After I died, the murderer came to my house

Chapter 147

Chapter 0147 – Creepy Feng Hui!!

Wang Shixuan left the Anning villa area not long ago.

Li Beicai hurried back to Villa 014.

After all, his [Dark Fruit] was stolen and eaten, and he always had to come back to see it. It’s just that at this time, the yellow cauliflower has already cooled, and there is still ~ Wang Shixuan’s figure in villa 014.

On the floor next to the TV cabinet, there were a few drops of black liquid, which seemed to be the juice of the pulp in [Dark Fruit].

“Master, that black fruit is really gone~”

Yin Xiaoxiao said so.

Of course, she knew about the [Dark Fruit], after all, that fruit had always been on the TV cabinet.

The master once told her that this black fruit can only be eaten by living people, and it seems that it will change after being eaten by living people.

When I was in the theater before, the owner said that the fruit in the house had been eaten and he wanted to come back to see it.

After returning, the black fruit was indeed gone.

“Forget it, if it’s gone, it’s gone, and it’s useless to keep that fruit anyway.” Li Bei said slowly. ”

He didn’t care too much about it.

Rushing back, I just wanted to see what would happen to the living people who ate the [Dark Fruit].

Since the person who ate the fruit has gone, the matter is unknown.

At this time, Li Bei did not know.

Just because of his [Dark Fruit], an extremely cruel and twisted killing has begun.

He didn’t even know.

A dark witch in the demon world was also born because of his [Dark Fruit].

Of course, these are all afterwords… Heaven, it will be dark before dark.

Wang Shixuan took Qi Yimu’s car and had already arrived at the gate of the Golden Sun Community.

“Thank you Auntie, then I’ll go back.”

Listening to the little guy’s immature words, Ji Shaohua nodded with a smile.

“Well, go ahead.”

Unfastening the seat belt, opening the door, Wang Shixuan got out of the car and left.

As Ji Shaohua drove the car away, she also walked into the Golden Sun Community.

She came all the way to Building 4 of the Golden Sun Community, walked into the unit door of the three-unit and walked into the elevator.

Eventually, she stood in front of the door of Residence 701, Unit 3, Building 4, and knocked on the door with her hand.

One second, two seconds, three seconds…

Ten seconds passed, and no one came to open the door.

She had to knock on the door again.

With the sound of banging, the next moment, the door was opened.

It was her uncle Feng Hui who opened the door.

The man’s greasy face was full of anger, and his eyes were cold and murderous.

The uncle brutally grabbed her by the collar with his hand, lifted her up, and carried her into the room.

A trash can sat in front of her, containing the birds she had sewn, the two dead kittens she had sewn, and some fresh watermelon skins

Obviously, the matter of her sewing small animals has been known by the Feng Hui family.

Her head was pressed into the trash by her uncle, her face was plastered to the fluffy animal carcass, the cold watermelon skin…

“Look at the good things you did, is there a problem with your brain?!!

Listening to this angry shout, she only struggled a little, then let her little head come out of the trash can, and let the trash can break away from Feng Hui’s other hand and fall to the ground, and the garbage inside was spilled on the ground.

Feng Hui was a little stunned, he just felt a huge force, and the trash can came out and fell to the ground.

He didn’t understand what was going on.

His wife Wang Lanfen and his son Feng Zhitao were sitting on the sofa over there, watching a play.

“Eighty percent of this little thing’s brain is wrong.”

Wang Lanfen said lightly.

Stitching up the corpse of the bird and kitten, this is not a brain problem.

Feng Zhitao, the bear child, shouted: “I have long seen that she has a mental problem!” No matter how I move her these days, she is like a dead person without a little reaction, which is really boring. ”

Recently, he has often bullied and teased Wang Shixuan, and even abused her.

And Wang Shixuan was indeed numb every time, and did not react at all.

At this time.

Wang Shixuan was wearing a school uniform and carrying a school bag, her collar was carried by her uncle, her feet were off the ground, and her numb little face had slight water stains and fine flude.

The fluff on the watermelon skin in the water-stained trash can is from the kitten carcass she stitched up in the garbage can.

She looked at the man who lifted her up, his eyes full of hollowness and numbness

As if innocently, she murmured, “I heard that when people die, they become like dolls, right?” ”

After saying this, she laughed childishly and innocently.

“Over~”

け溟嗷嗲呲 mother festival again, the book picks the name on the body.

The originally childish and innocent smile at the corner of her mouth also became weird to the extreme with this breath, and even gave people a somewhat hideous feeling.

Feng Hui’s heart clicked inexplicably, and the feeling that this little thing in front of him gave him at this time was like some kind of monster, which made him creepy.

Before he could react, a small hand grabbed his throat and scratched his Adam’s apple.

At the throat of a person, there are several segments of cartilage, thyroid cartilage, if an adult male uses all his strength to grasp these cartilage, and then pull it violently, it is enough to misalign these cartilages, or even twist these cartilages, making people die.

That little hand grasped the cartilage at Feng Hui’s throat at this time.

The owner of the little hand is Wang Shixuan, and since she ate the [Dark Fruit], her strength has been comparable to seven or eight adult men.

With the force of her fingers, the skin on the surface of Feng Hui’s throat was even scratched by her.

There were no screams, only weird coughs.

She used a sharp force and directly pulled out the cartilage (Adam’s apple) in her uncle’s throat, and even the trachea and grabbed it in her hand.

A large amount of blood sprayed out, sprinkled on Wang Shixuan’s strange smiling face, sprinkled on her school uniform, sprinkled on the ground, and sprinkled on the white walls on the side.

There is still a hint of warmth in the blood, and the feeling on the face is like warm and sticky milk tea spilled on the face.

The hand holding her collar lost strength, and her uncle fell to the ground without even screaming, falling in a pool of blood and convulsing twice, unable to die again.

And she, he stood on the ground again.

She looked at the flesh and cartilage at the throat of the person she was holding and threw it in a pool of blood next to her uncle’s body.