Following my guidance, those girls found themselves thinking more and more that I was right—how could wheat and corn compare to the taste of meat?
I told them I would teach them how to hunt right then and there.
At that moment, the ferocious younger sister stepped out and said that throwing stones hadn't killed the beast. Seeing her, I instinctively took a step back. That little girl was truly terrifying; at just eight years old, she had bludgeoned more than twenty people to death. That wasn't even the crucial part—the crucial part was that she had broken everyone's neck with those rocks. Just thinking about it felt horrifying.
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