Chapter 160

When a woman speaks, her belly is bulging, and Ru's head stained with blood at two points on her chest turns into two eyes. Her navel is wide open and becomes a mouth. The voice from her abdominal cavity sounds very loud.

Ma Fuqing knew it was his wife. He wanted to tell her not to come, but he couldn't speak or do anything. He remembered that he was dead and lay upright on the ground. Next to him is his brother, who is still watching him laughing.

The woman raised her hand, put it into her neck, took out a bloody saw, and there were many pieces of meat on the serrations. Her blood red eyes were bulging, and the mouth on her white belly was still saying:

"Return my head -"

Ma Fuqing watched the Headless Woman squat down and cut his head with a saw. The sharp serrations scraped on the skin of his neck, and the blood seeped out at once.

He was dead, but he could still feel the pain of tearing his heart. He remembered that at that time, when he personally cut off the head of her wife's body, could she still feel such pain?

The saw creaked and blood gurgled out, flowing a large pool on the ground. Ma Fuquan laughed beside him. Seeing that the saw had cut to the bottom and his head fell off, he clapped his hands and shouted.

Ma Fuqing was sure that he was dead. He couldn't die anymore. He even lost his head, but he could still feel the cool wind blowing into his internal organs at his neck.

The woman took his head and left, while Ma Fuquan picked up his body and ran in the other direction.

"Hey, where are you going? You can't separate me!" Ma Fuqing shouted, but he was actually dead and didn't shout out anything.

Ma Fuquan ran to an abandoned fish pond and threw Ma Fuqing's body into the pond full of water and grass. The woman came to a big locust tree, dug a hole and buried his head.

Ma Fuqing waited for a long time, as if it were as long as a century. He could feel that his mouth and nose were full of soil. An earthworm climbed over his cheek, got into his nose and out of his ear. While his brain is full of maggots, his body is swelling and rotting among the water and grass in the distance.

Ma Fuquan and the Headless Woman are gone. I don't know where they have gone.

The decaying headless corpse slowly climbed out of the pond tenaciously, put his fingers into the soil, and climbed in the direction of the head bit by bit. I don't know how long it will be, maybe longer than a century. He climbed to the edge of the old locust tree, dug the soil with his hands, dug out the rotten head and put it on his neck.

Maggots and centipedes were crawling around his face, but he couldn't control so much.

He took a hard breath.

Ah!

The fresh air tastes good!

It's good to be alive!

However, he just thought he was reborn and was happy about it. When he was breathing greedily, a thin and tall man suddenly came up to him.

The man's cheekbones protruded, there was almost no meat on his cheeks, and his two eye sockets were deep in black circles. At a distance, he looked like a ghost.

"Yang Baoguo!" Ma Fuqing recognized it at a glance.

Yang Baoguo didn't speak. His face was gloomy, like the sky before the rain. In his hand was a basin full of water.

Ma Fuqing had a premonition that something bad was going to happen. When he just wanted to run, four strong men in detention center clothes came out of nowhere and knocked him to the ground.

Yang Baoguo put the basin on the ground, took out a packet of napkins, took out a few and covered Ma Fuqing's face. Then dip some water into the basin with your hand and sprinkle it on the paper towel.

Ma Fuqing immediately felt a little difficult to breathe. He had just struggled to climb back from the land of death, was greedily breathing the fresh air of life, and suddenly returned to the edge of death.

His body was held down by four strong men and could not move. He could only blow hard and tried to blow away the paper towel on his face. However, the paper towel wet by water was firmly absorbed on his face like a magnet. As soon as it was blown open, only a little air leaked in, and it was immediately covered back.

"Please, let me go!" Ma Fuqing shouted across the paper towel.

He doesn't want to die again. The feeling of death is too painful, not only because of the tragic death method, but also because he has to watch himself die every time. This kind of near death fear, helplessness, despair and the pain of death are unbearable.

"Let you go?" Yang Baoguo sneered. "Did you let me go?"

Ma Fuqing said, "I'll give you whatever you want. Please, let me go!"

Yang Baoguo said, "is everything ok?"

Ma Fuqing said, "all my money, goods and channels belong to you! Oh, yes, you like women. I have a lot of mistresses. I have a lover in Chuncheng. He is an online celebrity anchor. Shenzhou and Yangcheng also have several college students. If you like, give it to you!"

Yang Baoguo smiled and asked, "are you willing?"

Ma Fuqing nodded desperately.

Yang Baoguo took off the paper towel on Ma Fuqing's face, took out his mobile phone, opened the recording and said, "then you can tell all your things, including your last home, next home, customers, women, as well as the location of the goods and the trading location."

"Yes..." Ma Fuqing began to explain his things bit by bit, just like reciting a manuscript, and the memory of crime in his brain kept coming out.

"I said, you let me go," Ma Fuqing said after explaining everything he could remember.

Yang Baoguo showed a ferocious smile on his face: "let you go? Unless you let me live!"

He slowly added paper towels to Ma Fuqing's face and sprinkled a little water with each one. After adding four floors, Ma Fuqing couldn't absorb any air.

"Mmm... Mmm..." Ma Fu stared in horror, and his body kept shaking. Because his lungs inhaled too hard, the white paper towel was sucked into his mouth and nose, and his face was clearly printed on his face, like a plaster statue.

Ma Fuqing watched him die again. The feeling of being suffocated by a wet paper towel is 10000 times more painful than being strangled by his brother.

He just lay there straight. The stars in the sky are dense, like countless eyes looking at him. He didn't know where he was, but he could see both the sky and his dead self.

It's dead this time!

At this time, he wanted to go to hell quickly. However, what he was waiting for was not the yellow spring kid who led him on the road, but the sound of footsteps.

"Congratulations, you've survived." Aoki lazily walked up to him, put his hands in his trouser pockets, bent over and looked at Ma Fuqing lying on the ground. "Now let's discuss how you should die."