Ma Hehua stuck out her buttocks and furtively stared at the room where they used to live, looking just like a wary fox.
Her eyes were fixed on the direction of the room, with a sinister yet profound look, as if endless secrets were hidden there.
At that moment, a chilling scream suddenly echoed through the room.
The sound was sharp and shrill, like a desperate cry from the depths of hell, sending chills down one's spine.
"Little sister, what are you looking at?"
Mei Youqian felt rather bored being alone, so she walked over out of curiosity. She looked in the direction Ma Hehua was looking and asked with a puzzled expression.
Ma Hehua quickly looked away and replied calmly, "I didn't see anything. I need to check if anyone has gone in."
She was secretly making plans in her heart, after all, her mother had said that once these people died, their immense wealth would come, which made her quite excited.
Just then, another terrified scream came from the room.
"Painting...Painting Immortal, what...what are you going to do?"
The woman's voice trembled, filled with fear.
"What am I doing? You're such an idiot. I've already eaten people, and you're still asking why?"
The voice of the Painted Skin Demon was cold and cruel.
She licked her scarlet tongue, her eyes revealing greed and madness. She knew she had to be quick, otherwise she wouldn't be able to eat much meat when those evil spirits and vengeful ghosts came in.
The atmosphere in the room was extremely tense; fear, like an invisible rope, tightly bound everyone.
The chilling screams and the cold words of the painted-skin ghost intertwined to create a terrifying scene that sent shivers down one's spine.
Mei Youqian stood outside, her heart filled with unease and fear.
"Then... what's in there?"
"Are you stupid! Besides that painting fairy... oh no! Besides that painted-skin ghost, what else could it be?"
Ma Hehua immediately changed her tune, saying that only her daughter was qualified to call her a fairy or anything like that, and those ghosts had no right to call her that.
At this moment, Zhuang Baiyi, who was eavesdropping... no! openly listening, felt a surge of fear.
He was a businessman and a smart man, and Ma Hehua's words were like a revelation to him.
That's right, with monsters everywhere, how could there possibly be any painting immortals?
"Snap!"
With a loud crash, the doors and windows were smashed open instantly by the enormous impact.
Those inhuman, ghostly monsters swarmed in like a tide, baring their fangs and brandishing their claws, their faces ferocious, as if they were demons from hell.
The room erupted into chaos, filled with terrified screams and the roars of monsters.
However, the room fell silent in no time.
It was as if the commotion just moments before was a nightmare, and everything had vanished without a trace.
At this moment, Ma Linghua straightened her clothes and swaggered back.
She walked with confident strides, as if everything was under her control.
Ma Linghua walked straight into the room, and the sight before her made her frown.
Apart from a shocking pool of blood, there was almost nothing left in the room, but soon her gaze was drawn to a figure.
She saw the painted-skin ghost sneaking around picking up things.
"Damn it, put it down! You damned dog, put down your things, that's my Ma family's money."
Ma Hehua's roar was like a thunderclap, instantly blasting away the surrounding ghosts.
Her voice was filled with anger and authority, like that of an inviolable beast.
The powerful aura seemed to freeze the surrounding air. The Painted Skin Ghost was startled by the sudden roar and almost dropped what he was holding.
She looked at Ma Hehua in horror, her eyes filled with fear.
In this tense atmosphere, Zhuang Baiyi's heart was filled with complex emotions.
Ma Hehua was so angry that her eyes turned red, and she looked as if she could breathe fire.
Seeing her angry expression, the painted-skin demon hurriedly said, "Master, I have offended you. I will put it down immediately."
With that, the Painted Skin Demon gritted his teeth and took out half of his net worth.
Looking at the suddenly appearing gold and silver jewelry, Ma Hehua's anger subsided slightly.
Her gaze swept over the treasures, and her distress lessened by half.
Great, my earlier urge to immediately, instantly, and swiftly eliminate the urge to perform a ritual for the deceased has lessened by half.
Ma Linghua reacted quickly, immediately taking out a bag and beginning to pack the property at lightning speed.
Her movements were practiced and nimble, as if she were afraid that the treasures would suddenly disappear.
A greedy look appeared on her face, her eyes fixed on the glittering gold and silver jewelry.
Ma Lihua quietly looked out the window, her eyes narrowing as a strong sense of unease welled up inside her.
She felt something was wrong, very wrong.
If everyone on the boat died, then the boatmen should have died too.
But if they all die, then who is pushing this ship?
Her eyes were filled with doubt and wariness. She began to carefully observe her surroundings, but she could see nothing but darkness outside the window.
"Grandma, the boat is still moving!"
After packing up the last of her jewelry, Ma Linghua went to the window and glanced at the outside.
A sense of curiosity welled up in her heart; it was truly bizarre that the ship was still moving forward despite everyone else being in a daze.
After thinking for a moment, Ma Linghua called out to Ma Hehua, "Hehua, come here for a moment. My eyesight is failing me and I can't see things outside clearly. Come and take a look."
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