"Mother, you rest, I'll take care of it."
Ma Hehua looked at her mother with a fawning expression.
He turned his head, and his charming face immediately turned ruthless.
Cuihua stammered, "No, you promised Huang Sanlang you'd let me go."
Ma Hehua sighed and picked at her ear.
"Sorry, I didn't hear anything."
Her laughter was so shameless, it was almost unbearable to watch.
"I'll chop that lynx into eight pieces, mince it like meat paste!" he said menacingly, approaching Cuihua step by step.
He drew his broadsword from his back. "Ha! Bah! You little slut, have a good journey ahead! Hehehe..."
Ma Hehua's broadsword drew a sharp arc in the air, whistling as it slashed down towards the head of the white weasel, Cuihua.
With a muffled "plop," before Cuihua could even utter a final cry, blood splattered everywhere like a fountain.
In that instant, time seemed to stand still.
Cuihua's body slumped to the ground, the terror and despair still lingering in her eyes.
Looking at the scene before her, Ma Hehua revealed a cruel smile, her wicked face appearing even more ferocious against the backdrop of blood.
She slowly sheathed her broadsword, the blood dripping from the blade and pooling on the ground in a shocking red stain.
Ma Hehua let out a chilling laugh, "Hehehe...you little slut, this is what happens when you go against us."
The surrounding air seemed to freeze at the sight of the bloody scene, the silence so profound it was suffocating.
A gentle breeze blew by, carrying a hint of blood, as if telling the story of the cruel scene that had just unfolded.
Ma Hehua stood there, like a demon emerging from hell, sending chills down one's spine.
By this time, the white weasel had already lost its life forever.
Its former agility and cunning have vanished, leaving only a cold corpse.
Its dreams and its struggles came to an abrupt end at this moment.
Life is so fragile, utterly vulnerable in the face of Ma Hehua's ruthlessness.
Ma Hehua showed no remorse whatsoever. She turned around and walked towards her mother, her face once again displaying that ingratiating expression, as if nothing had happened.
"Pah! When the Ma family likes you, they'll give you some face. When they don't, what are you anyway?"
Her mother promised her, but not her, so... let her die!
He took out the Soul-Capturing Bell, shook it, and declared, "If you're going to kill, kill them all; there won't be any future troubles."
"No, I can't die yet."
When the white weasel formed its spirit, it was immediately killed by Ma Hehua.
Sorry, everyone who encountered them was wiped out!
You can't expect miracles.
Because of this incident, the three members of the Ma family felt even more dislike for those demons.
On a dark and windy night, in Black Wind Village, shadowy figures roamed, a group of ghosts and demons clearing a road.
Looking at the chicken droppings all over the yard, Ma Hehua felt extremely distressed, especially at the entrance of her house, where a huge pile of droppings had accumulated.
"Ah... Damn it, killing it would be too lenient."
"Stop talking, call those good-for-nothings to come and deal with it!" After all, those ghosts can't get into the Ma family's house.
"Mother, who should we call?"
Ma Hehua asked.
"Let's call Sanmao over!" Ma Linghua said casually.
"Okay, I'll call them right away."
In the quiet night, the phone rang abruptly, breaking the silence.
"Mom's calling! Mom's calling!"
Fangfang looked at the caller ID and felt a surge of excitement. It had been five years since she last met her third brother's parents.
"Third brother, your mother called."
Fangfang's voice carried a hint of urgency and anticipation.
Sanmao, who was exercising, was stunned when she heard this, and then seemed to freeze in place.
However, the next second, with a loud "bang!", Sanmao fell off the treadmill.
He stood up awkwardly, his face full of astonishment and panic.
Sanmao's heart raced instantly, and countless thoughts churned in her mind.
His hand trembled slightly as he slowly reached for his phone, but stopped just before touching it.
He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.
Finally, he mustered his courage and immediately pressed the call button.
A familiar voice came from the other end of the phone, and Sanmao's eyes instantly welled up with tears.
“Sanmao, your grandma, sister, and I are going home. By the way, drive to the village now. This yard full of chicken droppings is waiting for you to clean up.”
Sanmao: "…………………………"
Couldn't we just let him be moved for a few seconds?
He opened his mouth, but found himself at a loss for words.
Meanwhile, Fangfang watched Sanmao nervously from the side, and she could feel the turmoil in Sanmao's heart.
"Okay! I'm coming."
"Third Brother, how is Auntie? I'll go see her when she has time," Fangfang said tentatively.
Sanmao hung up the phone and stared intently at her, asking seriously, "Do you really want to interview my mother and the others?"
"Yes!" Fangfang nodded frantically.
"Alright then! Pack your things and come back to the village with me."
This is free labor, so why not use it? Besides, Fangfang has been running her own business through live streaming for the past few years and has some money, which should be enough for his dowry.
After thinking for a moment, Sanmao sent a message in the brothers' group.
Five brothers
Sanmao: [My mother wants me to go back to the village tonight to clean. Anyone want to go?]
I waited for five minutes... ten minutes...
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