Moreover, her son was still kowtowing desperately, and she couldn't just abandon him.

"It was all these people's idea! You killed them all... Please don't kill us, mother and child! Please..."

"How did they know I lived here?" Shen Jing's voice was icy.

"Last time...last time...didn't you move things upstairs? They all saw it!"

"But they call your son the eldest."

The woman was momentarily speechless and could only plead, "My son didn't do anything! And you're alright, aren't you?"

Shen Jing shook her head and chuckled softly, "Will things only be serious when I end up like Chunhua?"

Upon hearing her words, the woman turned deathly pale.

Only their family knows about this!

This man killed his wife, who had stood by him through thick and thin, and that wasn't enough; he also made her the family's food source. Apart from her, the rest of the family survived the snowy season unscathed.

When the flood came, they were glad they had killed her early, otherwise they wouldn't have had enough strength to escape.

Shen Jing glanced at the man kneeling on the ground, then looked at her watch.

Extreme heat makes it get light much faster.

It's better to deal with it sooner rather than later, so she can go back to sleep.

"Then you can handle these corpses."

After saying this, Shen Jing continued to arrange for the mother and son to deal with the six corpses.

Whether you throw it downstairs or drag it home, it doesn't matter.

Anyway, I can't stay on the 11th floor. In this kind of weather, the stench will definitely spread within half a day.

Her reputation at the base was irrelevant.

But piling the corpses at the gate affected her appetite.