Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime - Chapter 424

Chapter 424: Chapter 425 A Good Appetite l

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Seeing blood on the first day of the New Year is such bad luck.

“Are we going to be unlucky for the whole year because of this?” Purple Summers said gloomily.

Alexander Summers laughed and pinched her face, “It’s called ‘starting the year with a bang’. It symbolizes prosperity.”

“You’re just talking nonsense…” Purple Summers curled her lips, “Hurry up and clean up the body, otherwise, if Mom sees the dead, she’ll be scared.”

Alexander Summers took out his cellphone, ready to make a call for help.

Purple Summers stopped his hand, “How long will it take for your people to get here?”

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Alexander Summers raised an eyebrow, “Ten minutes.”

“That’s too late.” Purple Summers jerked her chin to one side, “Mom’s coming; she’ll be here in about three minutes.”

Caring Atra Blanc also entered the forest, walking towards them, calling out, “Alexander, Purple, are you guys alright?”

Alexander Summers and Purple Summers looked at each other. Almost simultaneously, they made a snap decision, each searching for any dead branches and leaves at hand, stuffing them into the pit as fast as possible!

At that moment, their tacit understanding reached its peak!

Covered!

Once it’s covered, it won’t be seen!

The twisted body, the gruesome face, the wounds bursting with flesh and blood, all concealed.

As Atra Blanc took the final steps closer, Purple Summers tossed a handful of decayed leaves, patted her hands, and walked up to link arms with Atra Blanc, blocking her line of sight.

“Nothing’s wrong, just a monkey fell into a trap, it’s a bloody mess, you don’t want to see that.”

Atra Blanc hesitated, “It sounded like a human screaming…”

“Ha…” Purple Summers laughed dryly, “There’s nobody else on this island besides us three, Mom, you must have heard wrong.”

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Atra Blanc thought about it and felt it made sense. Her gaze swept over the pit and saw the bloodstains on the wall of the pit; she frowned and said, “That’s too bad…”

Alexander Summers walked around the trap to join them, saying, “Let’s go back. I’ll bring a shovel later to bury the monkey.”

The family of three went back for breakfast.

Atra Blanc cooked five-color dumplings, the yellow ones mixed with pumpkin starch, the purple ones with purple potato starch, the green ones with spinach juice, and the red ones with carrot.

A bowl full of colorful dumplings, so attractive and lively.

Purple Summers ate with great gusto, almost inhaling the large dumplings one after another.

She felt she had been hardened, able to eat breakfast without a change in expression even after seeing a dead body, and it didn’t affect her appetite in the slightest.

Was this what they called ‘bad company leads to bad character,’ or in this case, ‘near the crazy, becomes crazy too’?

After breakfast, Alexander Summers really took a shovel to bury the corpse.

Purple Summers stuffed several rice balls in her jacket and followed him.

Alexander Summers touched her head, “Go back and sleep a bit more, you got up too early today.”

Purple Summers shook her head, lifting up the rice balls in her hand, “Mom asked me to bring them for the monkey.”

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… Was this about setting up a monument and laying down sacrificial offerings?

Alexander Summers and Purple Summers came back to the pit, which still looked the same.

Alexander Summers dug soil with the shovel to fill the pit, while Purple Summers squatted beside him, occasionally picking up some dry branches and leaves to throw in.

Alexander Summers wouldn’t let her join in, not wanting her to dirty her hands.

Bored, Purple Summers listlessly began nibbling on the rice balls without thinking…

She wondered, if instead of a hapless thief, it had been a murderer who fell into the pit, what would she do? To protect herself, would she commit murder?

To think, her upright self, a good young person with solid values, was going to be turned into a murderess who covers up corpses by Alexander Summers, she felt quite melancholic…

“Ah!” Purple Summers suddenly stood up.

Alexander Summers looked at her in surprise, “What’s wrong?”

“I got to the filling!” Purple Summers exclaimed in delight, holding up the rice ball for him to see, “It’s filled with fruit, there’s banana and sweet salad!”

Alexander Summers:”…”

Such a good appetite..

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