"Mom," Xiao Zhu's husband said, stepping forward with their child in his arms to offer a few words of comfort. It was only then that Granny Liu gave a disgruntled snort.
"I'll go get the car." Ji Taixian caught the car keys Xie Ning tossed him.
As he turned, a piercing shriek ripped through the air.
Zhu HuiZhen had suddenly snatched a rusty axe from nearby and charged forward, bringing it down on Wang Han's neck without a word.
Ji Taixian recoiled a step in terror.
He watched as the woman brought the axe down on the already pathetic-looking Wang Han's head three times, sending blood gushing everywhere.
Now he was truly beyond saving.
Xie Ning stood right next to Wang Han. As Xiao Huang Mao shivered and hugged himself, she simply watched the scene unfold, her face a mask of indifference.
Like a woman possessed, Zhu HuiZhen hacked at Wang Han's body with the axe, now coated in bits of flesh. She swung again and again, blow after heavy blow, until she was panting for breath.
