Chapter 9

That night, the young master sent away Wang mother. I confessed to him that dad was killed by us with our own hands.

I hated that dad had sold us and sold mother, so that day when dad came looking for us, we told the gatekeeper to buy things and split into two groups to kill dad.

The young master asked, “You two were just ten-year-old little balls back then. How could you kill a seven-foot-tall man?”

I swallowed and said softly, “We split into two groups. My sister pretended to give dad money and lured him to the small river ditch.

“I ran to the casino and told them dad’s hiding place. The casino people rushed over, saw that dad had money, and beat him until he was a mess of flesh and blood.

“After they left, dad could basically not move. Then we… treated dad like a pig… cut him open.”

The young master: “…”

“Rest assured. Behind the small river ditch is the slaughterhouse. The rotten meat and bones were all thrown there. Even if discovered, it would only be thought to be on a pig’s body.

In the village, for several years there has been no sign of people, and everyone says he ran away or was beaten to death by debt collectors. ”

The young master said nothing. I was afraid he would drive me out and rubbed the bedding aggrievedly, “When we were little, we helped at the Wang butcher’s house. Really, we cut dad into very small pieces.”

“…”

I lived in fear for several days, afraid of being driven out of the mansion.

When the young master asked about me, I told him half true and half false.

About dad, that part was definitely true. But when asked if I knew why my sister had a grudge with that northern fur merchant, I shook my head.

I could be certain the fur merchant would not take my sister’s life. Following him was not necessarily bad.

But my own impending fate, I had no sense of it.

The world was now chaotic. Women in the south could not engage in production. I was just a small weed without a reliable attachment unit. Basically the only path left was the brothel.

So while baking sesame cakes, I thought, “Maybe kill the young master too.”

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