“Ah—! Gu Rou, are you crazy?! You dare hit me!”
Gu Li was struck senseless, her face burning with pain.
“You little bitch, you’re asking for death!” Zhang Cuihua’s eyes split with rage as she lunged forward to tear at Gu Rou. But when she met Gu Rou’s eyes—cold, emotionless, as if she were looking at a corpse—her heart jolted.
This girl… had she really been driven insane?
Gu Rou ignored her completely. She grabbed Gu Li by the collar and slapped her left and right several more times, hitting her until stars burst before Gu Li’s eyes and her cheeks swelled red in an instant.
That still wasn’t enough!
Gu Rou lifted her foot and viciously kicked Gu Li straight in the chest!
“Ugh—!”
Gu Li cried out as she was sent sprawling backward to the ground.
Gu Rou didn’t pause for even a second. Down or not, she kept kicking—deliberately targeting the most pain-sensitive spots: under the ribs, the lower abdomen, the inner thighs!
“Ah! Help! Stop hitting me! It hurts so bad! Mom! Brother!”
Gu Li curled up on the ground, screaming and sobbing without any dignity, like a dying fish.
Gu Rou’s brutal methods made the surrounding villagers suck in cold breaths, and even Li Xiufang stood there dumbfounded, forgetting to react.
“My sister is not a slut! You’re all despicable! You all deserve to die!”
An enraged child’s voice rang out.
Ten-year-old Gu Chuan rushed over like a little bull calf, holding up a stone, his eyes bloodshot.
Li Xiufang jolted back to her senses and lunged to grab her son. “Xiao Chuan! Put the stone down! You can’t smash them!”
Hitting someone was one thing—killing someone with a stone would be the end of everything!
Only after Gu Li had been beaten until she lay limp on the ground, barely able to moan, did Gu Rou finally stop.
She looked down at her from above, her voice icy cold.
“So you say I’m a cheap slut, a whore who ruined the Gu family’s reputation, is that it?”
Before the words had even finished, she suddenly bent down, grabbed Gu Li by the waistband, and yanked hard!
“Rip—!”
“Ah—! No!!”
Gu Li let out a heart-rending scream, struggling desperately, both hands clutching the last scrap of dignity she had left.
In broad daylight, in front of the entire village, having her pants torn down—this was worse than killing her!
The villagers around them were completely stunned, the air seeming to freeze.
Was this really the same Gu Rou who used to not dare speak loudly and blushed whenever she saw anyone?
This viciousness… could it be she really had run into something evil up on the mountain?
Gu Rou ignored the shocked and suspicious gazes around her.
She coldly swept her eyes over the wretched Gu Li, then looked toward Zhang Cuihua in the distance, who was clutching her son Gu Yaozu and wailing while hurling curses at her. A clear thought formed in Gu Rou’s mind.
Her gaze shifted to a woman on the edge of the crowd, wearing a patched jacket and looking rather dull.
“Aunt Niu!”
The woman froze and looked up at her.
“You manage the pigsty for the team and have experience,” Gu Rou said firmly. “Please go bring over that sixty-pound piglet from the pen.”
Aunt Niu frowned, clearly displeased at being ordered around by a young girl. “Why should I? That pig belongs to the team. You think you can just take it because you say so?”
“Bring it here, and I’ll give you fifty cents,” Gu Rou replied crisply.
Fifty cents!
Aunt Niu’s cloudy eyes lit up instantly. That was enough to buy over a pound of meat! Without another word, she turned and ran toward the pigsty, afraid Gu Rou might change her mind.
While Gu Rou was distracted, Gu Li scrambled to pull up her pants and crawl away.
“Trying to run?”
Gu Rou flicked her eyes over and kicked precisely at the back of Gu Li’s knee.
“Ow!”
Gu Li collapsed again into the roadside weeds, staring in despair as Aunt Niu came panting back, lugging the squealing, struggling piglet.
The piglet was set on the ground, snorting in confusion, its little eyes darting around.
Gu Rou looked at the pig, then at the utterly miserable Gu Li on the ground. A cold curve lifted the corner of her lips.
She walked behind the piglet and raised her foot, giving it a not-too-hard kick on the butt.
“Oink—!”
The piglet squealed in pain and bolted forward—straight toward the paralyzed Gu Li!
“Ah—! Get away! Don’t come over here!”
Gu Li was terrified out of her wits, scrambling to avoid it, but her body was covered in injuries and her movements were sluggish.
The next second, under the gaze of dozens of eyes, the fifty- or sixty-pound piglet let out a snort and planted its two front hooves right onto Gu Li’s body, its wet snout rooting and sniffing all over her, looking for food!
“Ah—! Help! Get away! Disgusting!”
Gu Li screamed shrilly, pushing and struggling with all her might.
Her already tattered clothes were torn even worse under the pulling and the pig’s trampling. Her hair was disheveled, smeared with mud and grass scraps, and there were even… suspicious traces of pig manure.
What’s more, Gu Li was tangled with the pig in the waist-high grass, looking exactly like the kind of thing men and women do in bed—the scene absurd and humiliating to the extreme.
“Tsk, tsk… Gu Li and a pig—kind of a perfect match,” someone muttered, setting off a wave of suppressed snickers in the crowd.
When Zhang Cuihua saw her daughter being “ridden” by a pig, she was so furious she nearly fainted. Forgetting about her son, she howled and rushed over. “Gu Rou! You damned little bitch! I’ll fight you to the death!”
Gu Rou was already prepared. She turned, twisted her waist, and lifted her leg in one smooth motion, driving a vicious kick straight into Zhang Cuihua’s stomach!
“Thud!”
Zhang Cuihua flew back like a sack of rags and crashed heavily to the ground, clutching her belly and rolling around, groaning in pain, unable to get up for a long time.
“Mom!”
Gu Yaozu’s eyes were about to burst. He set his mother down and charged forward to save his sister.
Gu Rou’s gaze sharpened. Before he could get close, she spun cleanly, her right leg whistling through the air, and kicked with perfect precision straight between Gu Yaozu’s legs!
“Aaagh—!”
Gu Yaozu’s scream instantly changed pitch. His face turned the color of pig liver as he clutched his groin and collapsed, curling up like a boiled shrimp, cold sweat pouring down, his eyes rolling back.
“My son!”
Seeing this, Zhang Cuihua’s heart shattered. She crawled and scrambled over to her son, no longer caring about her daughter—or the pig.