Killed? Why?

Ange was a little puzzled, but he soon understood why. He caught up with the child not far away, and heard a fierce voice from the cave ahead:

"You damn mute, what did the Lord give you? Wow! Grain, Bai Huahua's high-grade refined grain? Do you plan to eat so much grain by yourself? Don't you know how to honor your brother?"

Then there was a muffled sound of hitting the flesh, and the child's thin body was kicked out of the hole, vomiting blood and rolled in front of Ange and others.

Ange now understood why he was killed.

"There is a shortage of food here. If you give a child a whole bag of food in public, it would be strange if others don't take it from him," Negris said.

The child was vomiting blood and looked at Ange with complicated eyes, then at the little angel. Finally, he reluctantly fell on the other two bags of grain that Ange was carrying, and his breath gradually weakened.

Ange squatted down, and the Cleansing Technique penetrated his body, one, two, and three times. Each stroke made his body shake violently. He vomited blood and vomited. He suddenly sat up and his eyes widened in disbelief.

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"Ho, ho, I -" hoarsely, the child seemed to have never spoken a word in his life. He spoke with all his strength. When he uttered the sound "I", his whole body froze.

"I - can - speak." He struggled to say a whole sentence, and the child couldn't stop his tears from flowing down.

"Were you unable to speak before? He called you mute? Was it because you couldn't speak since you were a child?" Nigris asked.

"Five-five-years-old." The child responded with difficulty. Although it was difficult to speak, his expression was very excited and he was trying very hard.

"You can't speak until you're five years old? Are you injured? How old are you now?" Negris asked guessing, and couldn't help but thank Ange. If Ange hadn't made him accustomed to this kind of conversation, he might not be able to talk to this person now.

Children communicate.

The child nodded and said: "Ten -"

Ten years old? It doesn't look like it. He looks seven or eight years old. Is it because of malnutrition and delayed development?

Rogge had already caught the food robber and was dragging him over. He was a strong young man in his twenties. Rogge was pushing him away, and his feet were so weak that he couldn't stand. He didn't kick him at all.

The ferocity of a child.
Chapter completed!