Horror Game: Crazy Boss Slashing At The Beginning

Chapter 183 Bus No. 357 (10)

The little boy was naked, crying and howling in pain.

But Fu Yan is not ready to let him go.

If it weren't for killing the mother and child, they would only get 100 horror points.

Fu Yan had already strangled them to death.

Fu Yan took out a wallpaper knife from the pocket of the boy's jacket.

He stuffed the wallpaper knife into the little boy's hand, "Do you want me to let you go? Yes."

"Take the knife and cut your mother's clothes."

After Fu Yan finished speaking, he pointed to the middle-aged woman lying on the ground.

The little boy cried and shook his head, "No...I don't want it——!"

Before the little boy could finish speaking, Fu Yan broke another finger with a 'Ka Ba'.

At this time, the little boy's right hand was still intact with only the thumb and little finger left.

The remaining three fingers were all red and swollen on the back of the hand in a broken posture.

The little boy threw away the knife in his hand, sat on the ground and howled, "Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow

In the past, when he was a little unhappy, he used this trick, and everyone around him would follow him, trying everything.

Now he wants to use this trick against Fu Yan again.

The little boy sat on the ground, crying heartbreakingly.

If it was said that performances were mostly involved in the past, then now he is sincere.

Because his hand really hurts too much... woo woo woo...

While howling, the little boy observed Fu Yan's expression.

Seeing Fu Yan squatting in front of him with a smile on his face, he thought it was a joke, so he cried even harder.

Fu Yan squatted in front of the little boy, stretched out his hand to pick up the wallpaper knife on the ground, aimed the knife point at the back of the little boy's hand, raised the knife with one hand, and stabbed the back of the boy's hand straight through.

"Ahhh—!"

The little boy covered the back of his hand and screamed, sweating coldly from the pain.

Seeing this, the middle-aged woman at the side rushed towards Fu Yan like crazy.

But Zhang Feng stomped on the ground.

Fu Yan pulled out the wallpaper knife on the back of the boy's hand, threw the knife in front of the boy, and said with a blank face: "I don't like to say the same thing twice, and then play tricks on me, I stabbed your eyeball, understand ?"

The little boy clutched the back of his bleeding hand, looked at Fu Yan with horror in his eyes, "Ming...understood..."

Fu Yan shoved the knife into the little boy's hand again, "Go."

Holding a knife, the little boy reluctantly crawled to his mother's side with tears and snot all over his face.

He looked at Fu Yan, then at his mother.

In the end, he raised the knife and cut through his mother's skirt with one knife.

The middle-aged woman screamed, "Ahh! You bastard! You actually let a son treat his mother like this! You are inhuman! You must die!"

The middle-aged woman wanted to struggle, but her back was firmly trampled by Zhang Feng, unable to move.

"Shame? Embarrassment? When your son picks up other people's clothes, others are also so embarrassed."

After Fu Yan finished speaking, he turned around and ordered the little boy, "Keep rowing for me."

The little boy cut his mother's skirt with a knife.

Fu Yan didn't let him stop until he was naked.

The little boy thought that Fu Yan was going to let them go.

Before he had time to rejoice, Fu Yan handed a bouncy ball to his hand, "Come on, use this to smash your mother's head to pieces."

little boy:"……"

Middle-aged women: "..."

The little boy dared not disobey Fu Yan's order.

With his left hand, which was still intact, he picked up the bouncy ball, and threw it at his mother with a flat stomach.

After all, it was his own mother, so the little boy didn't dare to use too much force.

But Fu Yan gave him a 'bang' kick on the back and scolded, "Smash him hard! Haven't you eaten yet!"

The little boy was kicked and cried loudly.

He staggered to pick up the ball on the ground, raised his arm, and threw it at his mother with all his might.

The bouncy ball hit the middle-aged woman's forehead, causing a big red and swollen bump.

"Hey, that's right! Continue."

After Fu Yan finished speaking, he turned around and greeted other players eagerly, "What are you doing standing there, come, sit here and watch together."

Players: "..."

Then they are welcome.

After the players heard this, they each found a seat and sat down.

Fu Yan sits in a row with the players, tilting their heads to watch this year's annual drama "How a Rebellious Son Was Made".

Players watch very carefully and have unique insights into where each ball hits.

Fu Yan took out his floral curtain basket again.

He rummaged through the basket and finally pulled out three apples, two persimmons, and an orange.

Fu Yan kept the oranges, and distributed the rest to Zhang Feng and other players.

Other players didn't want to eat Fu Yan for nothing, and they also took out peanuts, melon seeds, and chocolates that they had treasured for many years.

Everyone dressed and exchanged snacks with each other, and had a great time eating.

After a good copy, it made them have a party for primary school students.

As a classmate who didn't bring any snacks, Zhang Feng felt very sorry for all his food.

So I took the initiative to stand up and show a talent for everyone.

"Hi everyone, my name is Zhang Feng, and I'm from the Baraba Association. The next talent I'm going to perform for you is 'round kick'. Friends who like it, please press like and follow. Thank you for your support."

After Zhang Feng finished speaking, he bowed to everyone.

Then he snatched the ball from the boy's hand and threw it out.

The sphere circled three times in the air, and finally hit the middle-aged woman's head precisely at a tricky angle.

Middle-aged women: "..."

little boy:"……"

Player: "..."

The players were silent for three seconds, and then burst into applause, "Good!!!"

Fu Yan: "With the roundabout, what about the kick?"

"Kick here!"

After Zhang Feng finished speaking, he kicked the little boy on the back.

Fu Yan: "..."

It turned out to be such a 'spin' and 'kick'.