the best opportunity.

I watched the man holding a white umbrella and staggering on the single-plank bridge.

I knew that the opportunity I had been waiting for for a long time had finally come.

He attended a party with colleagues tonight and drank a lot of alcohol, so he walked unsteadily.

I slowly walked out from the dark corner and walked towards him with light steps.

Perhaps because of the rustling sound of the heavy rain, he did not notice a dark shadow suddenly appearing behind him.

So I raised my foot and kicked him hard in the butt.

Before he could react, I kicked him into the surging river.

He was like a drop of rain merging into other water drops, creating some waves, and then blending perfectly into the river.

I stood quietly at the bridge head, watching his body sink, and then I picked up the white umbrella that had fallen on the ground.

The night, the heavy rain, the single-plank bridge, and the rushing river, they perfectly covered up the evidence of my murder.

Of course, this white umbrella is an exception, because it is my trophy.

It’s just like in online games, where you drop equipment when you defeat the boss.

This white umbrella means this to me.

After living in this strange city for a year and a half, I was successfully promoted to junior high school.

My grades are not bad, I’m just top of the class.

My athletic ability is not bad, just a little bit better than others.

I received a lot of envy and applause, but also jealousy and exclusion.

They privately said that I was a bastard born to a woman who provided illegal sexual services, and that I was a slave with many fathers whose names I didn’t know.

Looking at the vicious words scribbled on the desk with various paint pens.

I didn’t say anything, just sat quietly in my seat, writing the homework in my hand and reading my book.

As for what they said in private, I didn’t care. I didn’t want to cause trouble for my cowardly mother.

After school, I came to a stone staircase.

I put my schoolbag aside and sat quietly on the ground, watching a sloppy little girl rummaging through a trash can not far away.

I also saw her rummaging through the trash here two months ago.

She lived on food she found in trash cans. Sometimes if she was lucky she could find expired bread, but if she was unlucky she could only find some rotten vegetable leaves.

It seems her luck wasn’t very good this time. I saw her searching for a long time but she only found some leftover cookie crumbs and moldy apples.

She didn’t believe it and buried her head in the trash can, as if she was unwilling to get only such a small harvest today.

After searching for a long time, she finally found a dark bracelet.

Looking at the bracelet in her hand that was shining with a little light, a smile appeared on her face.

This was the first time I saw a smile on her face.

Simple, natural, and unconcealed.

When she saw that I was staring at her, she glanced at me, picked up the spoils on the ground and walked outside.

I looked at her leaving back and slowly stood up.

Every time she leaves, it is time for me to go home.

However, something unexpected happened today.

She was being chased by a very tall wolfhound, which was running towards me, making a whimpering sound.

I took out a knife from my pocket, covered the handle with my left hand, and stared straight at the wolfhound only a few meters away from me.

He rushed forward suddenly, grabbed the wolfdog’s mouth with his right hand, and stabbed the aorta on the wolfdog’s neck with his left hand cleanly, then twisted it with force.

It let out a howl, then fell to the ground, making its last dying struggle.

However, it was of no use.

Life is so fragile. Just a light cut on the neck with a knife and it will pass away like running water.

She stood behind me, looked at me blankly, then took out the black bracelet from her pocket and handed it to me.

I think this is her way of repaying me for saving her.

I took the bracelet, wiped it carefully with my clothes, and then put it on her wrist.

“The bracelet is very nice, it will look even better on your hand.”

She was obviously stunned when she heard what I said.

Perhaps even she herself had never thought that one day she would actually receive praise from others.

I walked over to the wolfhound, took off the chain from its neck and threw it into the trash can nearby.

“Do you eat dog meat?”

She was looking at the bracelet on her wrist, and when she heard what I said, she nodded vigorously.