Jiang Tunan received a strange message.
[My husband has been killed. The blood on the ground has been mopped up. The soup made from the bones is in the pot. Come back quickly. The child and I are waiting for you in the bowl. ]
Everyone she met urged her to go home, including Aunt Wang at the entrance of the village, Aunt Shen selling eggs, Uncle Liu sharpening knives, and the village party secretary, a college student who just returned home this year...
Everyone's faces were filled with enthusiastic smiles, and they couldn't hide the blood and minced meat hanging on their teeth.
But this group of college students returning home seems a little different.
They stood behind Jiang Tunan and were ready to make a move. Some swallowed their saliva and asked if the bone soup was really drinkable. Some criticized the former for knowing how to choose junk food and even hung a seasoning jar on his waist. Some did not dare to look at anyone, but when Aunt Wang approached, they kicked Aunt Wang twenty meters away.
Although the others did not speak, the eyes they looked at the neighbors could not be called kind.
Jiang Tunan just smiled and led them home.
In the dead of night, the dilapidated house deep in the village was filled with the smell of blood that could not be ignored, causing the neighbors to stare at the moon and swallow their saliva.
Human beings are dominated by desire and often make the ugliest choices. When desire reaches its peak, it is the harvest season for the village.
However, what they saw the next day were the broken limbs of the neighbors who had been thrown out of the house.
At the door of the old house, Jiang Tunan was sitting on a pony. A bone-crushing knife was inserted into her right abdomen, and her body was covered in blood as if the king of hell was still alive.
Later they learned that Jiang Tunan's desire for protection was amplified.
[That's a devil! Even if you chop her ten times, she will strangle you to death without even frowning! ]
The news of panic spread quickly among the neighbors.
Looking at their frightened eyes, Jiang Tunan expressed his innocence.
[But it's true that I haven't felt pain since I was a child. If you are afraid of me, why not be afraid of my lovely teammates? ]
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Intention: If this is a great adventure destined to be irreversible.
