Han? stunned, "How could..." She was a little surprised. Judging from Yang Qiuhong's last fight with her, she almost didn't choke her to death. She was very healthy and full of brute force.
Su Kui shook her head, "Of course not, take a closer look at her face."
Yang Qiuhong couldn't hear them anymore, holding the dead meat, gently humming a lullaby, crying and laughing, like crazy.
Han Xunsheng, carefully looked at Yang Qiuhong's face, and when his eyes touched something in her arms, his eyes jumped and he couldn't bear to look away. The more I looked at Yang Qiuhong's face, the more surprised.
No wonder she likes to keep her head down so that people don't see her face, it turned out to be so!
At some point, Yang Qiuhong's face shrivelled at a speed visible to the naked eye, her cheeks were sunken, and the flesh on it seemed to have been swept away. Her eyes were black and her skin was gray. What was even more surprising was that Han? unexpectedly found a few spots on her exposed neck.
That's a corpse spot!
A living person actually grows the corpse spots of a deceased president! ! This is incredible! !
"She, what's wrong with her?!" Han? asked with a trembling voice.
"Oh, it's a self-inflicted end. She feeds the dead baby with her painstaking efforts. Sooner or later, she will be backlashed. Now it's just an early backlash phenomenon." Ji Feng sneered and introduced a low voice. The black eyes were as deep as ink. There is no temperature at all.
Yu Shasha’s eyes are complicated. She doesn’t know who is more appropriate to hate now. Yang Qiuhong is holding a child who shouldn’t exist at all. Like a madman, Han? It’s not much better. She still has that on her neck. The pinch marks left by Yang Qiuhong.
"What about my husband? Xu Dahai, why should he kill him?" Thinking of her husband's death, Yu Sasha asked Yang Qiuhong faintly with an indescribable anger in her eyes.
Hearing that, Yang Qiuhong had no guilt, but laughed low.
"Hehehehe... Damn it all, damn it all, bitch!"
"you--"
Yu Shasha didn't expect that now, Yang Qiuhong has no regrets yet. A fierce light burst into her eyes, and when no one could react, she grabbed the glass on the coffee table and threw it at Yang Qiuhong.
"You vicious woman, after you die, you will surely descend to eighteen levels of hell. It's not easy to die!!"
"Yu Sasha!"
Su Kui squinted, the matter is not over yet, Yang Qiuhong is not the only murderer, there is still one who has not been found.
Yang Qiuhong didn't respond. The ghost infant lay limply in her arms, twitching from time to time, spitting out foul blood from his mouth, looking terrible and desolate.
In these things, everyone is wrong, but you should not make mistakes again and again!
Yang Qiuhong was hit in the back of the head by a glass, and red blood suddenly poured out, but she seemed to have lost consciousness, humming nursery rhymes repeatedly in her mouth, with a weird smile on the corners of her lips.
"There is another person, Wang Jun, won't you come out?"
These words instantly surprised Yu Shasha and Han? They stopped paying attention to Yang Qiuhong's affairs, and their eyes were surprised and uncertain.
"What? Wang Jun?!"
"He, isn't he dead?"
Han? Has been tortured crazy, "What the hell is going on?"
"Then let another person come out and explain it," Su Kui curled her lips, holding Ji Feng's hand, and beckoning him to open Wang Jun's door.
Ji Feng shook his head, sighed, walked over and kicked the door of Wang Jun's room, full of violence.