Chapter 395: The Last Survivor (45)

Soon, there was another knock on the door of Dill's house.

Accompanied by a hurried knock on the door, there was a hoarse cry from the original father.

"Girl, take pity on your father. I'm about to be beaten to death by a debt collector, so I beg you to come out quickly. ”

The original father screamed very miserably, and if anyone who did not see him at this moment would have thought that he was being brutally beaten.

However, the real situation is that the creditors are standing aside with wooden sticks and iron rods, looking at the original father alone as if they were watching a joke, crying and pretending to be pitiful.

Even, while watching, they were still talking in a whisper.

When his daughter also fell into eight lifetimes of mold or something.

The sound insulation of the wooden door was very poor, and the cry of the original father was almost unobstructed.

The overwhelming sound was deafening.

Dill frowned, and a wave of irritability welled up in her heart.

But she still sat quietly on the edge of the bed, not moving.

She just wants to hang her original father and this group of people, she just wants to see how these people will treat her original father if she never appears.

Sure enough, after watching it for a while, those people gradually lost their patience.

While urging the original father to find a way to hurry up, they threatened him with even more fierce tones.

At this moment, the original father was really anxious, he originally thought that even if his daughter came back this time and didn't take care of himself much, she would soften and forgive herself as usual when she cried and screamed for help, and took the initiative to come out to clean up the mess for him.

In the room, Dill lay down on the bed and covered with a quilt.

After a while, the noise outside the door changed.

Different from the cry of only the original father before, the noisy sound was joined by the angry scolding of many people, and occasionally the muffled sound of various sticks and instruments hitting **.

The original father's screams seemed to become more violent, but slowly, his cries of pain weakened, replaced by staccato moans.

When the voices had subsided, Dill opened the door unhurriedly.

Not surprisingly, she saw her father, who was lying on the ground, scarred and moaning weakly.

Seeing his daughter walk out, the original father's face suddenly became sad.

"Girl, your father is going to be beaten to death by those people." He struggled to get up from the ground, his expression became more and more sad, his voice became more and more poignant, his face was full of tears, and there was an obvious accusation in his words, "You ruthless girl, your father has really raised you for nothing for more than ten years, are you going to force your own father to death if you don't save him like this?" ”

Dill frowned, and the disgust in her eyes was undisguised: "You touch your conscience and think about how much money you have taken from me over the past year or so." ”

"Oh no, I wasn't wrong, I shouldn't have said that." She hooked the corners of her mouth slightly, and said with a bit of banter in her tone, "You don't have a conscience at all, and you're not even as good as a beast." ”

Dill's merciless accusation made his father's face flush, he tried to maintain the balance of his body, his right hand trembled and raised to point at Dill, his lips trembled with anger: "How can you talk to me and me like this, you are simply presumptuous." ”

"Heh" Dill chuckled, raised her eyebrows and glanced at him, and said, "Presumptuous? You died early in the morning, do you think you are still the patriarch of the feudal period? ”