From now on, Bodhi has nothing to do, and the small shrimp leaps out of the green duckweed

Thud!

The sound of a heavy object collapsing echoed across the floor.

Fang Xiaoxia stared blankly ahead, her little face smeared with blood and filled with shock and confusion.

The man, stripped of all warmth, lay on the ground, his head only a few centimeters from her feet. The fruit knife was embedded in his chest, stained dark red with blood from end to end. Just minutes ago, Fang Xiaoxia had planned to use it to peel an apple for Bai Zhou.

"He's dead," mother said.

There was no doubt about it. Furious Old Fang could no longer be furious. His chest and abdomen were covered in countless wounds, blood gushing out in fountain-like spurts. Not a patch of flesh remained intact.

Even a real wolf or bear would have only death waiting for it in this state.

The floor had been dyed entirely red, like a brilliant crimson flower blooming across the living room floorboards.

Fang Xiaoxia felt numb. She could not tear her eyes away from the corpse on the floor, even as her stomach churned uncontrollably.

It would be a lie to say she was not sad, because the person lying on the floor was not a stranger, but her father.

Minutes ago, he had still been sitting on the living room sofa with his arms folded, wearing a dark expression as he waited with Mom for their daughter to return late.

This was the man who always said how much he loved his daughter. When Fang Xiaoxia was little, he would lift her high into the air, hoisting her above his head and spinning her around to the sound of the girl's laughter;

And when Fang Xiaoxia did poorly on an exam, he would awkwardly pat the Maiden's head with that rough, broad hand of his