I thought so, so I inevitably glanced at him a few more times. The other person also looked at me like a hawk, which actually made me shrink for a moment.
Uncle Wu raised his head and glanced at the current time, four in the morning.
He did not mention the crying thing, but was determined to leave and made a request, "It's not far from dawn. Where is my nephew? We can go directly to him."
Lao Mo almost burst into tears and almost knelt down in front of Uncle Wu, because both Zhu Cheng and Mrs. Zhu, who looked resentful, stared at him fiercely, as if he had caused everything. The Zhu family was looking for
A female corpse who is suitable for a shady marriage is more stringent than a normal family when choosing a daughter-in-law. Isn't there nothing he can do about it?
Now that things have happened, he looks like Zhu Bajie and is no longer a human being when he looks in the mirror. The white matter is now stuck and cannot be dealt with. The victim has lost trust in him. In addition, there is a pregnant woman's corpse upstairs who may have an accident at any time.
As a white-collar man, Lao Mo fully knew that if something like this didn't go wrong, the world would be peaceful. If something went wrong, he wouldn't be able to afford it. His only hope at the moment was Wu Banshan, a makeup artist who was more capable than himself.
"Brother Wu, please help me because of our friendship for so many years. Don't worry, the price will definitely not be a loss for you. Besides, our nephew will definitely eat well and be entertained. You can rest assured about this. Just ask
You have done something good to help your brothers, but you can’t just let it go!”
Lao Mo begged sincerely, Zhu Cheng stared quietly at Uncle Wu's final decision, and I stared at Uncle Wu's expression. Only Mrs. Zhu's eyes seemed to be getting redder and redder, her face full of hatred, and her body began to tremble slightly.
None of us noticed anything strange about Mrs. Zhu, only the person sitting in the corner moved.
At the same time, Mrs. Zhu also moved.
A woman in her late fifties who was overly sad and had not rested or eaten for many days, moved quickly and with great strength, she directly knocked Zhu Cheng who was standing next to her far away. She jumped up to a height of nearly one and a half meters from the ground and leaped over.
The coffee table in front of him, which was two meters wide, fell in front of Lao Mo.
"It's all you..." He yelled out a sentence with resentment, and the voice was actually a young man's voice. He pinched Lao Mo, who was begging Uncle Wu, with both hands.
I was startled by the sudden outburst of Mrs. Zhu. Zhu Cheng, who was pushed down and fell on the carpet, was also shocked. He was shocked that the person next to him had such explosive power and was as agile as a master flying over walls and walls. He shouted
He shouted, "Chen Ying, what are you doing?"
I noticed that Mrs. Zhu’s expression was very abnormal at this time. Uncle Wu also saw something was wrong. He grabbed a pillow and threw it at Mrs. Zhu’s face with great force. “No, it’s upper body.”
, you stop her quickly, hold it, hold it..."
Following Uncle Wu's roar, the bodyguards moved, but their speed was not as fast as Master Lang, who had moved in advance. The man had already arrived, raised his leg and kicked Mrs. Zhu out, and at the same time shouted a call to everyone.
Everyone was shocked by the name.
"Zhu Xijie, you are crazy!"
This voice sounded very loud, but those three words... were clearly the names of the deceased in the funeral shed outside.
It was Master Lang's kick that successfully caused Lao Mo to escape. The guy rushed towards where Uncle Wu and I were, using his arms and legs and howling.
More than a dozen bodyguards rushed over. Some were disloyal and wanted to help Mrs. Zhu up, while some were daring to make Mrs. Zhu go crazy and wanted to control her hands.
If you have seen a group fight scene, you will know that no matter how close a dozen people are to one person, only five or six people can touch the core.
Uncle Wu obviously thought of something. He took out a small bottle from his pocket and applied it towards his eyes. He also rubbed his finger on the scar between my eyebrows.
It feels very cool, like a gel.
Zhu Cheng was obviously timid. When he heard Master Lang calling his dead son's name to his wife, he followed Lao Mo and retreated towards Uncle Wu and me, "What... what on earth is going on?"
Uncle Wu did not answer his doubts, but shouted, "Hold her down, don't let her get up and hurt others."
Then he anxiously warned me, "Sanman, take care of your inner world and protect yourself."
He only glanced in the direction of the second floor, then rushed towards the crowd, with the cigarette pot and pot already shining in his hand.
Master Nalang stepped forward and backward before Uncle Wu, and actually took a few steps back and stood next to me. I could clearly see the rich black light on his body, but in the black light, there was a very bright golden light spot on his chest.
As a result, those black lights cannot directly contact his body.
What do you mean, too many people make trouble, but too many chickens can't lay eggs!
This sentence was reflected in the battle between more than a dozen bodyguards, Uncle Wu, and Mrs. Zhu. Although Mrs. Zhu was unexpectedly kicked to the ground by Master Lang, she was not honest and kept talking.
Shouting, "Go away, all of you, go away from me. I'm going to talk to that magician and say, you all, go away!"
The voice was still the same male voice, and several of Uncle Wu's cigarette pouches were swung at the bodyguards. Mrs. Zhu seemed to have infinite strength, treating the bodyguards who rushed to grab her limbs as human decorations, dancing
The tiger and the tiger make the wind.
In order to protect himself, Uncle Wu couldn't get close at all.
In the gap between the people, I saw another face faintly revealed on Mrs. Zhu's well-maintained middle-aged lady's face. It was the eldest young master of the Zhu family, Zhu Xijie.
Zhu Xijie's face almost overlapped with Mrs. Zhu's. His face was ashen and there were many wounds with bloody scabs on it. It turned out that this was the upper body that Uncle Wu was talking about.
At this moment, Uncle Wu, who was sweating all over, got angry and yelled at the bodyguards who were in the way, "Those who are trying to make people head out of my way, and those who are holding people down, don't let go!"
With this sound, seven or eight bodyguards left the crowd and stopped pushing forward. Mrs. Zhu's figure was also revealed in front of Uncle Wu.
"You can get on top of my own mother, so why don't you get out of here if you are an unfilial person?"
As he spoke, Uncle Wu smoked the pot of his cigarette pipe, hitting the back of Mrs. Zhu's neck. Only then did I see clearly that there was a big bulge in Mrs. Zhu's cervical vertebra near her skull.
"Magic stick..." Zhu Xijie roared out two words and then stopped. Mrs. Zhu also drooped her head and limbs and fainted.
I clearly saw a shadow leaving Mrs. Zhu. In the whole room, the only one whose eyes followed him was Uncle Wu. I...
And Master Lang!
"Let me go..."
A woman's scream came from the stairs on the second floor. It was filled with anger and sorrow, and the sound was very high and harsh. The glass products in the room almost shattered at the same time.
This time everyone heard it, including Lao Mo and Zhu Cheng next to me. Their pale and frightened faces were the best proof.