He was beaten so hard that he felt dizzy and dazed, and fell heavily to the ground.
At this moment, a pair of red-hot tongs fell from the sky.
The red-hot pig iron touched the man's purple skin, and immediately a smell of burnt flesh rose up, waking him up from his fainting in pain.
Along with the shrill screams, the tongs were still desperately poking into the flesh.
Fu Anan looked in the direction of the fiery red tongs and saw the woman who had just hidden in the bathroom.
She held the tongs tightly in her skinny hands like chicken claws, her face was ferocious and her eyes were filled with hatred, and she stabbed the red-hot tongs hard at his heart.
After all, the long flat tongs were not knives, and using them to pierce the body required great strength. The red-hot iron scorched the skin around him, causing him pain but not enough to kill him, until it penetrated deep into his heart.
The man died at the hands of the woman he despised the most.
The process is slow and can be compared to torture.
Even after he died, the woman did not let go until she was completely exhausted and the tongs could no longer penetrate.
She knelt there with a dull and dazed look in her eyes for a long time, so long that Fu Anan found a new weapon in the room and prepared to open the door and leave.
At this moment, she suddenly let out a strange cry from her throat, pounced on him and bit his body like a wild beast.
In a few seconds, the man's face was completely disfigured.
At the scene, even though Fu Anan had seen many storms, he still couldn't bear it.
The woman finally vented her anger and collapsed on the ground, laughing wildly.
Maybe he hadn't spoken for a long time, or maybe there was something wrong with his throat, but his voice was as harsh as a broken bellows.
Then she pulled out the knife stuck in the man's shoulder and pointed it at her neck.
Seeing this, Fu An, who was about to leave, paused for a moment. She turned around and looked at the woman.
"Hey, it's so boring to die here. Don't you want to seek revenge on others?"
Fu Anan's words made her pause.
She laughed and said, "You're right. It's going to happen anyway, so why not kill a few more?"
"Kill a few more."
The woman was like a madman. She opened the door of the room with a knife in her hand and didn't care at all whether she was wearing clothes or not.
At this time, the adults were downstairs discussing how to deal with those male teachers.
Two children holding tiger dolls were sent up to call the dead man to a meeting.
They skipped up and happened to see the woman staggering out.
Seeing the woman approaching, they did not run away. Instead, they stood at the door and chatted.
"Why did the sow raised by my second uncle come out?" asked a child with very short hair.
"I don't know. Look how dirty she is." answered another child with a very long and thin braid on the back of his head.
The two children looked at the body of an adult woman without any hesitation and even commented on it.
"The two lumps of flesh on her chest are so ugly. My sister's chest is prettier. My dad even praised her last night."
"She seems to be going down? Should we let her go down?"
"Let's not do that."
The boy with pigtails shook his head.
"Let's help Uncle Er send it back. Maybe Uncle Er will reward us by letting us touch his pretty wife."
"Yes! Second uncle's wife is very pretty." Another little boy with a flat head nodded.
"Let's drive the hens home for Uncle Er and ask him to lend us his new wife to play with!"
One of the two men was holding a bamboo pole beside him, and the other broke a willow branch. They made sounds of driving pigs into the pen, as if the living person in front of them was an animal.
Looking at the two children in front of her, a smile appeared on the woman's face.
(End of this chapter)