Weird Manor: Quickly Cross the Fifth Personality

Chapter 1 Thief
"Why are people like him so disgusting if you kill him and kill him?"

"Just don't hurry to die!"

"It's really sick to steal money from other people's houses."

Several strong men beat and kicked a man.

The man lying on the ground had already been beaten so badly that his nose was bruised, his face was swollen, and blood was even oozing from the corners of his mouth.

Even though he was beaten all over, the man still tightly protected the money bag in his arms.

Seeing that the fight was not enough, several big men directly grabbed it.

"You thief, don't hurry up and return the stolen money to us!"

A big man had already reached out to snatch the money bag from the man's arms and couldn't help but curse.

The man's hand clutched the purse tightly, without any intention of letting go.

One of the big men suddenly grabbed the man by one arm and pulled him up from the ground.

As a result, the man has only one hand holding the purse.

However, the money bag in his hand was snatched by the big guys after a few strokes.

When the big men saw that the money was taken back, they threw the man back to the ground in disgust.

With the backs of the big men gradually moving away, the man was powerless lying on the ground.

At that moment, the philanthropist seemed to see that the god of death was coming to hook his soul with the sickle.

The scythe of death was gradually approaching. I thought I was going to die like this, but the group of children in the orphanage appeared in my mind again.

Those kind and innocent children were still sick and hungry, and they were still waiting for him to go back.

The philanthropist slowly got up from the ground. His clothes had already become tattered due to the beating by Ou.

With bruises all over his body, he took out some banknotes from his pocket, which a girl had given him earlier.

He didn't understand that money was so important to everyone in this world, but why did someone give him money?
The pain from the body pulled back the thoughts of the philanthropist who was still thinking.

Clutching the banknotes in his hands and dragging his heavy body, he hurried back to the orphanage after buying medicine and steamed stuffed bun noodles for the children.

**
When the philanthropist returned to the orphanage, the group of children were waiting for him and stood at the door one by one.

He saw worry in the children's eyes, and couldn't help but sneer, so there are still people in this world who worry about him.

"Uncle Kreacher, you're back."

One of the older girls ran to the philanthropist and her eyes turned red when she saw his injuries.

"Silly girl, you cry all day long, your eyes are swollen from crying, and you won't be pretty when you grow up."

The philanthropist patted the girl's head and endured the pain in her body, reluctantly putting on a smile.

The philanthropist gave the buns and medicine to the girl: "Take these and distribute them to the children quickly, and give the medicine to the sick children."

"What about you, Uncle Kreacher?"

"Uncle is fine, hurry up and share the food with everyone."

Hearing what the philanthropist said, the girl distributed the food in her hand to the children.

The children in the orphanage laughed happily when they were assigned. The buns they ate seemed to be delicacies from mountains and seas.

Perhaps this kind of ordinary steamed stuffed bun is the most delicious thing in the eyes of these children.

The originally bright eyes of the philanthropist entered the room suddenly dimmed.

He reached out to touch his left eye, which was already so painful that he couldn't feel it.

There were injuries all over my body, and no one place was good. Because I was injured and didn't get treatment in time, the injuries in many places began to become serious.

(End of this chapter)