Summary
I had been born into this prosperous little village after transmigrating twenty years ago. When I was ten, both my parents died. At fifteen, I found a child in the wild woods, thin as a bundle of sticks and deathly pale. He had no parents either. Pitiful, truly. So I brought him home, looked after him with the utmost care, and raised him until he was fair and plump. Now he had grown into a refined young gentleman with delicate features. But today, as my little one came back from the fields carrying a sickle for cutting pigweed, lines of floating comments suddenly drifted across my vision: [Is this that Ghost Child with endless resentment-the final boss?] [He’s holding a blade? Holy crap, is this the first massacre the Ghost Child commits after his debut? The whole village gets slaughtered!] [Isn’t that direction the home of the first random passerby big sister? I think she’s the first one to die. He chops her into mincemeat and feeds her to her own pigs.] Huh? Are they saying my sweet baby Li Xiangxiang is going to hack me, the beautiful big sister Li Fangfang, to pieces?