"You're a piece of shit who gave birth to a son without an anus. You're a whole family without conscience. You're blacker than a crow. You're a short-lived puppet who deserves death. You're the bastard born by an old turtle. Open the door for me now..." Ma Jinhua cursed angrily while banging on the gate.
After cursing a few times, the yard door opened.
Huang Laoer's wife's weathered face was exposed, and she asked timidly, "Aunt, what do you have..."
Before Huang Laoer's wife could say anything, Ma Jinhua pushed her hard, making her stumble. "Get out of here! You black-hearted thief! You dare to steal my old hens? You don't want to live anymore."
"No, no..." Huang Laoer's wife waved her hands in panic, her eyes evasive, full of guilt.
"No?" Ma Jinhua sneered and strode into the yard. "Bah! I've eaten more salt than you've eaten rice. And you're so stupid as to think you can deceive me!"
"I, I..." Huang Laoer's wife's face turned even paler, and she looked completely at a loss.
"Hmph! You evil-hearted thing, you deserve not to be able to give birth to a son! You deserve to be treated like a slave at home and still not get any thanks! Ugh!" After Ma Jinhua spat loudly and cursed, she went straight to the main room.
Huang Laoer's wife is a timid girl. She doesn't have the courage to steal other people's chickens. Of course, Ma Jinhua goes to find the real owner.
The person who stole the chicken was either the shameless old shrew Niu or the second-rate thief Huang Laoer.
"Niu, you old whore, you kept Huang Laoer, a scoundrel, and your whole family is only doing petty thefts! You bastards will go to hell after you die..."
Cursing, Ma Jinhua rushed to the front of the main hall with murderous intent and pushed open the half-closed door.
As the main door was pushed open, the first thing that came into view was a pair of eyes as big as an ox, with a look of unwillingness to die.
In the main hall, Widow Qian, who lived next door to Huang Laoer's house, threw herself on the table, looking towards the door with her face sideways, her wide-open eyes filled with fear and pain.
At the foot of the table, Huang Laoer fell to the ground, his body twitching, foaming at the mouth, and unconscious.
Niu also fell to the ground, throwing herself at the threshold, as if trying to crawl out, her hands tightly clutching her throat...
The rage was extinguished by the cold water. The scene before her was like a pair of big hands tightly gripping Ma Jinhua's throat, and the cursing stopped abruptly.
Ma Jinhua was so frightened that she stood there in shock, forgetting to breathe.
And the old hen she was thinking about was on the eight-immortals table.
The steaming, golden chicken soup exuded a rich aroma and was particularly tempting. However, at this moment, the aroma of the meat was like a guillotine, which made people shudder.
Hearing the noise, Niu, who was struggling, raised her head with all her strength. After seeing Ma Jinhua, her eyes suddenly lit up and burst out with incomparable vitality. She stretched out her hand and grabbed Ma Jinhua's ankle. She opened her mouth hard and uttered with difficulty, "Help, help..."
“Ah, ah!”
Suddenly her ankle was grabbed, and Ma Jinhua, who had just come to her senses, screamed in fear instinctively.
This, this, this...
Even though it was the coldest time of the year, Ma Jinhua broke out in a cold sweat. She had just witnessed a scene that she shouldn't have seen!
It's murder!
The haggard face of Huang Laoer's wife suddenly appeared in Ma Jinhua's mind.
Don't judge a person by appearance. Once an honest person is pushed to the limit...
murderer!
run!
Ma Jinhua's brain had already reacted, but her body was a step slower. Before she could even take a step, a life-threatening voice rang softly in her ears, "Since you're here, stay!"
My neck felt cold and a sharp pain came at the same time.
She reflexively covered her neck with her hands and immediately felt something sticky. Ma Jinhua widened her eyes in horror and her body began to tremble uncontrollably.
Blood!
The bleeding can't be stopped!
Subconsciously turning her head, Ma Jinhua saw Huang Laoer's wife behind her. She was holding a blood-red knife in her hand and had a bright smile on her face. She looked particularly weird and creepy, like an evil ghost demanding her life.
“Woo, woo…”
Ma Jinhua, who was completely speechless, had only one thought in her mind: run!
Live!
Covering her neck which was bleeding, Ma Jinhua fought tenaciously for survival and tried to escape.
She had only run a few steps when the cold metal pierced into her back. The pain was indescribable and made her feel a thousand times more painful than death.
The moment the knife was pulled out, Ma Jinhua's body twitched violently and she fell to the ground, twitching like a fish out of water.
"Mom, it's your turn!"
Huang Laoer's wife turned around and smiled sweetly at Niu.
Niu on the ground was so frightened that her eyes widened as she shook her head desperately...
…
Lin Xiaoman, with her thin arms and legs, ran hard towards Huang Laoer's house. When she saw a wisp of black smoke rising in that direction, she knew that it was done.
Sure enough, System 75 notified us, "Our mission has been completed, Ma Jinhua has also been resolved, and the work is complete."
'Thanks for your hard work! '
Lin Xiaoman felt only admiration and envy in his heart.
If you want to hide this from the Heavenly Dao, it seems you still need an assistant!
Two-person task, cooperation with each other, can achieve twice the result with half the effort!
Who was the original owner of No. 75?
It’s Huang Laoer’s wife!
In this era, there are miserable people, especially miserable women, everywhere. You can easily find someone who has made a comeback.
Well, it’s easy if you have high strength. A newbie like her who has just learned how to start tasks still needs to continue to study hard.
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