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Han Yue stunned, "How could ..." She was a little surprised. From the last time Yang Qiuhong fought with her, she almost didn't strangle her. She was very healthy and brutal.

Su Kui shook his head, "Of course not, you look at her face again."

Yang Qiuhong could not hear them anymore, holding the mass of dead flesh, humming a lullaby gently, crying and laughing like crazy.

Han Yue followed the sound and carefully looked at Yang Qiuhong's face. When her eyes touched the things in her arms, her eyes jumped and she couldn't bear to look away. The more you look at Yang Qiuhong's face, the more surprised you are.

No wonder she likes to keep her head down so that no one can see her face.

I don't know when, Yang Qiuhong's face shrivelled at a rate visible to the naked eye, her cheeks were sunken, and the flesh on it seemed to be alive. The eyes are dark and black, and the skin is gray. What is more surprising is that Han Yue found a few spots on her exposed neck.

That's a plaque!

A living person has actually grown the dead person's body spot! ! This is incredible! !

"She, what's wrong with her ?!" Han Yue asked with a trembling voice.

"Oh, the self-sufficiency comes to an end. She feeds the dead baby with her heart and soul. She will be repulsed sooner or later. Now it is just a phenomenon of being repulsed early." Ji Feng sneered and introduced lowly. No temperature at all.

Yu Shasha ’s eyes are complicated. She does n’t know who is more appropriate to hate now. Yang Qiuhong is holding a child she should n’t even exist. Like a lunatic, Han Yue is not much better. Her neck still has that. The pinch marks left by Yang Qiuhong.

"What about my husband? Xu Dahai, why is he guilty, why should he kill him?" Thinking of her husband's death, Yu Shasha's eyes crawled up with an indescribable anger, and asked Yang Qiuhong faintly.

After hearing this, Yang Qiuhong had no guilt, but instead chuckled.

"Hehehehe ... **** it, **** it all, **** man!"

"you--"

Yu Shasha never imagined that, now that Yang Qiuhong had not regretted it. A fierce light burst into her eyes. When no one responded, she grabbed the glass on the coffee table and smashed into Yang Qiuhong.

"You vicious woman, after you die, you will definitely go to eighteen layers of hell, not to die!"

"Yusha!"

Su Kui narrowed her eyes. The matter was not over yet. Yang Qiuhong was not the only murderer.

Yang Qiuhong didn't respond, and the ghost baby lay limp in her arms, twitching from time to time, spitting foul blood from his mouth, and looked terrible and desolate.

In these things, everyone is wrong, but should not be wrong again and again!

Yang Qiuhong was hit by a glass in the back of her head, and suddenly Yin Hong's blood poured out, but she seemed to lose consciousness, humming nursery rhymes repeatedly in her mouth, and her lips with a strange smile.

"There is another person, Wang Jun, won't you come out?"

This sentence instantly surprised Yu Shasha and Han Yue, who were no longer concerned about Yang Qiuhong's things, and their eyes were amazed.

"What? Wang Jun ?!"

"He, isn't he dead?"

Han Yue is almost tortured crazy, "What the **** is going on?"

"Then let another person come out and explain," Su Kui hooked his lips, holding Ji Feng's hand, and motioned him to open the door of Wang Jun.

Ji Feng shook his head, sighed, and walked over to kick the door of Wang Jun's room, violent.