Chapter 243: Little Boy

The sensation of fear had eluded Song Laoyao for a long time. Due to his explosive temper, others were the ones who experienced fear in his presence.

However, at this very moment, he felt fear himself, inexplicably!

"Could there really be ghosts in this world? Did that foul-mouthed woman really come back for me?"

Somehow, Song Laoyao's mind involuntarily recalled his deceased wife!

Thinking of his wife's eyes, wide open at the time of her death, Song Laoyao couldn't help but shiver again.

Once fear takes root in a person's heart, it becomes uncontrollable. It swiftly occupies the entire heart in a very short time.

In Song Laoyao's case, this was happening. As fear spread within him, the night seemed to grow increasingly terrifying. Although he hadn't seen or heard anything, the fear in his heart didn't diminish by even a fraction.Upstodatee from n(0)/ve/lbIn/.(co/m

"Damn it! Who the hell is sneaking around behind me! Come out, damn it!!!"

This unexplained fear was pushing Song Laoyao to the brink. He angrily threw the half-smoked cigarette on the ground and turned around, cursing vehemently.

Behind him, there was still nothing, just pitch darkness. Only his curses echoed in this area.

Cursing seemed to give him some extra courage, but the chilling feeling persisted.

Too eerie!

Tonight's journey made him experience an unprecedented strangeness. He dared not continue to be under the pitch-black night sky. He sprinted in the direction of his home.

After running only a few steps, he felt like something had grabbed his feet. His body stumbled, and he fell to the ground, his face colliding with a rock. His two front teeth hit the hard surface, and a painful scream escaped from Song Laoyao's mouth.

After the scream, Song Laoyao felt that something was amiss. He realized that the person under him seemed peculiar.

Summoning courage, he adjusted the angle of the mobile phone's light. To his surprise, he discovered that the person beneath him wasn't a real person but a cheap inflatable doll!

"Damn it! Are they playing games with me?"

Song Laoyao cursed loudly. It seemed like he regained some lost courage. He stood up abruptly, spat another mouthful of blood onto the inflatable doll, and then, fueled by anger and frustration, kicked the somewhat deflated inflatable doll away!

The slum was infamous for being dirty and chaotic, with garbage strewn everywhere. You could find all sorts of weird things here. However, encountering an inflatable doll on a night road was something Song Laoyao had never experienced before.

The boy didn't speak, just stared at Song Laoyao with fear, then tried to shrink back, hoping to create some distance.

Unfortunately, his body was already against the wall, and no matter how much he tried to retreat, he couldn't put more space between himself and Song Laoyao.

"You little brat sleeps so comfortably. Does sleeping not require turning off the lights? Does electricity come free in this house?" Song Laoyao roared.

The boy, scared and shivering, shed tears the size of beans, but he dared not make a sound.

"Cry, cry, cry! All you know is crying! Cry, damn it, cry! Get up!!!"

The boy still made no sound, but his trembling, frail body slowly stood up under Song Laoyao's furious gaze.

"Speak! What's going on in this house? Why is it so messy?" Song Laoyao roared again.

When Song Laoyao's wife was still alive, she handled the housekeeping, no matter when he returned home, the house was always neat and clean.

Now that his wife had passed away, leaving behind only a four-year-old son, and Song Laoyao, accustomed to laziness, didn't know how to tidy up. Therefore, he forcibly imposed the housekeeping chores on his son.

At the age of four, the child didn't understand much and had limited capabilities, but under Song Laoyao's oppression, during the seven days since his wife's death, the child had managed to keep the house relatively tidy. Although it didn't meet the standards set by his wife, it was still acceptable to Song Laoyao.

However, tonight, the house was a mess, and Song Laoyao, already in a bad mood, found an outlet for his pent-up anger.

Seeing the child remain silent, Song Laoyao roared again!

"Lost your voice? Speak!"

"I cooked...ate...got tired...then slept...so..."

The child's explanation was stuttered, not because he had a speech impediment, but because Song Laoyao had frightened him.

Hearing this explanation, Song Laoyao was furious. He raised his hand and delivered a heavy slap across the child's face!

Smack!

The slap was powerful, not only numbing half of the boy's face but also causing his head to hit the wall behind with force.