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Severe pain came from the shoulder blades. Ivy's body was brought backward by the force of the knife, and the blade was embedded in the wall through her body.

She has never suffered like this.

Although the family is considered too wealthy, her parents, the only child in the family, will still pamper her.

She was the only girl in the small team of five, and she was pretty good-looking, so everyone gave in to her.

Today she was scratched on the face and hacked by a knife again, and the fragile defense in her heart had long since collapsed.

Seeing Moyou getting closer and closer, and the fruit knife she took out from nowhere in her hand, Ivy was so frightened that she cried and apologized incoherently.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I know I was wrong. I didn't attack her. It was all done by them. I was forced to do it. Don't kill me."

Mo You had a sarcastic smile on his lips, but he held the knife in his hand tighter.

You see, it’s not like they don’t know how evil they have done, so why are they still so arrogant?It's just that they know they won't be punished.

Now that her life was at stake, it was as if she suddenly realized her mistake.

Ivy watched in horror as the dry and thin hand touched her cheek. It was as rough as old tree bark and it hurt her face.

"How could you be wrong? Aren't you sick? This is beyond your control."

Moyou smiled and defended them.

It's just that the smile seemed to only lift the skin of the face, and the flesh on the cheeks didn't move at all, making it look particularly terrifying.

"No...no..." Ivy subconsciously wanted to shake her head.

The hand on her face suddenly tightened, and the sharp nails scratched her skin, picking off several strips of her flesh.

The old man's face, pale from blood loss, approached her and said, "I can understand you, because I am also sick."

After saying that, the old man laughed as if he had said something ridiculous, his sharp voice sounding like the sound of glass fragments scratching on the cement floor.

"I'm sick too, hahahahaha... If you kill people if you're sick, you won't shoot them. Then I'm sick too, hahaha..."

Even though her back was pressed against the wall, Ivy still wanted to retreat. She wished she could blend into the wall behind her so that Moyou would never notice her.

"I heard that you caused the injury on my little hamster's face? Oh, why are you shaking? Grandma, I like cute girls best."

Moyou took out a fruit knife and made signs on her face, "You just think our little hamster is beautiful. Grandma can also make you more beautiful."

In Ivy's frightened eyes, the knife still stabbed down.

"Your eyes are too small. I need to open your eyes first."

"It doesn't look good if your nose is too big. Grandma will help you cut off a little bit."

"Small mouths are no longer popular nowadays. Grandma can make you show eight teeth without smiling with just two strokes."

"Oh my God, these teeth are messier than dog teeth. This is not good. Grandma will straighten them for you right now."

Ivy leaned against the wall sluggishly. It wasn't that she didn't resist, but if she resisted with that hand, that hand would be "accidentally" chopped.

After taking the handle of the knife and knocking out a few teeth that she thought were unsightly, Moyou temporarily let go of the girl with blood on her face and turned to look for the next target.

"The last one, the last one, where will the last dirty rat be?"

As Moyou said this, he walked straight towards the table where the portrait was supposed to be placed.

Xia Tai passed by in the middle, and she walked over the seriously injured and fainting man without mercy.

Zhuang Wei was hiding under the table. The table was covered with a heavy cloth, so he probably wouldn't be found.

His cell phone clicked on the screen frantically, telling his parents everything that happened here and asking them to think of a solution quickly.

His parents were also worried and annoyed. They didn't know how he dared to harm someone else's granddaughter and go to someone else's funeral to cause trouble.

But seeing the child's frightened and fragmented words, they still couldn't help but feel distressed, and they had no choice but to comfort him, telling him how good he was to be a good boy, and to hold on until the police came.

Two useless things!

Zhuang Wei was so angry that he wanted to smash his cell phone. He didn't know if he should hide and wait for the police, and he needed to be reminded by them.

He wanted them to come up with a solution!

The wound on his arm became more and more painful, and Zhuang Wei became more and more panicked.

It's fascinating to play with your prey as a hunter, but it's not so wonderful to be the prey that just needs to run and hide.

But he was not completely unprepared. Zhuang Wei clenched the wooden stick in his hand.

If she finds him later, he will hit her ankle with this wooden stick.

I remembered that the old woman was beaten so hard that she could hardly survive, but she still stood up with a smile that was engraved on her face.

Zhuang Wei shivered hard and tightened the stick in his hand.

No matter who she was, as long as he could escape.

The old man's unique footsteps sounded, which was the sound of his legs and feet dragging due to inconvenience.

Zhuang Wei's palms were only covered in cold sweat, and he prayed in his heart not to find him, not to find him.

The pair of feet passed in front of him countless times. When Zhuang Wei was wondering whether the old woman realized that he didn't have them, he noticed that the cloth covering the table was soaked with liquid.

The liquid trickled down the edge of the fabric and lay at his feet.

He smelled it, widened his eyes and yelled something bad in his mind, it was wine.

But before he could react, a raging fire broke out around him. Zhuang Wei hurriedly got out, and the smell of smoke made him cough non-stop.

When I came out, the corner of my clothes touched the tablecloth and started to burn.

It was obviously funny for a person to struggle to pat his back when he was angry, but Moyou couldn't laugh.

why?Probably because Cang Shu also had marks of being burned by fire.

After putting out the fire, Zhuang Wei looked at the gloomy old lady in front of him, swallowed his saliva, and rushed forward waving the wooden stick in his hand.

Mo You stretched out one hand to block the wooden stick, and stabbed Zhuang Wei's thigh with a fruit knife with the other hand.

"Crack."

The arm hung limply, and after one section of the fleshless arm was broken, it seemed like only the skin was left hanging.

When Zhuang Wei was swinging the bat, Mo You had already stabbed him several times.

She was so crazy that she wanted to chop those legs into pieces.

Zhuang Wei could only bang the wooden stick, but the old woman seemed to feel no pain, without even the slightest pause.

In the end, the two scarred legs could no longer support Zhuang Wei's body, and he sat back on the ground, which made it easier for the crazy old woman to move.

She didn't even use a knife, she just used the marks made by the knife to tear his flesh and blood with her bare hands.

At this moment, Zhuang Wei seemed to really see the vengeful evil ghost in hell.

Pain and fear enveloped him. He wanted to say something, whether it was a threat or begging for mercy, but all he could say was an uncontrollable scream.