Revenge After Death

Chapter 253

“It’s not our fault that somebody wants your life.”

The leader brandished his knife. He intended to kill me.

Stevie mustered all its strength and lunged forward.

What evil thoughts could a dog have? It only knew that it had to protect me.

I let out a shout as my head throbbed. It felt as if it were about to explode.

Suddenly, a scene flashed through my mind.

A barely alive puppy had just been born, and its stray mother had been killed by some children throwing.

stones at it.

The mother dog had just been scavenging for scraps to feed its puppies, despite its weary body.

Yet, those children seemed to find pleasure in cruelty, relentlessly pelting the dog with stones.

From birth, humans were predisposed to good and evil. Some could control their evil desires and become. good, while others abandoned their good side and became slaves to their evil side.

Those children didn’t think they were wrong. It was the primitive cruelty of humans that spurred their actions. They enjoyed tormenting those weaker than themselves because they found pleasure in it.

“Get lost!” I was still a child in the memories. I was holding a brick that was larger than my hand, which i then expressionlessly smashed onto the head of the boy who had led the other children to throw stones.

at the dog.

forehead bled, and he

and asked him coldly, “Does it hurt? Does being

fright. The boy continued to cry in pain as I said,

pain is too.”

arrived, and they began to scold

know what

with money and took the injured dog

to, but only one survived. It was a wolfhound, and

a wicked dog by my side.

“It’s her! Run!”

they saw me. They would run as soon as they saw

on like this. She’s too indifferent. What should we do?”

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have we

our fault? Starting tomorrow, I’ll do charity work. I’ll pray to God for my daughter to

memories, my parents secretly

emotional disorder and that there are cures for that. The treatments are all

our daughter is still so young. Do you really want to send her to a mental hospital?”

anxiously comforting my mother. “Then, what do

boy’s head without even blinking an eye!

In the last kindergarten, she bit

child is