Mo Yan collected many herbs on the road. One herb may not seem like much, but when several are combined, unexpected results can be achieved.
Upon hearing Mo Yan's words, One-Eyed rushed over immediately.
Mo Yan smiled coldly and pulled out an iron chain from the side.
There are even chains here; these people are truly trash.
Mo Yan immediately took action, wielding the iron chain fiercely at them. One-Eyed was instantly killed as the chain struck his knee, causing him to kneel on the ground.
"You! Are you here to cause trouble?" The pain in his knees enraged him, and he pointed directly at Mo Yan, shouting, "Beat him! If I don't kill him today, I'm not a Bai!"
Mo Yan smiled after hearing this, "Alright, let's see who kills whom."
She also wanted to spend some quality time with them today.
Everyone rushed at her, and Mo Yan dealt with them one by one. Some tried to pounce on her from behind, but Mo Yan turned around, and they ran right into her.
One against sixteen would normally be impossible, but now Mo Yan was furious and dealt them all a brutal blow, smashing them until they couldn't get up.
Each one they smashed was one less, until finally only five people remained.
Who exactly are you?
They looked at Mo Yan, panting. Doesn't this woman ever get tired?
"I am here to take your life."
Mo Yan fought them again. When they all fell down, Mo Yan went to the extra spots on them, took out needles, and stuck them into each one of them.
"ah"
"ah!"
"ah!"
A series of wails rang out, and Mo Yan sneered before looking at her hand.
I was slashed in the foot, and now I'm covered in blood.
But it's okay, it's not over yet.
Mo Yan lit the herbs and began to tell them stories.
“Look, who’s come here with you? It’s a girl with a long braid… She came here thinking she was just going to work… Now look what’s happened, she’s come back as a vengeful ghost, and she was carrying a baby, a baby you dug out yourself…”
Those people seemed to have truly seen those vengeful ghosts, those girls they had killed; they all looked terrifying, and they had come back to haunt them.
They gnawed at their legs, gnawed at their faces, and tried to tear a piece of flesh from their bodies.
The woman in the room had been watching them the whole time. Now that she saw that they were all powerless to resist, she suddenly found the strength to get up, grab a stick, and rush over to beat them mercilessly.
They hit their bodies, their legs, and even their positions.
She took the knife beside her and went to stomp on their spots one by one. Those sticks, chains, and knives were all left there by those scumbags.
Mo Yan was seriously injured and unable to stop it.
"Are you crazy? The police will be back soon. Do you want to go to jail for doing this?"
Even if these people are guilty of heinous crimes and deserve to die, she will go to jail; she shouldn't be buried with them.
"I've already dealt with them," Mo Yan tried to regain her composure.
"Not enough!" The woman's eyes were bloodshot as she looked at them as if they were disgusting creatures. "I want them dead! I want them all dead! I want to chop them all into mincemeat!"
She hadn't felt anything at first, but when she saw this girl defeat them all by herself, she realized that she had probably crippled their excess parts, but that wasn't enough. She was going to stomp on them, chop them all up.
“I want them all to die, they all to die. They destroyed me, and I will destroy them too.”
I'm not afraid of death, I'm not afraid of going to jail, I just want them to turn into mincemeat!
Watching others take revenge is nowhere near as satisfying as taking it yourself.
The hatred in her eyes was so intense; it was a desperate desire to destroy the world along with it.
She no longer wanted to live.
“I used to have a happy family. I wanted to earn more money to buy my child a new schoolbag. Someone told me that I could earn one or two hundred yuan a day by working in a factory.”
She looked at the knife in her hand, which was covered in blood, and suddenly she laughed, burst into laughter, but then she started crying.
"I just wanted to earn some money for a few days, but who knew I would end up in this place."
My whole life is ruined. I'm not clean anymore. I'm not clean anymore.
She looked at the knife in her hand. She was no longer clean. What was the point of living?
What is the point of her living?
It would be better if she were dead.
Death brings liberation.
Yes, death is a relief.
A glimmer of light suddenly appeared in her lifeless eyes, and whatever that light was, she was determined to grasp it.
She picked up the knife and slashed it forcefully at her own neck.
She closed her eyes.
She knew she was about to be free.
In that instant, Mo Yan snatched the knife from her, and in that same instant, the door was opened.
When the police arrived, all Lin Bieli could see was Mo Yan covered in blood.
"Mo Yan!"
Mo Yan gripped her hand tightly, "If you die, you'll be free, and they'll be happy."
Your man will find another woman, and your child will have a stepmother.
With a stepmother comes a stepfather, and with a stepfather, your child is like a grasshopper in someone else's hand—she has to do whatever he tells her to do. From then on, she'll be living in hell. Is that what you want?
Hearing about the child pulled the woman back from the brink of despair.
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