"Cough cough cough!" Old Man Yang coughed a few times, got up, and looked up with a gloomy face. He saw Ma Hehua holding down the crazy Mao Xiaofeng.
Mao Xiaofeng is no longer a normal person.
Not only did she look ferocious, but she also had a mouthful of fangs, a bluish-black face, and sharp, long fingernails. This was clearly a zombie!
Under the dim light of the old house, Mao Xiaofeng's figure appeared particularly sinister and terrifying.
Her once clear and bright eyes were now bloodshot, like burning flames, spewing endless anger and madness.
That fierce gaze seemed capable of devouring one's soul, making people afraid to meet its eyes.
Her mouth was wide open, revealing a set of jagged fangs, sharp and pointed, gleaming with a chilling light in the dim light.
Each fang was like a deadly weapon, seemingly ready to tear everything in its path at any moment.
Then she raised her hand to slap Ma Hehua, but luckily Ma Hehua was strong and the claw didn't hurt her, but it made her let go of Mao Xiaofeng.
The three men looked at her ashen face, as if covered by a thousand years of frost, devoid of any vitality or warmth.
The bluish-black skin was taut against the bones, highlighting the jagged outline, making it look like a withered zombie.
The muscles on his face were twisted and deformed, presenting a bizarre expression that was both crying and laughing, which was terrifying.
Veins bulged on her forehead, like a group of venomous snakes crawling about, ready to launch a fatal attack at any moment.
Then look at her fingernails; they are sharp and long.
The tips of the nails are sharp as needles, gleaming with a metallic sheen.
Each fingernail is like a meticulously crafted blade, curved and menacing.
The long fingernails scratched across the walls of the house, making a chilling hissing sound, as if announcing its danger and lethality to the world around it.
The edges of the nails were stained with some unknown blood and dirt, which sent chills down one's spine.
Mao Xiaofeng moved forward slowly, her steps heavy and stiff, each step seemingly carrying immense force.
She leaned forward slightly, her hands outstretched, her sharp nails drawing eerie arcs in the air.
Her hair was disheveled and draped over her shoulders, swaying with her movements like a burning black flame.
As she approached the three members of the Ma family, a pungent, putrid stench assaulted her nostrils.
It was a smell mixed with death and decay, making one's stomach churn.
Her breathing was heavy and rapid, each breath like a roar from the depths of hell.
A low growl escaped her throat, as if expressing endless pain and resentment.
The surrounding air seemed to freeze under her terrifying aura, becoming cold and oppressive.
The once quiet space was now filled with an eerie silence, with only Mao Xiaofeng's heavy footsteps and low growls echoing.
Where she passed, she left deep scratches on the ground, as if she had been torn apart by the claws of a demon.
Darkness followed her like a shadow, as if she were a demon crawling out of the abyss of darkness.
Her figure appeared and disappeared in the dark room, adding to the mysterious and terrifying atmosphere.
Mao Xiaofeng suddenly stopped. She raised her head and looked at the three members of the Ma family in front of her, her eyes flashing with a strange light.
Her lips trembled slightly. At that moment, Old Yang appeared, seemingly chanting some incantations that were difficult to understand.
As he chanted, the surrounding temperature plummeted, and a chilling coldness surged up his spine, making him shiver uncontrollably.
"Ah!" Mao Xiaofeng suddenly let out a scream, the sound sharp and piercing, as if it would shatter the clouds.
Her body trembled violently, her hands flailing wildly in the air, her sharp nails drawing dazzling streaks of light in the air.
Her expression became even more distorted and ferocious, as if she were enduring immense pain.
Amidst the terrifying screams, everything around seemed to become unreal.
The walls began to shake, and dust fell from the ceiling.
The lights flickered, as if they might go out at any moment.
The entire space descended into chaos and fear.
Mao Xiaofeng suddenly lunged forward, her speed as fast as lightning, leaving no time for anyone to react.
Her goal is Ma Lihua………………
Ma Linghua: "……………………"
Ma Hehua: "……………………"
The two men immediately made way for her; it was time for Pear Blossom to show off her real skills.
Ma Lihua looked at Mao Xiaofeng with a flippant expression, listening to the desperate roar coming from her mouth.
But she showed no mercy. She watched as Mao Xiaofeng extended her sharp nails and stabbed towards her throat. Just at that critical moment, a bright light suddenly shone, illuminating the entire space.
Ma Linghua and Ma Hehua had already taken out and put on the sunglasses they had prepared.
Old Yang: "???"
He was almost blinded by the light.
The bright light shone on Mao Xiaofeng, who covered her eyes in pain and let out a shrill scream.
Her body began to tremble and gradually became blurry.
As the bright light continued to shine, Mao Xiaofeng's figure swayed unsteadily, and a sense of fear gripped her heart.
Holding a large sword, Ma Lihua's eyes were icy as she looked at the zombified and irrational Mao Xiaofeng and asked, "Grandma, Grandma Xiaofeng is beyond saving. What do you think we should do?"
Her voice sounded exceptionally clear in the quiet and eerie atmosphere, yet it carried a hint of calm.
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