When the woman spoke, her belly bulged, the two blood-stained nipples on her chest transformed into two eyes, and her belly button opened wide, becoming a mouth. The voice coming from her abdomen sounded muffled and deep.
Ma Fuqing knew that was his wife. He wanted to tell her not to come any closer, but he couldn't speak or make any move. Only then did he realize that he was dead, lying stiffly on the ground. Beside him was his younger brother, who was still looking at him and chuckling.
The woman raised her hand, reached into her neck, and rummaged around until she pulled out a bloodstained saw, its teeth still smeared with bits of flesh. Her bloodshot eyes bulged, and the mouth on her Huahua belly continued to speak:
"Give me back my head!"
Ma Fuqing watched as the headless woman squatted down and used a saw to cut off his head. The sharp teeth of the saw scraped against the skin of his neck, and blood immediately seeped out.
He was dead, but he could still feel the excruciating pain. He wondered if his wife could still feel the same pain when he personally severed her head from her corpse.
The saw creaked and groaned, and blood gushed out, forming a large pool on the ground. Ma Fuquan chuckled beside him, and when he saw the saw cut all the way to the bottom and the head fell off, he clapped and cheered.
Ma Fuqing was certain he was dead, as dead as could be, even his head had been cut off, but he could still feel a cool breeze blowing into his internal organs through his neck.
The woman carried him away with his head, while Ma Fuquan picked up his body and ran in another direction.
"Hey, where are you going? You can't separate me!" Ma Fuqing shouted, but he was already dead and couldn't utter a sound.
Ma Fuquan ran to an abandoned fishpond and threw Ma Fuqing's body into the weed-covered water. The woman went to a large locust tree, dug a hole, and buried his head in it.
Ma Fuqing waited for a long time, it felt like an eternity. He could feel his mouth and nose filled with mud, an earthworm crawling across his cheek, into his nose, and out of his ear. While his brain was infested with maggots, his body was swollen and rotting among the water plants in the distance.
Ma Fuquan and the headless woman have both disappeared; no one knows where they went.
The headless, rotting corpse stubbornly crawled out of the pond, its fingers digging into the mud, inching its way towards the head. After an unknown amount of time, perhaps longer than a century, it reached the old locust tree, dug away the soil, pulled out the rotting head, and attached it to its own neck.
Maggots and centipedes crawled all over his face, but he couldn't care less.
He took a deep breath.
ah!
Fresh air tastes so good!
It's so good to be alive!
However, just as he thought he had been reborn and was rejoicing over it, breathing deeply and greedily, a tall, thin man suddenly walked up to him.
The man had prominent cheekbones, almost no flesh on his cheeks, and his eyes were sunken in dark circles, making him look like a ghost from a distance.
" Yang Baoguo!" Ma Fuqing recognized him at a glance.
Yang Baoguo remained silent, his face as gloomy as the sky before a rainstorm. He held a basin in his hand, filled to the brim with water.
Ma Fuqing sensed something bad was about to happen. Just as he was about to run away, four burly men in detention center uniforms appeared out of nowhere and pinned him to the ground.
Yang Baoguo placed the basin on the ground, then took out a pack of tissues, pulled out a few sheets, and covered Ma Fuqing's face. He then dipped his hand in the basin and sprinkled some water onto the tissues.
Ma Fuqing immediately felt a bit short of breath. He had just struggled to crawl back from the brink of death, and was greedily breathing in the fresh air of life, when suddenly he was back on the edge of death.
His body was held down tightly by four burly men, and he couldn't move at all. He could only blow hard, trying to blow the tissue off his face, but the wet tissue was like a magnet, sticking firmly to his face. As soon as it was blown away and a little air leaked in, it was immediately covered up again.
"Please, let me go!" Ma Fuqing shouted through the tissue.
He didn't want to die again. The feeling of death was too painful, not only because of the gruesome manner of dying, but also because he had to watch himself die each time. The fear of impending death, helplessness, despair, and the agony of dying were all intertwined, making it unbearable.
"Let you go?" Yang Baoguo sneered. "Did you let me go back then?"
Ma Fuqing said, "I'll give you anything you want, please, let me go!"
Yang Baoguo asked, "Anything is fine?"
Ma Fuqing said, "All my money, goods, and distribution channels are yours! Oh right, you like women, so I've kept many mistresses. I have a lover in Spring City who's a popular online streamer, and I also have several college students in Shenzhou and Yangcheng. If you like, they're all yours!"
Yang Baoguo smiled and asked, "Are you willing to do that?"
Ma Fuqing nodded vigorously.
Yang Baoguo removed the tissue from Ma Fuqing's face, took out his phone, turned on the recording function, and said, "Then tell me everything about yourself, including your suppliers, customers, women, the locations where you hide goods, and the transaction locations, tell me everything."
"Yes, yes..." Ma Fuqing began to recount his story bit by bit, as if reciting a script, and memories of the crime kept flooding back into his mind.
"I've told you everything, please let me go," Ma Fuqing said after recounting everything he could remember.
Yang Baoguo's face twisted into a ferocious grin. "Release you? Only if you bring me back to life!"
He slowly added tissues to Ma Fuqing's face, sprinkling a little water with each tissue. After four layers, Ma Fuqing couldn't breathe at all.
"Ugh... ugh..." Ma Fu stared wide-eyed in terror, his body trembling uncontrollably. Because he inhaled too forcefully, the white tissue was sucked into his mouth and nose, clearly imprinting his face shape like a plaster statue.
Ma Fuqing watched helplessly as he died once again. The feeling of being suffocated by a wet tissue was a thousand times more painful than being strangled by his brother.
He lay there, stiff and still. The stars in the sky were countless, like a myriad of eyes watching him. He didn't know where he was, but he could see both the sky and his own dead self.
They're definitely dead this time!
At that moment, he couldn't wait to get to hell. However, what awaited him was not the little devils of the underworld leading him on his way, but the sound of clattering footsteps.
"Congratulations, you made it through." Qingmu walked lazily up to him, hands in his pockets, bent down and looked at Ma Fuqing lying on the ground, saying, "Now let's discuss how you should die."