When this lazy guy wandered into the woods, Song Hao and John, who had bent down to hide, finally saw each other's face clearly.

It turned out to be a middle-aged man with a thick beard, about forty years old, holding a lantern in his hand and an unlit cigarette in his mouth.

Judging from his dark skin with a little blood red on his cheeks, he must be a farmer who has been exposed to wind and sun all year round.

This is very common in the American West today, especially for farmers.

"Damn it, did you see it? His beard looks like a bird's nest."

John's point of observation is always novel and extraordinary.

Song Hao joked: "I bet you ten dollars that there must be leftover chicken bones from last night in his beard."

During the chat, the bearded man walked to the front of the hut and slowly put down the lantern in his hand.

He didn't forget to light the cigarette with a match. The flame from the cigarette butt flickered, and the fog around him was really thick.

I don’t know if it’s because of my dazzling eyes...

"Miss Gertrude, it's still very early at this time, everyone is still resting, and it's not even dawn yet."

"You know, after a long day at work, we just want to lie in bed and dream. We don't want to hear any damn noise."

While muttering to himself, he took out a bunch of keys from his pocket: "So you have to pay the price for your energy!"

Hearing this familiar voice, the deformed hare-lipped woman huddled in the hut, Gertrude in his mouth, became frightened.

She kept tapping the wooden board next to her with her palms, and made a crazy wailing sound from her mouth, but it was hard to hear what she was saying.

The bearded man exhaled a cloud of smoke: "You bitch, are you scared now?"

"It's too late, Gertrude, it's too late!"

So as the wooden door slowly opened, it was illuminated by a few rays of morning light and the flame of the lantern.

John saw the face of this latrine monster clearly for the first time, and he couldn't help but feel a chill running down his back.

Because as Song Hao said:

"Damn it, this is definitely the ugliest woman I have ever seen in my life!"

Even though she was wearing a decent high-end dress, it was still difficult to cover up the few hairs on her head and a split lip.

Not only that, there are several scars visible to the naked eye on her face, glowing with a strange pink color.

As for the nails, it may take some time to completely fall off.

After all, every scratch on the wooden board of the latrine is her masterpiece.

"Humph, you still don't have a long memory, do you?"

Seeing that Gertrude, whose feet were bound by iron chains, wanted to escape, the bearded man punched her without saying a word.

No mercy at all.

The next second, the severe pain from her abdomen made her lie down and tremble, and she was still gibbering.

It is said that God's Judgment Day is coming, everyone will die, and no one can escape.

The bearded man who was too lazy to listen to these nonsense decisively gave her another resounding slap:

"By the way, do you know?"

"Actually, it is out of politeness that I am willing to call you Miss Gertrude. Otherwise, if you do not have the support of Miss Penelope behind you."

He slowly squatted down, ignoring the moans in his ears, and suddenly put a cigarette on the other person's palm: "You are a complete madman."

"God, I can't even imagine why he created a monster like you."

These words undoubtedly stimulated Gertrude's fragile mind.

Holding back the pain caused by the burning of the cigarette butt, she took advantage of the bearded man's taunting and bit into it with her teeth.

"God damn bastard!"

The result of trying to resist like this was naturally another hard slap on the face, and even nosebleeds continued to flow out.

This makes Gertrude's already ugly appearance even more terrifying.

The bearded man kicked the opponent away, looking at the teeth marks on his arm, it was obviously uncomfortable.

In the end, he couldn't swallow the breath, so he simply spit in her face:

"You are a disgusting monster, Gertrude, and you will die here sooner or later."

He locked the wooden door again, knowing that enough was enough, he no longer used violence, but only threatened:

"If you are not from the Braithwaite family, I swear that I will sell you to the circus in Saint Denis."

"Let everyone take a good look at your monkey-butt face!"

The sound of footsteps in the mud gradually faded away.

In a daze, Gertrude, who was banging her head against the wall crazily, first let out a scream, sounding like she was crying bitterly.

Who would have expected that in just a few dozen seconds, another burst of laughter would come out, which was simply unpredictable:

"They all say I'm a monster..."

"Why does everyone hate me?"

"Hahaha, Mr. Crow from Hell, you heard it, they actually called me a monster!"

Until a crow among the treetops flapped its wings and flew away, I didn't know if it was a coincidence.

Anyway, her resentment finally calmed down. Song Hao and John, who had witnessed the whole process, looked at each other and walked out of the grass in one stride.

Grandma, I originally just wanted to inspect the Braithwaite family’s armed situation, but I didn’t expect to encounter such a strange thing.

What the hell is this?

A family scandal!

You must know that it is definitely not easy to hide in the manor after dawn, so the two of them had to leave this ghost place quickly.

Carefully walk through a golden wheat field, then blow a whistle, and Silver Fang and the old man will follow the sound and run towards you.

John got on his horse and adjusted his hat:

"Since that woman is a member of the Braithwaite family, why not send her to a sanatorium instead of being imprisoned in a smelly hut?"

After all, they have plenty of money in their mansions, so they will never be unable to pay the high medical bills that ordinary people see.

Taking out some crushed oats from his pocket and feeding it to Silver Fang, Song Hao explained: "These big families attach great importance to reputation."

"What do you think would happen if one day in the nursing home, a new patient was suddenly discovered to be from the famous Braithwaite family?"

John, who knew it well, stopped asking further questions.

Just when the sky turned white in the distance, he and Song Hao both looked at the hut on the edge of the river bank.

No matter how ruthless and cruel the Braithwaite family is.

But this woman with a deformed cleft lip, Gertrude Braithwaite, is there, living a difficult life.

Maybe even during countless dead nights, with her feet bound by iron chains, she would imagine that she could become a crow.

So that one day, I can fly out of this prison where I am imprisoned for the rest of my life.
Chapter completed!