Where did a middle-aged man have seen this kind of formation, his legs were so frightened, he waved his hands vigorously, "No! I don't want to know anything now."

Ma Xiaoli said fiercely, "Hmph, it's too late to say this kind of thing." After speaking, she continued to move forward, making a terrifying creak. A line of blood appeared behind her.

"Huh? What do you want?"

The middle-aged man stepped back in fright, his legs shaking like chaff.

"you guess?"

"Aren't you trying to kill me?"

"Why didn't you kill you? You have been following us here for so many things, and you just tried to strangle my uncle. Tell me, are other people's secrets so important to you? Why do you have to know me? Matter? Does my matter have anything to do with you?"

The middle-aged man was so scared that he stammered, "No, it doesn't matter to me."

"Since you know it's okay, why are you still following us? Still strangling my uncle's neck and asking? How many heads have you grown? Who gave you the courage to tell you to do this?"

"Ma Xiaoli, I'm sorry, I was wrong, I shouldn't have done so much."

Ma Xiaoli said viciously, "Now I know that I was wrong. It is too late. I will not accept your apology."

The middle-aged man was already scared to pee, and he began to cry in his words, "Then what do you want?"

Ma Xiaoli sneered, "Just now, didn't you want to strangle my uncle?"

The middle-aged man immediately denied, "No, I just scared him, and didn't want to kill him at all."

"Scare him? Do you think my uncle can be frightened by your trash?"

"No, actually I just want to know yours—"

"Actually, you just want to know our secrets, right? So now, do you know our secrets? Yes, yes, my uncle has been talking to me, and I was wrapped in a towel and hugged by my uncle. Inside, the thing uncle is holding is my head, not a teapot at all. Now, do you understand?"

The middle-aged man stammered and said, "Yes, I understand everything. But I don't want to know anything anymore."

Up to now, the middle-aged man can only explain desperately, but his explanation only got Ma Xiaoli's louder than loud roar.

"I said, it's too late, you hurt me."

"Ah? Are you nonsense? You are dead long ago. The dead will not feel pain. How can you feel pain?"

"My exact feeling right now is not pain, but dizziness."

"That's not right, dead people shouldn't have feelings."

"What do you mean? Can I lie to you as a fool?"

"I just think that after death, all feelings have disappeared, and there will be no pain or dizziness."

"No! But I do feel dizzy now. Do you think I'm lying to you?"

The middle-aged man and Ma Xiaoli had a quarrel.

The dean coughed and coughed, "Let me explain, Xiaoli's current condition is quite special, although she doesn't feel pain, but when she fell just now, a lot of brains overflowed, so she would feel dizzy."

The middle-aged man shook his head vigorously, "Ordinarily this is impossible. She is obviously dead, how can she feel it?"

Ma Xiaoli sneered, "What do you think is possible? I have become like this. I can still say that I can move. According to your statement, it is impossible."

The middle-aged man smiled bitterly, "Of course I don't understand this. According to my understanding, after death, people can neither speak nor move."

Ma Xiaoli laughed loudly, "Enough, you trash, I have heard enough of your verbosity." After speaking, she immediately jumped onto the middle-aged man's shoulder, opened her mouth, and bit his throat. No matter what she meant, she was going to bite it off.

The middle-aged man felt the cold wind blowing on his face. Before he could get back to his senses, he realized that his neck had been bitten by someone, and he immediately roared like a pig.

Ma Xiaoli laughed loudly, "What? Are you scared?"

"Don't kill me, please."

"You have so many things, why do you keep you? I must kill you."

Seeing Ma Xiaoli open her mouth to bite down, the middle-aged man felt desperate and couldn't help crying.

"You useless trash, go to death!"

Ma Xiaoli opened her mouth wide, strenuously, intending to bite off his throat. Upon seeing this, the dean immediately shouted, "Xiaoli, no."

Ma Xiaoli was startled, her mouth wide open, and stopped less than five centimeters from his neck.

"Uncle, why stop me?"

"Xiaoli, when we left, we promised any forensic doctor to not hurt people. Did you forget?"

Seeing the dean's stern eyes, Ma Xiaoli felt aggrieved.

The middle-aged man took the opportunity to shout, "Dean, help."

"But Uncle, this idiot, he has been following us all the time, he just strangled your neck and threatened you. Have you forgotten all this?"

"Of course I haven't forgotten it, but we promised that a forensic doctor can't hurt people, and he's just a rogue and he won't die."

"Uncle, you are really a bodhisattva. He almost killed you before."

"Enough, Xiaoli, don't talk about it anymore, hurry up to Uncle, we should go."

"No! Uncle, I must kill him. This kind of rascal, keeping him is just to cheat others, it is better to kill him."

Ma Xiaoli opened her mouth wide again, facing the middle-aged man's neck, intending to bite it down.

The middle-aged man, who was already frightened and frightened, saw that the big mouth was about to bite his neck, so he screamed and fainted.

Seeing the middle-aged man's body fell limply to the ground, Ma Xiaoli jumped on him excitedly.

"Haha, I laughed to death. This idiot was so easily frightened. I didn't intend to bite him, just want to scare him."

The dean complained, "Xiaoli, you are so naughty, come on, we should go."

Only then did Ma Xiaoli jump into the palm of the dean, the dean lovingly reached out and patted her cheek, and then began to touch the ground.

Ma Xiaoli was surprised, "Uncle, didn't you say you want to leave? Why didn't you leave? What are you looking for?"

"I'm looking for the towel that wrapped you just now."

"Uncle, do you still want to wrap me in a towel?"

"Yes, it's almost dawn, we just walked out like this, it doesn't feel very good."

"Well, my uncle doesn't look good, so I will help find it together."

The dean nodded, "Yeah."

Ma Xiaoli opened her eyes and looked carefully, and she found a corner of the towel under the body of the middle-aged man.

"Oh, under that idiot's body, he was crushed."

"It's better that Xiaoli's eyes are good."

The dean smiled and walked over, picked up the towel, wrapped Ma Xiaoli in it, and then walked forward slowly.

The middle-aged man was lying on the ground, still in a coma.