However, perhaps because of the image of the bone scraping knife, the woman chose it.
But in fact, when she used it, the woman herself also somewhat regretted buying such an inconvenient weapon as a tool to deal with the fat pig.
Fortunately, things went as smoothly as she wanted.
The bone scraping knife cut through the back of the man's head with all her strength and then stuck in the man's head.
If one looked at the cross-section of the side, one could see that the blade of the bone scraping knife had cut the entire brain into two halves.
And the blade of the bone scraping knife was stuck in the spine of the neck.
After doing all this, the woman ignored the splatter of brain matter and blood and rushed forward. She pushed away the man who was about to fall to the ground, dragged her daughter behind her, and then looked at Flanders warily.
There was no fear in her eyes. There was only love that she had given her all for her daughter.
