Pretty idiots are born to be played with and ruined by their husbands.

Chapter 41 Zhou Gangxun, when are you going to be executed?

Ruan Zhijuan stopped halfway up the ladder, his gaze shifting from Zhou Gangxun to the man on the ground by the door.

A thin, grayish-white arm emerged from his stomach.

Then came another arm, followed by a human head.

Like the crops that used to sprout and break through the soil in the village, except now it's a human seedling and fleshy soil, and you can even hear the "plop plop" sound of it breaking through flesh and blood. The man's belly is as fragile as a thin sheet of paper.

The boy stopped moving once the tube emerged from the chest and rib area.

His entire upper body was like a pimple on a man's skin, just "growing" inside his body.

"Wow, there's a man... oh, half a man, inside his belly."

Everyone in the room turned their gaze to Ruan Zhijuan, who had stopped crawling and was sitting on the ground.

Ye Yongzhao thought he had misheard. "What did you say? What... half a man?"

Ruan Zhijuan's calm tone sent chills down one's spine, much like a seven or eight-year-old child laughing and curiously telling him, "Uncle, I think I killed my parents. Their heads are gone and they're not moving anymore."

Zhou Gangxun stared intently at Ruan Zhijuan's body, then said, "He said that man had a man's corpse inside his stomach."

"It wasn't eaten, it just wasn't digested."

A-Yi, whose heart had "stopped" from being terrified by Ruan Zhenzi, slowly leaned against the wall for support: "..." It's true what they say, like attracts like. Both husband and wife are so eerie... What kind of good person would sleep in a drawer, and crawl around like a ghost, and now they're calmly discussing whether the corpse has been digested...

No, he needs to go to the temple tomorrow to pray for a good luck charm... It's so cold...

Ye Yongzhao understood what Zhou Gangxun meant: the man had a corpse inside his stomach.

It wasn't about cooking and eating the corpse, it was about storing it.

It is very likely the same corpse that Yang Siyan mentioned to him.

He stepped forward, lifted the man's clothes, and saw a 25cm sutured incision on his abdomen.

Judging from the healing of the wounds, it should have been before the first incident.

Ye Yongzhao stood up, looked at Zhou Gangxun, and then at the man. It was now very clear who the possessed murderer was who was helping to commit the crime.

"Take everyone back first."

Zhou Gangxun put the cleaver aside, and with several dark gun barrels aimed at him, he bent down, picked up his "disabled" wife, and supported her buttocks with his palms.

"What are you doing sleeping in the drawer?"

"It's too noisy." Ruan Zhijuan pouted and muttered softly, "They're all bullying me..."

Hmph, it's all because Zhou Gangxun has no money; other people always come to rent his place.

It's that family of four we met before, treating his and Zhou Gangxun's house like their own home.

The couple argued while vomiting blood, which splattered everywhere, even onto his clothes and pillow. He told them not to make a mess, otherwise Zhou Gangxun would have to clean up after a long day.

Why should I?

Zhou Gangxun is his husband, someone who serves him, not theirs.

But they wouldn't listen, pretending not to see it.

The old lady would sit on his feet, and when he spoke to her, she would squint her eyes and press her bottom down even more firmly. The old man would cough incessantly and cough phlegm towards his bedside.

Ruan Zhijuan could only be squeezed until she was so angry that she went to sleep in the drawer with red eyes and a pout.

Hmph, a bunch of bastards.

Ruan Zhijuan blinked her aggrieved red eyes and asked, "Zhou Gangxun, when will you be sentenced to death, executed?"

His gaze fell on Zhou Gangxun's face, which was covered in scabs. He spat on his fingers, trying to wipe it clean.

"..." sentenced to death... executed by firing squad... hehe.

Zhou Gangxun looked at Ruan Zhijuan with a dark expression, sneered, grabbed his spit-covered hand and wiped it on his own face, his words laced with a hint of gritted teeth, "No judgment."

His wicked wife is alive and well, how can he be sentenced to death?

"Oh... then don't put your hands on my butt, it's wet, hot, and sweaty..." Before she could finish speaking, Ruan Zhijuan felt a large hand maliciously pinching her butt.

"Ouch...it hurts, Zhou Gangxun...it's broken..."

"Let it go, let it go... Honey, waah... my butt's going to break into eight pieces..."