When the woman talked, her belly was bulging. The two spots on her chest that were stained with blood turned into two eyes. The belly button opened wide and turned into a mouth. The voice from the abdomen sounded like an urn. of.

Ma Fuqing knew that it was his wife, and he wanted to tell her not to come, but he couldn't speak or make any movements. He then remembered that he was dead, lying upright on the ground. Next to him is his younger brother, who is still watching him smiling.

The woman raised her hand and reached into her neck, digging and digging inside, and took out a **** saw, with a lot of meat on the saw teeth. Her blood-red eyes were bulging, and the mouth on her white belly was still saying:

"Give back my head—"

Ma Fuqing watched the headless woman squat down and cut his head with a saw. The sharp serrations scratched the skin of his neck, and blood oozes out all at once.

He is dead, but he can still feel the tearing pain. He remembered that when he personally cut the head of her wife's body, could she still feel the pain?

The saw creaked, blood gurgling out, and a large puddle on the ground. Ma Fuquan chuckled beside him, and when he saw the saw cut to the bottom and his head fell off, he clapped his hands and screamed.

Ma Fuqing was sure that he was dead, and he could not die anymore. He even dropped his head, but he could still feel the slightest cool breeze blowing into his internal organs around his neck.

The woman took his head and walked away, 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 yelled, but he was actually dead and he yelled nothing.

Ma Fuquan ran to an abandoned fish pond and threw Ma Fuqing's body into the pond full of water plants. The woman came under a big locust tree, dug a hole, and buried his head in it.

Ma Fuqing waited for a long time, as if it were as long as a century. He could feel the mud in his mouth and nose, and an earthworm crawled over his cheeks, got into his nose, and then got out of his ears. While his brain was overgrown with maggots, his body was swelling and rotting among the water plants in the distance.

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

The decomposed headless corpse slowly crawled out of the pond tenaciously, dipped its fingers into the soil, and crawled in the direction of the head little by little. I don't know how long it has passed, it may be longer than a century. He climbed to the edge of the old locust tree, dug up the soil with his hands, dug out the rotten head, and put it on his neck.

Maggots and centipedes crawled around on his face, but he couldn't manage that much anymore.

He took a hard breath.

what!

The taste of fresh air is so good!

It's good to be alive!

However, he just thought he had regained a new life and was pleased with it. When he was breathing greedily, a thin and tall man suddenly walked in front of him.

The man's cheekbones were protruding, there was almost no flesh on his cheeks, and the two eye sockets were sunken in the black eye circles. 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 held a basin in his hand, which was full of water.

Ma Fuqing had a foreboding that something bad was about to happen. When he was about to run, four burly men in detention house uniforms appeared from nowhere, and pushed him to the ground.

Yang Baoguo put the washbasin on the ground, took out a pack of napkins, took out a few from it, and covered Ma Fuqing's face. Then he dipped a little water into the basin with his hand and sprinkled it on the paper towel.

Ma Fuqing immediately felt a little difficulty breathing. He just struggled to crawl back from the dead, breathing the fresh air greedily, and suddenly returned to the brink of death.

His body was held tightly by the four strong men, unable to move. He could only blow hard, trying to blow away the tissues from his face, but the tissues soaked in water were firmly sucked on his face like a magnet. Just after being blown away, only a little bit of air leaked in. He immediately covered it back tightly.

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

He didn't want to die again. The feeling of death was too painful, not only because of the tragic way of death, but also because he had to watch himself die every time. This kind of dying fear, helplessness, despair and the pain of death overlap, it is really unbearable.

"Let you off?" Yang Baoguo sneered, "Did you let me off in the first place?"

Ma Fuqing said: "I will give you what you want, please, let me go!"

Yang Baoguo said: "Anything is fine?"

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 Chuncheng who is an internet celebrity anchor. Shenzhou and Yangcheng also raise them. Several college students. If you like it, I will give it to you!"

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

Ma Fuqing nodded desperately.

Yang Baoguo took off the tissues from Ma Fuqing’s face, took out his mobile phone, opened the recording, and said, "Then you can tell everything about you, including your family, your next family, your customers, women, and those who hide goods. Tell it all about the location and the place of the transaction."

"Yes..." Ma Fuqing began to explain his things little by little, as if he was reciting a manuscript, and the memory of crime in his brain continued to emerge.

"I've said it all, you let me go." Ma Fuqing said after telling everything he could remember.

A ferocious smile appeared on Yang Baoguo's face: "Let you go? Unless you let me come alive!"

He slowly added paper towels to Ma Fuqing's face, and every time he added one, he sprinkled a little water. After adding four layers, Ma Fuqing couldn't absorb any air at all.

"Hmm...mmmm..." Ma Fu's eyes widened in horror, and his body kept shaking. Because the lungs were inhaling too hard, the white tissue was sucked into his mouth and nose by him, and it was clearly printed on his face. The shape of his face was like a plaster statue.

Ma Fuqing watched himself dead again. The feeling of being suffocated by a wet tissue is 10,000 times more painful than being choked to death by his brother.

He just lay there just like that. The stars in the sky are densely packed, like countless eyes watching him. He doesn't know where he is, but he can see the sky as well as his dead self.

It's dead this time!

At this time, he was eager to go to **** quickly. However, what he was waiting for was not the Huangquan kid who led him on the road, but the sound of kicking footsteps.

"Congratulations, I've made it through." Aoki came to him lazily, put his hands in his trouser pockets, bent over and looked at Ma Fuqing lying on the ground and said, "Then let's discuss how you should die now. ."