It's night.

Outside the city of northern Hebei, in the forest next to the official road.

The fourth room of the Li family, who had fled the famine, was lighting a fire and preparing to cook today's dinner.

There are rules in the Li family's rooms, and they are not allowed to worry about other people's cubs when they eat their own cubs.

But no matter whose cub it is, remember to give the old man and the old lady a bowl of meat.

During the famine years, the people who fled the famine were all starving ghosts, who could eat a hole in the sky.

And the dinner in the fourth room of the Li family, at this time, he sat under the tree to sharpen the knife and used the knife to kill her.

Her name is Li Baohua, a girl from the Li family's four-room house.

But the original owner has long since died, and now Li Baohua's twelve-year-old body lives in a female doctor who has crossed over.

Because of workplace bullying, she took advantage of her position to give herself a certificate of mental illness, and successfully entered a psychiatric hospital after killing the bully.

But she didn't want the bully's family to buy off the doctors in the mental hospital and tried to kill her in the mental hospital.

When she woke up again, she was already in Li Baohua's body.

At this time, there was no joy or sorrow on her little face, but she was sharpening her knife.

The knife was a dagger with a mahogany handle, and she sharpened it on a large stone, occasionally flushing it with the water from the jasper bottle beside her.

Very serious, like not knowing that I was going to die under this dagger.

"Father, we should save some food."

"I saw my uncle's family tie up the third sister yesterday and turn it into a big lump of bacon, so it's not easy to spoil."

Li Changxing, who was still obese in the desert, came up with an idea in a sullen voice.

"That's a good idea."

"When I turn around and make soup with bacon, I can always mix it with water."

It was the little lady of the Lin family's fourth room, Lin, who was the mother of Li Baohua.

"Lin, you are a cook, you can make blood sausages, right? Don't waste this blood. ”

The eldest lady in the fourth room of the Li family paid attention again.

"Yes, yes, yes."

Lin nodded again and again, his face was full of flattery, but he didn't even look at his daughter.

She was afraid of hunger and death, and her daughter was worthless, so she died.

When the Li family gets rid of the difficulty, it will be beautiful again, and then give birth to a big fat boy for the lord.

The lord of the fourth room of the Li family nodded, took the book and walked away, his voice was indifferent: "Do as you say." ”

Li Baohua, who was sitting not far away, smiled, and this family had learned from experience.

At this time, Li Chang got up and walked towards Li Baohua and squatted in front of her.

His fat face smiled like a chrysanthemum blooming, and coaxed: "Seventh sister, don't be afraid, you close your eyes, and you'll be fine." ”

"Oh."

Li Baohua raised his head, and his moist eyes were full of innocence on his little face.

Then her eyes became frightened, and she looked straight behind Li Changxing.

"Third sister, aren't you dead?"

Li Baohua said suddenly.

Li Changxing just said that the three girls of the Dafang family have become bacon.

Now that it was dark, and the woods were quite gloomy, Li Baohua suddenly came out like this, and his face turned pale with fright.

And Li Changxing also instinctively glanced back.

But he looked at the void, and there was nothing behind him.

"You lied to me?"

Li Changxing frowned and turned his head, and then saw Xue Liang's dagger getting closer and closer to him.

Poof!

Just when Li Changxing wanted to dodge, he felt a chill in his neck.

He wanted to look down, but because he was too fat and had a short and thick neck, he couldn't lower his head at all.

But he knew that the dagger was now stuck in his neck.

And all the strength was withdrawn in an instant.

Li Baohua still looked at Li Changxing with an innocent face, and the corner of his mouth was an innocent smile.

She is like a little angel in the sky, holding a butcher's blade.

"Forehead ......"

Li Changxing used his last strength to push Li Baohua.

Then, blood gushed out, bursting into a cloud of blood.

Poof.

Li Changxing's fat body was lying on the ground.

Li Baohua held the dagger in his hand, and his little face was already full of blood.

The white dress on her body was also dyed red, as if the dress was supposed to be red.

"Little lady, let's make blood sausage."

Li Baohua called with a bright smile.