As he spoke, Tang Hao reached his hand through the gap, intending to open the door from the inside.
Yun Niang suddenly swung her knife with all her strength, chopping into Tang Hao's palm.
"Damn it, aaahhhh—" Tang Hao withdrew his hand in pain. Looking at the wound on the back of his hand, he glared through the doorway, the viciousness in his eyes intensifying. He immediately abandoned the game of Big Bad Wolf and Little Pig, raised a foot, and kicked forward. The door shattered at once, wood chips flying everywhere.
"Ahhhhh—" Yun Niang cried out in terror, her instinct for survival driving her deeper into the house.
Before she could take two steps, a powerful hand landed on her shoulder from behind, pinning her firmly in place.
Yun Niang turned her head in horror and saw an axe swing down, chopping into her chest.
"Urgh—" Yun Niang let out a shriek. Her eyes swiftly lost focus, and she collapsed to the floor.
Blood flowed from her corpse, quickly pooling into a spreading puddle and seeping through the cracks of the floor cabinet.
When Luo San heard his mother scream and then fall silent, his eyes immediately reddened. Just as he was about to gasp like an enraged bull, he realized something and quickly covered his nose with his hand—
Tang Hao, the murderer, was still here. He could not make a sound.
"Hehe, there's another little treasure hiding here." A twisted, wicked smile appeared on Tang Hao's face, still smeared with warm blood.
In the tone one might use to coax a child, he said, "Be good, little treasure. Uncle's coming to find you. Where are you? Call out if you're there, and Uncle will give you candy."
Tang Hao walked over to a wooden barrel, grabbing the