At this time, a woman came out of the room, she was Huang Huiyun, Wu Congcong knew, but Heizi didn't know.

Ma Huangmao gestured at the black handle, asking him to come over and open the cloth bag for Huang Huiyun to see. Ma Huangmao did this because he didn't want his mother, Zhao, to know. When Heizi opened the cloth bag, Ma Huangmao said, after reading it, you quickly take it away, you can't put it here.

Huang Huiyun walked over and glanced at the opening of the cloth bag, and there was a bloody head inside, although it was deformed, but if you look closely, the more you look at it, the more familiar it becomes, yes, that is her husband Wang Jiamu, a damn man.

His dead eyes seemed to stare at her with hatred, and she shuddered and retreated into the room. Ma Huangmao chased after her and asked her, isn't it? Huang Huiyun nodded.

Ma Huangmao returned, took out the 200 hanging money that had been prepared from his body and stuffed it to Wu Congcong, Wu Congcong gave 100 hanging money sunspots in front of Ma Huangmao, and kept half of it for himself.

Ma Huangmao said, hurry up and tie the mouth of the bag tightly and take it away, you can't put it here.

Good. Heizi collected 100 hanging money, tied the bag tightly with a smile, and then carried it out, and disappeared into the dark night with Wu Congcong in a hurry.

As soon as the two strange men left, Zhao closed the door, and she could see clearly the scene of her son giving them money just now. At this moment, she walked into the wing room and asked Kuroko what was going on, what was in the cloth bag, you gave back the money, gave the money, and the guy with a black pot on his chin took the cloth bag away again......

Mom - you don't have to worry about this. Ma Huangmao looked at Zhao and emphasized, don't worry about our young people's affairs.

Zhao exited the room, still puzzled. It's like a soybean oil lamp in her hand that illuminates the other place, but it is dark under the lamp.

Zhao wanted to tell his wife Ma Huwei about the doubts in his heart, but Ma Huwei went to bed early and was snoring in the bedroom.

In the early hours of the morning, Zhao, who was sleeping in a daze, was woken up by the sound of a dog barking outside the door, she felt that since the two strangers came last night, it seemed that there were dogs barking all night, didn't the two strangers leave? She thought strangely.

A heavy cloth bag carried by the stranger with a black jaw shook in her mind, and lingered like a black shadow following her.

At this time, Ma Huwei also woke up, he spat out a foul breath in his mouth, tilted his head outward, and said impatiently, noisy people, the dog barked outside the door all night. He stretched out his hand and grabbed Zhao and said, You get up and drive the dog away.

Zhao is never lazy in bed, even if her wife doesn't urge, she plans to get up. At this point, she yawned and got up.

Usually the first thing to get up is to wash, this morning she went straight through the main room to the hall to open the door, only to see a big yellow dog outside the door suddenly jumped away, and then turned to look at her and chirped, as if something was wrong.

Zhao was about to walk out of the door, she took a step back in horror, it turned out that there was a cloth bag outside the door against the threshold, she was more familiar, and last night the stranger with a black pot on his chin carried it, she concluded that it was the cloth bag, what was in it, she was already puzzled, she calmed down, then stepped over the door, and opened the whole mouth of the cloth bag that had been half open.

When I opened it, I saw a bloody head in the cloth bag, the stiff face was facing the mouth of the bag, and a pair of eyes under the forehead, although dull, were open, and they were staring at Zhao's gaze, which looked particularly terrifying.

"Ahhh Zhao instinctively screamed and retreated into the gate.

The big yellow dog standing outside the door stopped barking, as if to complete a task, and wagged its tail, and when it saw that its master ignored it, it walked away in amusement. Of course, Zhao knew the reason why the big yellow dog barked at her door all night.

At this moment, she walked over and knocked on the door of the chamber, and said inside, Huang Mao, no, there is a cloth bag at the door, and there is a dead man's head in it, and it is bloody, as if the two strangers who came here last night deliberately threw it here.

Mom, don't make a statement to outsiders, someone may want to blame our family.

Zhao heard her son say this in the wing, so she didn't scream, she was very panicked in her heart, she came to the bedroom, and her wife Ma Huwei was getting dressed and getting up.

When he saw Zhao come in, he asked, what was your name just now? What's in the doorway? Zhao leaned closer to her and whispered that there was a cloth bag at the door, and there was a dead man's head inside.

What did you say? Ma Huwei didn't believe his ears and stared at her and asked.

Come with me. Zhao led Ma Huwei, who had already got up in his clothes, to the gate but did not see the cloth bag placed by the threshold, and was stunned, but saw that his son had taken the first step to carry the cloth bag into the house, turned around and said to them, this is someone to blame our family, we have to quickly dispose of this dead man's head, so as not to cause trouble.

Let me see. Ma Huwei walked over and looked at the open bag, and was so frightened that he took two steps back, on the contrary, Zhao who came over was not so scared at first, she looked carefully, and felt that the face of this dead man's head was more familiar, as if she had seen it somewhere.

suddenly remembered, isn't the face of this dead man's head the face of Wang Jiamu, the husband of Huang Huiyun, who came to make trouble with his son last time?

Zhao Shi shuddered, no longer watched, she still didn't understand, how Wang Jiamu was killed, and even sympathized with him, approached her son and whispered, who killed Xiao Wang? Isn't it you? Are you involved?

Mother! I don't know? I haven't been out all these days, where am I going to kill? Besides, even if I kill someone, I can't leave the dead man's head at my doorstep. Mom, you'd better leave this alone. Although Ma Huangmao said this, his expression was still relatively flustered, and the yellow hair on his face trembled, as if he was twitching slightly.

At this time, Huang Huiyun also got up, she took a comb and combed her messy black hair like a chicken nest, and walked out of the room with a tired face.

She said that I didn't sleep well last night, and I couldn't sleep, and as soon as my eyes were slightly closed, there was a bloody human head shaking in front of me, so scared that I always grabbed the yellow hair sleeping next to me and didn't dare to let go.

Ma Huwei is old after all, he roared at Huang Huiyun, don't talk nonsense. If this matter is not done well, it will lead to a lawsuit, and it may implicate our whole family. He looked at his son again and said, "Now that no one has found out, let's quickly take this dead man's head and carry this cloth bag to the mountain to dig a pit and bury it."

Huang Huiyun didn't say anything more, and looked at her mother-in-law-to-be, Zhao. Ma Huangmao no longer hesitated, and immediately took out the shovel and hammer from the door, and his father set off from the back door with the cloth bag containing the dead man's head......