"Smack!"
Ma Hehua was slapped hard on the back of the head, her head buzzing.
"Mom, why did you hit me?" She looked aggrieved, her stunningly beautiful yet devilish face revealing a hint of discomfort as if she had eaten shit.
"If you can't speak properly, then don't speak at all. Stay out of the way. You've got a face but no brains. What a waste."
Ma Hehua immediately shrank her neck, and the gun in her hand no longer appealed to her.
Ma Linghua's eyes were sharp as she stared intently at the kitchen doorway, her gaze seemingly able to pierce through the darkness and see through everything.
Her clear and firm voice broke the brief silence: "Come out! What's the point of hiding in the shadows and peeking? You might as well look openly."
Her posture was upright, like a pine tree standing proudly against the snow and frost, exuding an aura that could not be underestimated in this tense atmosphere.
"Hahaha……"
A burst of loud, energetic male laughter erupted from the kitchen, echoing in the small space, carrying a hint of wildness and unruliness.
"You little vixen, you're quite skilled. Why don't you stay and be my wife? I guarantee you'll live a life of luxury and stay young forever."
His words carried a hint of mockery and frivolity, yet also seemed to conceal an unfathomable confidence.
As the sound faded, a pair of large, strong hands slowly pulled at the curtain.
The veins on his hands bulged, as if they contained boundless power, and each finger was thick and strong, as if forged from steel.
Immediately afterwards, a figure walked out of the kitchen.
He was a middle-aged man from Northeast China wearing a padded jacket. He was tall and robust, standing in front of everyone like a small mountain.
His face was broad and ruddy, like bronze that had been exposed to the sun for a long time, exuding a healthy and simple aura.
Beneath his thick eyebrows, a pair of bright, piercing eyes gleamed with shrewdness and sharpness, as if they could see through everything in the world.
He had a high nose bridge, full lips, and a slightly upturned mouth with a faint smile, making it difficult to fathom his thoughts.
His short, thick, jet-black hair, standing straight up, added to his rugged charm.
He walked with steady steps, each step seemingly causing the ground to tremble slightly, exuding an innate majesty and domineering aura.
"Ha! Bah! Who do you think you are? Marry my mother? How can you be so shameless? My father is perfectly fine! With your fat head and big ears, I wouldn't even want you if you were given to me... Oh... no, you can't give you to me, I have a wealthy man. You should be given to the matchmaker!"
That old woman really likes men like that. Fine, she'll do a good deed and let the two of them meet sometime.
Xi Po: "…………………………"
Thank you so much.
The man wasn't angry, which was good; his emotions were quite stable.
Hua Niang swayed her slender waist and moved as lightly as a snake behind the man. Her face was covered with a flattering smile, but her eyes revealed a hint of fear and unease.
Her movements were careful, as if she were afraid of displeasing the man.
At the same time, Lao Niu hurriedly followed, his steps slightly hurried, his body leaning slightly forward, his face full of flattery.
In stark contrast to the reactions of Hua Niang and Lao Niu, Xiao Ping on the floor was wailing in agony.
Her voice was mournful and desperate, sounding particularly jarring in the silent space.
However, the man ignored Xiaoping's cries of pain, a look of disdain flashing across his face, as if Xiaoping's suffering was as insignificant as an ant in his eyes.
Then, without hesitation, he swung the axe in his hand, which drew a sharp arc in the air, accompanied by a whistling sound.
"Bang bang bang!"
After a few dull thuds, Xiaoping was completely chopped into several large pieces.
Blood splattered everywhere, staining the ground red, and the air was filled with a pungent smell of blood.
But a cruel smile appeared on the man's face, a smile that sent chills down one's spine, as if he were enjoying the bloody process.
"Old Niu, drag her away, boil some water, I'll skin her later."
The man spoke casually, as if what he had just done was a trivial matter.
His tone was flat, without the slightest emotional fluctuation, as if he were instructing someone on a very ordinary household chore.
"Yes, boss, I'll go right away."
Old Niu quickly responded, his voice filled with urgency and obedience.
After saying that, Lao Niu quickly got to work, his speed was astonishing, as if he was afraid that the slightest delay would provoke the man's dissatisfaction.
He bent down, fearlessly grabbed Xiaoping's already broken body, and dragged him forcefully towards the door.
There was no trace of pity on his face, only absolute obedience to the man's orders.
Dragged by the old ox, a long trail of blood was left on the ground, resembling a ferocious centipede, a horrifying sight.
The entire scene was bloody and terrifying, like a nightmare from hell, making people's hair stand on end.
The three members of the Ma family displayed a chilling indifference to this bloody scene.
Their faces remained completely expressionless, as if everything happening before them had nothing to do with them.
In their hearts, this really had nothing to do with them. Xiaoping had previously tried to harm them, and now that he was dead, it was a relief for them.
This indifference stems from the instinct for self-preservation and disregard for the enemy; in this unknown world, their personalities remain so...simple and honest.
Ma Linghua then turned her gaze to the man, her eyes filled with disdain and mockery. She said casually, "Tsk tsk tsk! Hopeless! Even if you integrate Huang Daxian into your body, it won't change the fact that you are human, it won't change the fact that you will grow old, and it won't change... the fact that you are a beast."
Her tone was calm, yet every word was like a knife, piercing the man fiercely.
She didn't even spare a glance for the man, as if looking at him even a few more times would be a desecration of herself and a betrayal of Zhongguo.
In Ma Linghua's mind, this man's actions had violated basic humanity and moral bottom lines. His cruelty and madness had reduced him to a being worse than an animal.
Look at her household spirit Huang Sanlang, and then look at this Huang Xian who has been integrated into a man's body. There is no comparison at all. It is not even as good as the Huang Xian in Songjiang Village.
She sat there, her posture upright, like a plum blossom standing proudly in the cold wind.
Her words, amidst the bloody and eerie atmosphere, were like a thunderclap, shattering the surface calm and exposing the ugliness hidden beneath.
"You have to give up something to gain something; those who do great things don't concern themselves with trifles."
The man didn't care whether the weasel lived or died; what he wanted was power and the secret to becoming an immortal.
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