A World of Tears

last moment of strength to save his only grandchild…

” I couldn save Xiao Binghe but now that I saved you, I can die in peace and be able to face her on the other side… Don cry LingYue ” His blood-covered hand rested on the young boys cheek. ” Live well and be. . . come . . . strong. ”

LingYues eyes were wide with shock as the reflection of the flames danced in his eyes and his voice trembled as he couldn make any coherent sounds.

*Bang!*

” You piece of shit! ” The bearded man was furious as he repeatedly stepped on the elders body.

As he finished venting most of his rage he looked to his side to see LingYue rooted to the floor in shock as the blood pooled around him.

The blade was raised yet again as the bearded man grimaced trying to finally end this godforsaken piece of trash.

”STOP!! We killed enough of the cargo, any more and it won be profitable! Some profit is better than no profit, even if hes a mutt! ”

The boss walked out of a hut as he dragged a young village girl around the age of 11 behind him, her ivory hair dishevelled as tears silently flowed down her cheeks, her rosy bottom lip folded and bitten as she choked back all her grievances and she squeezed the hem of her dress until her fingers bled.

She looked at the Boss of these slave traders in blame and hatred knowing that her innocence was gone and she couldn understand what she did that the gods would punish her like this.

The bearded man looked at the Boss and swung the blade towards LingYues head…

*Slice*

I gash cut from one side of LingYues face to the next as he screamed while clutching his face, lood poured out the diagonal slash on the young boys face, as he rolled in the mud in pain. Luckily as if by the grace of God that slash didn take his eyes.

The bearded man chuckled and he looked to his boss, ”This mongrel won sell well to those sects who need furnaces, they like their furnaces pure… we can sell him to a spirit mine, his face won matter there…heh heh..or his life.. ”

The boss shrugged as he made his way over to the slaves, tugging the chain in his hand which connected to the cuff around the young girls neck.

The boss was a fat older man in his late 40s to early 50s, darkened yellow skin with the waist of a tiger and a stomach like a barrel.

His gold earring hoops jingled as he walked while his hair was sparsed and combed backwards.

To look younger he kept himself clean-shaven and had quite a fetish for prepubescent girls therefore anytime he raided villagers he always made sure to bring back 1 or 2 to have his way with before selling them as inferior goods.

His name was renowned in this small area of the Barbaric South as he was called Jin LaoHu, The Smiling Tiger.

His fat rippled as he chuckled and licked his lips while looking over the remaining villagers which were now mostly females…

”Boys it seems we made.. ”

” A Killing… ”