The pork butcher is smoother than a pig butcher!

Chapter 64 Revenge can't be left overnight.

Fatty's cries of "Mother" shattered Gan Minglan's heart and soul.

She finally found a secluded corner inside the cave.

Hide in the treehouse and take a combat shower.

It wasn't a case of her being a germaphobe.

They were caught in the rain and smoke.

His clothes were wet and then dried, then wet again.

Even without smelling it closely, the rancid odor is quite obvious.

Just as she was changing her undergarments, she heard the commotion of the children fighting.

At first, she didn't pay much attention.

Less than three minutes after stepping out of the space, I heard my own child's heart-wrenching screams of pain.

The strings in Gan Minglan's mind snapped with a "buzz".

All I want to do is grab a kitchen knife and fight people to the death.

Her hands moved even faster than her mind.

The action of the tall, strong, and burly fourth brother kicking the child away was so conspicuous.

And so, that throwing knife happened.
The moment Fatty saw his mother rush to his side, he felt a surge of grievance and pain.

"Waaaaa, Mom!"

Seeing the chubby little dumpling lying so softly on the ground, I reached out my hand to her.

Gan Minglan's heart clenched.

She didn't dare move the child around.

She sat on the ground and gently cupped his head in her hands.

His voice trembled slightly as he tried to speak gently:
"Don't cry, Zizai. Mommy will avenge you later! Tell Mommy, where did you fall? Where does it hurt the most?"

The little guy's big, bright eyes were brimming with tears, like a tap that hadn't been turned off, and his long eyelashes were all stuck together.

One look was enough to break a mother's heart.

Perhaps her voice had been hoarse from screaming so much earlier, for her small voice was a little hoarse: "Wowo is a wooden doll."

Wooden figure?
This is the game that Fatty and his mother have played the most in the past two weeks.

We are all wooden figures, not allowed to speak or move.

What the little guy is trying to say is: He can't move right now!

Perhaps it's from the pain that's causing the numbness.

It may have injured important bones or nerves, such as the spine.
Gan Minglan, who previously complained that wood-type abilities were not as useful as fire-type abilities, is now thanking all the gods and her ancestors for eighteen generations.

She took a deep breath and placed the little one's head on her lap.

His right hand slipped inside his clothes and slowly moved down his neck and spine:

"1, 2, 3, Wooden Boy, you're not allowed to move now! If you move, you lose! If you lose, you won't get any sweet fruit or meat floss!"

Fatty made a whimpering sound, but did not take any forceful action.

While diverting his attention, Gan Minglan's level four wood-type ability also began to take effect.

As she moved her hands, it slowly descended.

Wherever the superpower passed, Fatty's meridians and bones were cleansed.

Finally, the supernatural power lingered longest at his sacrum.

"call"

Gan Minglan breathed a sigh of relief.

Thankfully, the little guy is well-fed and chubby all over.

The thick layer of fat cushioned his fall to the ground.

He also benefited from her daily use of her supernatural abilities to cleanse him.

The little guy's bones and meridians are dozens of times larger than those of an average child.

The little guy, who was unconscious just moments ago, now feels warm all over.

Fatty: Mother's hands have magical powers.

He groaned contentedly, and while groaning, he complained:

“The bad brother’s father is a bad uncle. They hit Grandma. Grandma is bleeding a lot. Daddy tried to push them but couldn’t. Then the bad uncle kicked her.” Zuo Wenkang, who had just used most of a bottle of external medicine to stop Luo’s bleeding, ran to the mother and son with sweat on his face.

Then I heard my son say that he had been kicked away.

His throat was a little dry, and he asked cautiously, "Son, son, where does it hurt? Tell Dad quickly, is there any blood on your head?"

Zuo Wenkang only regretted that his 100-pound flesh hadn't grown into the strength of a 200-pound man.

Right under his nose, his own mother and son were severely injured.

He dared not imagine what would have happened if it weren't for his wife's flying knife.

Fatty thoroughly enjoyed his mother's bone-pinching and meridian-massaging, and yelled at his father, "I can't move yet!"

"What? Did you break a bone?" Zuo Wenkang was almost frantic with worry.

If a child injures a bone or meridian, won't they be disabled for life?

The more I think about it, the more I break down.

I wish I could rush down the mountain right now to find a doctor.

Gan Minglan had already learned from her son about their experience of being beaten, and she also knew that the man was powerless to help.

Besides, the other side consists of four brothers.

She quickly called out to the furious Zuo Wenkang, picked up the baby, and placed him in his arms:
"Don't worry, he was just stunned by the fall. With all that chubby flesh on his body, how could he possibly break his bones so easily? He was just playing a game of 'statues' with me! How are you, Mom?"

Zuo Wenkang struggled to take his chubby son and glanced at his wife, who was poised to pounce.

"Mother is alright, the bleeding has stopped! She's just a little dizzy from blood loss. Wife, please don't get angry! Those brothers are all reckless and have serious mental problems!"

"What's wrong with being reckless? I'm an idiot! I can kill without consequence!"

"My wife, my wife, a gentleman takes revenge even after ten years! You're pregnant again, so take it easy, take it easy."

"I'm not a gentleman, how can I let revenge linger overnight? It's most satisfying to do it on the spot! You keep an eye on yourself and your son, and watch out! Zizai, Mom will avenge you right now!"

Fatty cheered, "Mommy, Mommy! Beat Uncle badly, beat him until he shits!"

Gan Minglan almost stumbled.

Beat him until he vomits?
what!
too disgusting!

She doesn't have that kind of hobby!
He waved to the father and son behind his back and headed towards the direction of the kitchen knife.

The poor cleaver shaved off a layer of scalp before crashing into the stone wall.

They've all been breached.

Gan Minglan touched the undamaged blade with her hand, indicating that there was no major problem.

A quarter of an hour ago, the four brothers were indeed intimidated by the evil aura of the pork beauty.

When they came to their senses, Old Man Zhong persuaded them to stop.

I was just about to back down.

Then they saw that jade-faced demon from before, holding the cleaver that had shaved the fourth brother's head, charging towards the brothers.

The way they looked at them was the same way they looked at their prey—a cold, bloodthirsty gaze.

Good grief, are they getting serious?
But when they saw that pretty face clearly!

My blood is boiling.

Damn it!
The Jade-Faced Rakshasa is simply too beautiful!

The four brothers exchanged a glance: We'd better teach this woman a lesson!

They are born with great strength.

The four of them working together could easily defeat seven or eight strong laborers from Stone Village.

So what if she's just a woman and knows how to use a knife?
They pushed away Old Man Zhong, who was trying to stop them.

They surrounded Gan Minglan.

The leaders surnamed Huang and Mao stood aside and did not stop it.

They want to see it too.

What other skills does this "Pork Beauty" have besides slaughtering pigs?
The pork beauty quickly taught everyone in the cave a lesson.

Let them know: there is no difference between humans and pigs!
As long as she has a knife!

Chop wherever you want!

His knife work seemed haphazard and chaotic, without any discernible pattern.

Every strike drew blood, but none were fatal.
(End of this chapter)