Chapter 1879

Murong scolded: "you You're bullshit. Your daughter is the wild breed of ten thousand people riding. He's my son. He's murongmian... "

Mrs. Jones glanced at Murong Mian, who was not involved, and sneered: "Oh Do you really think I'm an idiot? If he was Murong Mian, what was it that you buried in Murong's ancestral grave a year ago? Was it a stray dog? "

Then she stood up, took out a can of things from a paper box and put it on the table with a bang: "look what this is. I asked people to dig it out. Tell me what the things in this small can are?"

As soon as Mrs. Murong saw it, she struggled at that time.

That's the urn. That's the white ceramic urn. She bought it herself. That's her son. That's her Randy.

Mrs. Murong was struggling in the glass box. Her legs were kicking against the hard glass wall. Her eyes were red. Her face was full of hatred ignited by anger. Her throat gave a suppressed roar, but she bit her teeth but did not speak.

Mrs. Jones lifted the lid of the urn and picked up a handful of ashes inside. Sure enough, her action made Mrs. Murong even more angry. In fact, she had no strength. But now, she kicked the glass box, and her hand tied by the hemp rope was struggling to break away. She didn't feel the hemp rope abrading her skin and flesh.

Mrs. Jones laughed and twisted her features. She looked at Mrs. Murong with a morbid pleasure on her face. She said, "Oh, how angry is that your son is not dead? What are you doing with such anger, or Do you know what's in it? "

Mrs. Murong's teeth have bitten her lips. Her eyes are red and bleeding. She stares at the jar. The voice in her throat is like the last whine of a dying prey.

Murong Mian listened and looked. He pinched his hand in his pocket, but his face was still silent.

His indifference, in this dark and humid basement, appears particularly abrupt.

The dim yellow light on his head casts a black silhouette on his body. His whole body is like a tree standing there motionless. It seems that no matter what the other party does, it can't disturb and shake him.

Mrs. Jones burst out laughing. She suddenly grabbed a handful of ashes from it and scattered them.

The powdered ashes scattered in the air, turned into dust, floated in the air for a while, and finally fell to the ground.

Mrs. Murong couldn't help screaming: "bitch, I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you..."

Mrs. Jones laughs madly: "you didn't expect that you would fall to this point one day. You are angry, you scream, whatever, but now you can only fall to the point of having a nest with snakes and mice. If you want to save your son's ashes, and you want to kill me, you have to live first and ask your wild son for help."

Mrs. Jones knew that it would be very difficult to start from Murong Mian. This man was very cruel.

Moreover, she couldn't control what he was thinking at all, so she had to start from Mrs. Murong.

Obviously, the effect was good. She had Mrs. Murong's family dig out the ashes box that Mrs. Murong had not set up a monument. It contained her own son Murong Mian.

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