When the woman spoke, her belly bulged one after another, and the two blood-stained rutou on her chest turned into two eyes, and the navel opened wide and turned into a mouth, and the voice from her abdominal cavity sounded like an urn.

Ma Fuqing knew that it was his wife, and he wanted to tell her not to come, but he couldn't say anything or make any moves. Then he remembered that he was dead, and was lying upright on the ground. Next to him was his brother, who was still looking at him and smiling.

The woman raised her hand and reached into her neck, and pulled out a bloody saw with a lot of minced flesh on the teeth. Her blood-red eyes were bulging, and the mouth on Bai Huahua's belly was still saying:

"Give me back my head—"

Ma Fuqing watched as the headless woman squatted down and cut off his head with a saw. Sharp serrations scraped against the skin of his neck, and blood seeped out at once.

He's dead, but he can still feel the heart-rending pain. He remembered that when he cut off the head of her wife's corpse with his own hands, could she still feel such pain?

The saw creaked, and blood gushed out, making a large puddle on the ground. Ma Fuquan laughed beside him, and when he saw that the saw had cut to the bottom and his head had fallen off, he clapped his hands and shouted.

Ma Fuqing was sure that he was dead, he couldn't die anymore, and even his head had fallen off, but he could still feel a cool breeze blowing into his internal organs at his neck.

The woman carried his head and left, while Ma Fuquan picked up his body and ran in the other direction.

"Hey, where are you going? You can't separate me! Ma Fuqing shouted, but he was actually dead and didn't shout anything.

Ma Fuquan ran to an abandoned fish pond and threw Ma Fuqing's body into a pond overgrown with aquatic weeds. The woman came to the bottom of a large locust tree, dug a pit, and buried his head in it.

Ma Fuqing waited for a long time, as if it was a century. He could feel his mouth and nose stuffed with dirt, and an earthworm crawled past his cheek, into his nose, and out of his ear. While his brain was overgrown with maggots, his body was swollen and rotting among the aquatic plants in the distance.

Ma Fuquan and the headless woman are gone, and I don't know where they went.

The decomposing headless corpse stubbornly crawled out of the pond slowly, fingers clasped into the dirt, little by little in the direction of the skull. I don't know how long it has been, maybe more than a century. He climbed to the edge of the old locust tree, dug up the earth with his hands, dug out the rotten head, and put it around his neck.

Maggots and centipedes crawled all over his face, but he couldn't care so much.

He inhaled hard.

Yes!

The smell of fresh air is so good!

It's good to be alive!

However, just as he thought he had regained his life and rejoiced in it, he was breathing greedily when a tall, thin man suddenly walked up to him.

The man's cheekbones protruded, there was almost no flesh on his cheeks, and his two eye sockets were sunken in black circles, and from a distance, he looked like a ghost.

"Yang Baoguo!" Ma Fuqing recognized it at a glance.

Yang Baoguo didn't speak, his face was gloomy, like the sky before the rain. He had a basin in his hand, and the basin was full of water.

Ma Fuqing had a premonition that something bad was going to happen, and just as he wanted to run, four strong men wearing detention center uniforms appeared out of nowhere and pressed him to the ground.

Yang Baoguo put the basin on the ground, took out another pack of napkins, took out a few from it, and covered Ma Fuqing's face. Then dip your hand into the basin with some water and sprinkle it on a paper towel.

Ma Fuqing immediately felt a little difficult to breathe. He had just struggled to crawl back from the land of death, and was greedily breathing in the fresh air of life, and suddenly he was back on the brink of death.

His body was held down by four strong men, and he couldn't move. He could only blow hard, trying to blow the tissue off his face, but the water-soaked tissue was like a magnet firmly sucking on his face, and as soon as it was blown open, only a little air leaked in, and it was immediately tightly covered.

"Please, let me go!" Ma Fuqing shouted through a tissue.

He didn't want to die again. The feeling of death was too painful, not only because of the brutality of the death, but also because he had to watch himself die every time. The overlap of near-death fear, helplessness, despair, and death pain is overwhelming.

"Spare you?" Yang Baoguo sneered, "Did you let me go at the beginning?" ”

Ma Fuqing said: "Whatever you want, I'll give it to you, please, let me go!" ”

Yang Baoguo said: "Is anything okay? ”

Ma Fuqing said: "All my money, goods, and channels belong to you!" Oh yes, you like women, I have a lot of mistresses, I have a lover in Spring City who is an Internet celebrity anchor, and Shenzhou and Yangcheng also have a few college students. If you like, you'll be given everything! ”

Yang Baoguo smiled and asked, "Are you willing?" ”

Ma Fuqing nodded desperately.

Yang Baoguo took off the tissue on Ma Fuqing's face, took out his mobile phone to turn on the recording, and said: "Then you can tell all your things, including your upper home, lower family, customers, women, as well as the location of the hidden goods and the place of trading." ”

"Yes...... yes" Ma Fuqing began to explain his affairs little by little, as if he was reciting a manuscript, and the memories of the crime in his brain kept coming out.

"I've said it all, you let me go." Ma Fuqing said after explaining everything he could think of.

Yang Baoguo showed a hideous smile on his face: "Let you go?" Unless you bring me back to life! ”

He slowly added tissues to Ma Fuqing's face, and sprinkled a little water with each one. After adding four layers, Ma Fuqing couldn't breathe in a little air at all.

"Hmm...... Mmmmmm......" Ma Fu's eyes widened in horror, his body kept shaking, and the white tissue was sucked into his mouth and nose by inhaling too hard in his lungs, and his face was clearly imprinted on his face, like a plaster cast.

Ma Fuqing watched himself die again. The feeling of being suffocated by wet tissues was 10,000 times more painful than being strangled to death by his brother.

He just lay there straight. The stars in the sky were densely packed, as if countless eyes were looking at him. He didn't know where he was, but he could see both the sky and his dead self.

I'm going to die this time!

At this time, he wished that he would go to hell quickly. However, what he was waiting for was not the Yellow Springs imp who led him on his way, but the sound of tapping and tapping footsteps.

"Congratulations, you've made it." Aoki walked up to him lazily, put his hands in his trouser pockets, bent down to look at Ma Fuqing lying on the ground and said, "Then let's discuss how you should die." ”