She can do whatever she wants with top-notch charm in game of death

Just looking at the kitchen knife can make people think of its power to open a ladle.

Isn't this Zhang Ju's weapon? She usually has it in her hand, so why did she go out empty-handed today?

Tong Mu walked over and picked it up.

It was like a thunder exploded in my mind, and pictures flashed through my mind.

The room is charming, and the spring night is warm.

A harmonious scene was interrupted by a half-year-old child who suddenly broke in.

The child's face was unfamiliar, but it was definitely not Mo Mo's face.

His dark pupils looked at the two of them, frightening them half to death.

With such innocent faces facing them, the two of them on the bed had vicious looks on their faces.

The man turned around, and Tong Mu saw Yang Zhicheng alive and moving for the first time.

He stood up and touched the child's head.

The child was very obedient. He looked at him and pointed at Zhang Ju.

He urged: "I want to go home and tell my mother."

Yang Zhicheng smiled, suddenly covered his mouth and hugged him.

Then he yelled at Zhang Ju behind him, "Go to the kitchen!"

Tong Mu's hands were shaking a little and she could hardly hold the kitchen knife.

As an adult watching, she could almost imagine what would happen next.

She continued to read.

Zhang Ju picked up the kitchen knife and swung it down one by one.

The man acted as an accomplice, covering the child's mouth tightly until he made no sound.

The whole room echoed with the dull sound of a blunt object hitting flesh, which was heavy and depressing.

Blood flowed on the kitchen floor, covering both men's bodies.

It wasn't until everything was divided into various small pieces that Zhang Ju raised her head tremblingly.

She looked crazy, with confusion and panic in her eyes as if she was killing someone for the first time.

"Now how to do……?"

Yang Zhicheng took two long breaths, sat on a low stool on the side, took out a lighter, and lit a cigarette.

He took a sip without taking a sip, his face looked tired.

Zhang Ju sat aside blankly, looking at the bright red blood in his hand and couldn't help crying, "Speak quickly!"

Yang Zhicheng shook the ashes from his cigarette and said something completely inconsistent with his appearance.

"I'll pack up the things later, and we'll throw them out every once in a while these days."

Zhang Ju was trembling all over and looked at him in shock.

"But what if... what if your wife comes looking for him?! If he can't find anyone, he will call the police! Then the police will come to your door..."

Yang Zhicheng took a deep breath and said, "So many people go missing every year. How many have the police found?"

"If you don't want to be caught by the police, come over and clean up quickly. The blood on the floor must be wiped clean!"

Yang Zhicheng took a few black plastic bags and began to pack them, not forgetting to tell Zhang Ju.

He looked skilled, as if he had been a veteran for many years.

As soon as I finished everything and was about to go out to take out the trash, there was a knock on the door.

Zhang Ju was like a frightened bird, looking towards the door in fear.

"What...what should I do?" She was trembling and whimpering, "The police must have come to the door...wuwu..."

Yang Zhicheng glared at her impatiently, "What are you afraid of!"

"How long has it been? It couldn't have come so fast!"

He informed Zhang Ju, "Go over and see who it is."

Seeing him so calm and calm, Zhang Ju gradually calmed down a little.

She was wearing quick shoes and clothes. She looked through the peephole and took a deep breath.

He turned around and looked at Yang Zhicheng nervously.

He lowered his voice and said: "Your wife!"

Yang Zhicheng's face tightened, "You hold her, and I'll find an opportunity to sneak out!"

It’s hard to imagine how a man who has no reaction to murder could be afraid of his wife?!

Before they could come up with a countermeasure, someone knocked on the door.

"Zhang! Open the door! I know you are inside!"

"I'm here to see my son!" The person outside the door said angrily, "I don't want to argue with you about the bad things you did!"

Zhang Ju's face was pale and she looked at Yang Zhicheng in a panic.

Looking at several huge black bags, Yang Zhicheng went into the bedroom and took out a twenty-inch suitcase.

Together with Zhang Ju, we stuffed the bags into the suitcase and put them back on the wardrobe in the bedroom.

He pointed to the bathroom, motioned to Zhang Ju to open the door, and then got into the bathroom himself.

Zhang Ju looked nervous and ran over to open the door.

People outside walked in and pushed Zhang Ju away.

"Where has my son gone?! Ah, Yang Zhicheng, I know you are here!"

The woman has a delicate face and good temperament, like someone from a wealthy family.

Tong Mu took a look, and sure enough, she looked exactly like the woman on the marriage certificate in Mrs. Ju's room.

It seems that this beautiful woman is Mrs. Ju.

What happened in the past two days? To turn a beautiful woman into such a monster.

Mrs. Ju directly opened the bedroom door and went in to search again.

"Asshole! I've known your dirty work for a long time! How dare you pretend to be with me? Let's see if I find you today!"

"Hey...what are you doing!" Zhang Ju quickly walked over to stop her, "Sister, no matter what, you can't just run around in other people's rooms, right?!"

Madam Ju glanced at her lightly and said sarcastically: "Who is your sister? Don't bother trying to get relatives. I don't have a little sister who looks like a little bitch."

She rolled her eyes and walked to another room.

"Yang Zhicheng! My son came to see you today, but he didn't come home! Why don't you go back and take a look!"

No one paid attention to her, and Mrs. Ju was obviously even more angry.

Zhang Ju's face didn't look good either, and she clenched her fists tightly due to shame.

She curled her lips and retorted: "That's right, I don't have a sister that old either."

Madam Ju was stunned, suddenly turned back to look at her, and then sneered.

"Then you look old enough..."

After searching several rooms but not finding anyone, Madam Ju's face showed suspicion, then she kicked open the bathroom door and saw the man hiding inside.

She put her hands on her hips as if that was indeed the case.

"Okay Yang Zhicheng, I work hard all day long, and you're just going to have fun outside, right?!"

She glanced at Zhang Ju angrily and said fiercely: "You have found such an ugly thing!"

Yang Zhicheng's face was filled with fear and he rushed over to hug her.

"Wife, please listen to my explanation..."

"I don't want to cheat on her because she seduces me!"

Zhang Ju lowered her head and took several steps back.

Mrs. Ju pinched Yang Zhicheng's ears, "No wonder my dad said you haven't been to the company recently. If you want a divorce, you should tell me early! If you don't want to, get out!"

Yang Zhicheng was scared and hugged her tightly.

"No, wife! I don't want a divorce!"

"Don't tell your father-in-law about this, okay? I have worked hard in the company for so many years, and my father-in-law has agreed to let me take over after two years..."

Mrs. Ju's attitude was firm, "No divorce? Don't even think about it! Since you don't want a divorce, what are you doing out here?!"

Yang Zhicheng hugged her and still begged, but Zhang Ju viciously picked up a stool on the side and threw it at Mrs. Ju. Then there was the sound of heavy objects hitting flesh and blood, and then a person fell to the ground with a muffled sound.