However, perhaps because of the image of the bone scraping knife, the woman chose it.
But in fact, when she used it, the woman herself also somewhat regretted buying such an inconvenient weapon as a tool to deal with the fat pig.
Fortunately, things went as smoothly as she wanted.
The bone scraping knife cut through the back of the man's head with all her strength and then stuck in the man's head.
If one looked at the cross-section of the side, one could see that the blade of the bone scraping knife had cut the entire brain into two halves.
And the blade of the bone scraping knife was stuck in the spine of the neck.
After doing all this, the woman ignored the splatter of brain matter and blood and rushed forward. She pushed away the man who was about to fall to the ground, dragged her daughter behind her, and then looked at Flanders warily.
There was no fear in her eyes. There was only love that she had given her all for her daughter.
It was a mother's selfless love for her child.
If there was no part of being a human in the fat pig as a father, then this mother had perfectly interpreted what it meant to be a human.
The difference between a beast and a human was the treatment of one's own desires.
The father of the wild beast chose to give in in the face of desire, while the mother chose to refuse in the face of desire.
The man who only wanted to make himself comfortable chose to rape his own daughter.
On the mother's side, she could have gotten rid of the difficulty of being raped, but she had been patiently giving in until the same thing happened to her daughter.
And this outburst was not for herself, but for her daughter.
Did she not think for herself? Did she not have any desire in her heart? Did she not think about the pleasure of revenge and the pleasure of being raped in return?
All these had appeared in her mind, but she had abandoned them all.
Because she still had a daughter, and she was still a mother.
As a mother, she saw her daughter as more important than herself and saw her daughter as her only hope.
She had only one wish, and that was to make her daughter happy.
So, even in the face of her husband's violence, she chose to put up with it, without any resistance, for no other reason than that her husband's presence could provide her with shelter.
Her husband also had a pension, connections, and many things that could help her daughter in the future.
But if her husband died, then all of this would disappear.
So, this mother never resisted, even if sometimes, her daughter was beaten, which made her a little crazy, but she still did not kill her husband.
Because her husband was still useful.
If her husband died and her mother went to prison, her daughter would be confined to the welfare home.
Not to mention the welfare home's environment, just the fact that her mother was a murderer and killed her father, if it was known, her daughter would live in discrimination and bullying. No matter how good the environment was, her daughter would not be able to enjoy it.
This was something that the mother did not want to see.
Therefore, after thinking carefully about the results, she chose to bear everything for her daughter.
Perhaps the man who abused violence did not even think about it. There was a sword of Damocles hanging high in the sky above his head.
And the owner of this sword was the wife that he had been bullying and ordering around.
What he did not expect was that the only reason the sword did not fall was because he did not do anything worse to his daughter.
But now everything was different. He did what his wife could not stand.
He wanted to defile the only treasure in her heart.
So, he died.
And now, the mother had to choose to fight against the scarecrow for her daughter.
Was she ignorant and fearless? No, Flanders did not think so.
Looking at the light in this mother's eyes, Flanders could feel her will.
He believed that even if this mother understood Flanders's strength and how terrifying Flanders was, she would not waver in the slightest.
She would only be like this, unwavering, standing in front of her daughter as though she was facing death.
'If you want to hurt her daughter, you have to step over her corpse.'
This was what Flanders had read.
And it was not just that. Perhaps it was because he had seen someone like Flanders.
There was a hint of excitement on the face of the mother in front of him.
Flanders was sure that his judgment was not wrong. On the face of the mother, Flanders read a hint of excitement, a hint of relief, and a hint of happiness.
Why did she have such a thought?
Flanders was very curious, but as he looked at his daughter who was hiding behind his mother, he suddenly had a guess.
No way.
He looked at the mother in surprise.
If his guess was correct, what the mother was thinking at the moment was that after he died, she could become a strange creature just like Flanders and continue to protect her daughter.
At this moment, Flanders noticed a small detail that confirmed his guess.
The mother blocked her daughter behind her and stepped back. At the same time, she leaned to the side slightly.
Flanders noticed that the mother was not only wary of him but also her husband who was already dead.
It was her husband who had a bone scraping knife embedded in his head.
Flanders finally understood what she meant.
Since there was a monster like him in this world, would there really be ghosts after death?
If that was the case, would her husband, who had been killed by her, become a ghost to take revenge on her?
The wife was both worried and expectant about this.
If her husband could really turn into a ghost and appear again, it meant that she could do the same.
This was undoubtedly good news for her.
The only problem was that she had to face her husband, who had turned into a ghost, and Flanders, who was a scarecrow of unknown origin.
After completely understanding the thoughts of his mother, Flanders was so touched that he was about to cry.
He did not expect that something that only existed in books actually existed. There was actually such great maternal love in reality.
He just did not know what kind of fear he would be able to taste if he tortured her daughter.
Flanders could not wait any longer.
However, after the death of the man, the attractive aura did not disappear.
In other words, what attracted him did not disappear with the death of the man.
This made Flanders even more curious about what attracted him.
Just as Flanders was about to raise his scythe, something unexpected happened.
