After the girl went out, the woman pressed against the door nervously, listening to the noise.

The girl came to the water tank first, opened the paper with trembling hands, and found some white powder inside. Although the girl didn't know what it was, this was the first time in her life that she had done such a thing behind her back, and she couldn't help but feel a little scared.

, but she thought that my parents were killed by them, and they did this to me. If I didn't avenge my parents, they would not forgive me.

She followed the instructions and poured half of the extra powder into the water jar, then walked to the living room, where there was a spare milk bottle. As long as she sprinkled the powder in it and mixed it with milk powder, no one would recognize it. Anyway, she was making milk powder.

She usually does the work.

She was careful not to spill the powder on the table. As soon as she finished spreading it, a voice came from behind: "What are you doing?"

The girl was so frightened that she suddenly thought of something. She turned around and held the paper tightly in her hands. "No... nothing?" It was her father.

"Just in time, go and make a cup of milk powder for your little brother. We're boiling a pot of water. Your mother and I are thirsty." After saying that, her father left. He didn't even notice that the girl was so nervous that she almost fainted.

The woman listened quietly, unable to hear the dull sound of her father's footsteps. She took off her shoes and tiptoed out. She motioned to the girl to take the bottle and go to the kitchen.

The girl followed the instructions and hurried to the kitchen.

"Boil the water first, and then use the boiled water to make the milk powder." She lowered her voice.

The girl nodded.

The kitchen reminds me of the unique whirring sound of boiling water.

No, the dull footsteps came again.

It's getting closer to the kitchen.

The girl was so frightened that her face turned pale, while the woman quickly hid behind the door and stood on tiptoe.

"Is it soon?" Dad asked.

"Soon... soon." The girl replied stammering.

"Why is there a sour smell here?" The father walked in, and the girl took two steps to block the crack in the door. The woman slowly squatted down so as not to be discovered.

"I haven't taken a shower for a long time." The girl looked at her father's nose moving this way and became anxious.

"What do I mean, wake up tomorrow morning and wash yourself. Girls, you can't be so dirty." After saying that, the father put his hand on the girl's head, touched it lovingly, and left the kitchen.

The girl waited for her father's room to close with a "bang" sound, closed the kitchen door, and said with tears in her eyes: "Can we not do this?"

The woman looked at her with sharp eyes and said coldly: "Don't ask me, ask your biological parents."

"But......."

At this time, the water was boiled, and the girl silently poured the water into the milk jug. The woman poured the water into a porcelain jug and said, "Hurry up and bring it over."

The girl took the water and the milk bottle to her parents' room. She saw her father and mother taking a sip of the water in the cup, and her heart suddenly tightened for some reason. Then she saw her mother put the spout of the milk bottle to Yiyi's mouth.

Her heart was bleeding from her little brother's mouth.

"No, don't." She shouted.

The mother was stunned.

She cried loudly, blood was flowing from the corner of her father's mouth, her little brother's face slowly turned purple, and blood was bleeding from the corner of her mother's mouth.

"She said you killed my biological parents." The girl cried loudly.

The parents fell on the bed, their bodies twisting and turning. The younger brother stopped crying. She stared at all this blankly, feeling at a loss and just shedding tears.

On the other side of the room, in the grandparents' room, a woman was holding a knife and looking strangely at the two old men lying on the bed with the sheets stained red. The girl licked the blood stuck to the knife.
Chapter completed!