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Chapter 81 Have you heard the story of the Wooden Chief?
"It is reported that the Perseid meteor shower is listed as one of the top five meteor showers in the world. Some people also call it the most suitable meteor shower for observation throughout the year because it peaks in the summer in the northern hemisphere, is very stable every year, and has a large number of meteors."

On the TV screen, news about the meteor shower was being broadcast.

Clark and Zu looked at each other.

"The Godfather seems to be paying special attention to news about meteor showers recently."

Clark whispered to Zu.

"I guess Dad wants to make a wish."

Ah Zu made what he thought was a reasonable guess, "It's a pity that I can't get the monkey's paw, otherwise I wouldn't have to let Dad watch the meteor shower and make a wish."

When Clark heard A-Zu mention monkey's paw, he immediately fell silent.

He would rather never touch such evil things.

"John, the wishes that the monkey's paw fulfills are all twisted. The Godfather said that they only bring disgusting happiness to humans."

A-Zu shrugged disapprovingly, "I don't think it matters. Wishes definitely come with a price. How can there be gifts in this world that come without reason?"

Clark frowned, he felt that Zu's point of view was wrong.

But for a moment I couldn't think of how to refute him.

Peter didn't notice the two kids' discussion about making wishes on the meteor shower. He continued watching the news on TV.

"The Perseid meteor shower will reach its peak between the evening of the 12th and the early morning of the 13th, when 50 to 60 meteors will explode in the night sky. Experts predict that the threat of smoke from wildfires in Kansas may cause some trouble for observation."

"While much of the Midwest will be cloud-free, smoke from wildfires burning across the region will create a haze that will limit visibility for meteor showers."

Peter frowned slightly when he heard that wildfires would affect the visibility of meteors.

He looked down at his watch and saw that the hands were almost completing a circle.

Today is the 10th, and the day after tomorrow will probably be the day when the second baby is born.

After staring at the TV screen for a while, he looked at the clock on the wall.

It's already 10 o'clock in the evening.

Standing up, he put aside the matter of the meteor shower and said to the two kids who were still arguing, "Well, it's getting late, Clark, John, you should go to bed."

"Dad, can you tell me a bedtime story?"

Azu asked expectantly.

"I want, too."

Clark immediately said that he also wanted to hear a bedtime story.

"No, Clark, I brought it up first, you should get in line."

A-Zu said unhappily.

"This isn't a competition."

Seeing the two quarreling again, Peter had no choice but to speak out to stop them: "Don't quarrel, you two can be together."

In Zu's room, Clark and Zu were lying on the bed, looking at Peter expectantly.

Peter picked up a book and asked, "So, what story do you want to hear tonight?"

A Zu immediately said impatiently: "Stories about gypsies or Indians, Dad, have you heard their stories?"

Ever since he had wandered around Ms. Nancy's fortune-telling house, he had become quite interested in the stories of these indigenous people.

"I've heard some."

Peter put the storybook aside, "Are you sure you want to listen?"

"determine."

Clark nodded and said that he was also quite interested in this kind of story.

"Have you heard the story of Chief Wooden?" Peter coughed and asked the two.

"No."

The two said in unison.

"Well, this is a story that happened a long time ago in a town similar to Smallville. There was an old man named Ray in the town. He had a store. This store used to be the center of the prosperous town, but as the town became deserted, the store gradually became deserted."

Peter said in a mysterious tone: "There is a wooden statue in front of his shop. It is a wooden chief."

"One day, an Indian named Benjamin came to see Rey. He brought a bag of priceless jewelry on behalf of his tribe as collateral for the money Rey had borrowed over the years."

"What then?"

A-Zu asked impatiently.

"Later, Benjamin's nephew, Sam, came to Ray's convenience store with two accomplices, killed Ray and his wife, and stole the bag of jewelry."

"The old wooden chief outside the door knew what was happening. In order to avenge Rey and his wife, the old wooden chief resurrected, painted himself with war paint, and went to the homes of the three bad guys to start revenge."

Since the revenge scene that follows is not suitable for children, Peter only briefly talks about it.

"At the end of the story, the old wooden chief returned to the convenience store and turned into a wooden sculpture again, guarding the store."

After hearing this, Azu and Clark had different expressions.

After digesting it for a while, Azu asked curiously, "Dad, can the wooden statues of Indians really come to life? Do they know black magic?"

"do not know."

Peter shook his head. "Maybe it wasn't some kind of dark magic. It was just the emotions of Mr. and Mrs. Rey that drove the Wooden Chief to resurrect."

"Godfather, I think so too."

Clark nodded in agreement with Peter. "Greed always controls people's fragile emotions, but I think the most valuable things are the promises kept to each other and the selfless and sincere emotions."

After hearing this story, Clark suddenly knew how to refute Zu's remarks about the monkey's paw.

Peter looked at Clark in surprise when he heard this.

This kid is so young, yet he can say such insightful words?
Lost in thought, he looked at A-Zu.

By the way, should we let A-Zu read Nietzsche as well?

at the same time.

The construction site of the Luther Group Industrial Park, which the Chief had visited during the day.

The security staff was about to refuel the pickup truck when they heard a rustling sound coming from the nearby bushes.

Hearing the strange sound, he immediately put down the oil barrel and turned around suddenly.

A dark shadow seemed to flash through the bushes in the shadows, and a strange aura came.

"Damn it!"

Having a bad feeling in his heart, he immediately ran towards the pickup truck.

He opened the car door with a bang, hurriedly took out the toolbox, and then took out a pistol from it.

Trying hard to suppress the fear in his heart, he loaded the bullet.

After doing everything, he quickly jumped out of the car and looked towards the bushes.

As a result, he saw a huge, snow-white wolf standing in front of him, staring at him with a faint light in its eyes.

The frightened security guard dared not move. The aura emanating from the giant wolf made the blood in his body seem to freeze.

After a moment, he forced down his fear, took a deep breath, and focused on the gun in his hand.

(End of this chapter)