Rebirth: I Became a Maggot 2

Chapter 104 Surgery

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"Dafu, what are you doing? Come and hide! If they see you, you're dead!" I said hurriedly.

"It's alright, almost all flies do this, don't worry, this is experience passed down from our ancestors," Dafu said dismissively.

I was just thinking to myself that your brain was full of shit, and now look what happened, you actually did something that only people with shit brains do.

As expected of someone who grew up eating feces, its behavior is anything but ordinary. Da Fu flew straight into the air.

The two children were probably there to get rock candy, but they were clearly taken aback when they saw the large steamed bun.

"What if flies get in the rock candy? How are we supposed to eat it then?" one of the children said angrily.

“Of course we can’t eat this! How can we eat this? I heard that eating things that flies have eaten can cause meningitis and make you stupid. We should just throw it away.” Another child explained like a little adult.

"Really? Is it that scary?" the child asked nervously.

"Of course, so never eat anything that has been touched by flies," said another child who seemed like a little adult.

"Okay, I understand," the younger child nodded quickly.

Dafu looked at me happily, as if he had done something great, when the children said those words.

I stared at Dafu speechlessly. Was he just going to let it slide like that?

But if it were that simple, that would be great. Why is life called life? Because it's full of surprises and shocks.

Just when I thought it was over, the younger child spoke again.

"What do we do now? Are we just going to throw them all away like this?" the child asked curiously, his eyes filled with reluctance as he looked at the rock candy.

"How could we just throw it away like that? We were just watching A Chinese Odyssey, weren't we?" the older child said.

"Yeah, what does this have to do with watching A Chinese Odyssey?" the younger child asked curiously.

"What relationship? It's a big one. Do you remember that scene on TV where Sun Wukong complained that Tang Sanzang was too noisy? That performance?" said the slightly older child, who seemed like a little adult.

"That part? Is there such a part?" the younger child asked curiously.

"Oh, never mind, you must have forgotten. How about this, I'll imitate it for you, and you'll know which part it is when you see it," said the child who seemed like a little adult.

"Great! Great! That's wonderful!" the younger child immediately clapped and shouted.

Kids love role-playing. I remember when I was little, I often pretended to be shot and about to fall, but I had only one breath left and I looked at the enemy in front of me with great resentment.

He also often plays Wong Fei-hung, and whenever he kicks someone, it's always the Foshan Shadowless Kick.

It seems that the love for role-playing started from a young age; no wonder they still enjoy role-playing as adults.

Girls like to role-play as flight attendants, teachers, nurses, and white-collar workers, and men like to watch them even more. It turns out they've liked it since they were little.

At this moment, the little boy, who was acting like a little adult, began to put on a show: "I won't kill you because you are a woman. Don't think I'm afraid of you."

He paused for a moment, then clutched his head with both hands, rolled around on the ground in agony, and said, "You all saw that? This guy just kept going on and on, nagging and whining, like there was a fly buzzing around you all day, buzzing... sorry, not just one, but a swarm of flies buzzing... flying into your ears, help... So, I grabbed this fly, squeezed its belly, pulled out its intestines, and then used its intestines to strangle its neck with a hard pull. Ha, its whole tongue came out! Then I swiftly chopped it off. Whoosh—the whole world was quiet again."

The last two fingers were pulled together in mid-air, and yes, the whole world truly fell silent.

The child, who was like a little adult, was so engrossed in his performance that he was completely captivated, as if he were savoring the experience and searching for the true essence of the performance.

The younger children were completely stunned, never expecting their older brother to perform so well.

I was stunned. Just as the child made his last pulling motion, I felt a tightness around my neck. Damn it, this Dafu has really killed me.

Seeing the situation before me, I quickly rushed towards the gap that had opened up. If I were trapped inside, I would suffocate even if I wasn't killed.

But that seemingly silly little kid actually tied the bag up right then and there, as if afraid we'd run away.

Oh my god, I'm completely doomed. I never imagined I'd be killed by a fly, let alone by rock candy.

What's even more frustrating is that once that brat tied the bag up, he completely cut off the airflow.

I was utterly desperate. Judging from the situation, I was going to suffocate to death just because that guy hadn't played me to death yet.

Instantly, I felt the oxygen in the air slowly draining away. If I didn't think of a good way to get out, I would really die.

"Brother, look! Those two flies in here are definitely not going anywhere. What do we do now?" the younger child said, as if seeking praise.

“Let’s go, let’s do a minor surgery for them, let’s go.” The older child said happily.

When I heard that brat say he needed to have a minor surgery, I knew I was doomed.

Karma...

Why would I hear a kid say that surgery would be the end of you? It's because when I was little, I was just like that mischievous kid. I liked to take small animals and perform surgery on them all the time.

For example, we would give injections to earthworms and amputate the limbs of mantises. Especially in spring, when summer was approaching, there were many tadpoles by the pond. So we children would use jelly boxes, insert a twig in the middle, and make a simple spoon.

We would scoop the tadpoles out of the pond and give them IV drips. If they died, we would regretfully say, "Sorry, we did our best."

This really is karma! I can't believe that the things I loved doing as a child are still so popular after all these years. By the way, what kind of surgery are they going to give us?

Will I even survive this surgery? Who knows what those two brats will do to me? We did that when we were kids because we didn't have any toys. You kids have so many toys these days, why are you playing such low-level games?

Can't you guys have any ambition? Can't you be a little innovative?

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