With a "clang", there was a muddy sound. The knife whizzed past Mo Baohua's ears. The house was covered in mud and grass. The force of the knife was thrown out was strong and fell straight on the mud wall and buried three points in the soil.

The whole audience was silent, and the timid had already covered his eyes.

If...if you deviate a little further, Mo Baohua, who was standing in front of the wall, would definitely splatter blood on the spot.

He turned his head slightly and looked at the motionless kitchen knife on the wall. Mo Baohua's face did not change his color, his eyes were faintly shining, and his cheeks, which were somewhat dry and yellow, sank slightly.

In front of everyone, he reached out and pulled out the kitchen knife. Because he used too much force, when the knife left the wall, his whole body took two steps back.

Everyone subconsciously took two steps back.

Taking a deep breath, Mo Baohua looked down at the kitchen knife in his hand, then looked up at Chen Jingui, and walked slowly over.

"Ah!!! Killing! Killing! She's going to kill!!!"

He was so proud that he could use shamelessness to the extreme. Chen Jingui shouted and hid in the crowd. When she threw it out just now, she did have thoughts, but that was a hot forehead. Now that I think about it, I was so scared.

The evil woman in the countryside is still a little less courageous. She just shouts and fights and kills, and how much blood has she seen?

Chen Jingui was guilty and scared, and was also scared by Mo Baohua's appearance. Unexpectedly, this stupid girl who usually doesn't hum is so scary.

It was like a ghost possessed, and suddenly became a different person...

"What do you think, Liangzi, are you just standing there? You're messing around." The father Ye, who is the highest-ranking in the village, rushed over after hearing the news. He couldn't stand it anymore and shouted at the brothers Leng Lao Er who were motionless in the yard.

Leng Laoer was usually afraid of Chen Jingui, so he didn't dare to go up like that just now. He had a drooping face and was not good to be pointed at by others.

Several other brothers and daughters-in-law also lowered their heads and carefully avoided Leng Xiaohua. The knife in her hand... She just passed the gates of hell, who knows if she will lose her mind...

"Flower! Child, be obedient, put down the knife and speak well." Dad Ye took out his appearance as an elder and gently uncovered Mo Baohua from a distance.

After reaching out, Mo Baohua took the knife and looked at him. Did she scare the old man? She is so lucky. If the knife was a little bit worse just now, would she go to see the King of Hell again?

Whether Chen Jingui was intentional or unintentional, she knew clearly that killing someone was just a knife. She wanted to leave this place safely and would not foolishly show off her courage, but it would not prevent her from being scared, at least let her be at peace for a few days.

"This knife is a bit blunt and not sharp enough, so I'll grind it."

The fourteen-year-old daughter's family still speaks with a hint of childishness, but it makes people feel inexplicably scared when they hear it. And those eyes are very much like the eyes of a Bodhisattva in the temple. It is blasphemy to look at it once more.

Everyone felt that Huaer must have been stimulated and dared not move around. Chen Jingui hid beside him and cursed in his heart, "This dead girl is not really crazy, she can't even let go of any farts on weekdays."

Dad Ye also took two steps back, trying to persuade him again but was afraid of the knife in Mo Baohua's hand.

In the silence, Mo Baohua walked under the eaves of the kitchen, squatted in front of the whetstone and began to sharpen the knife in a very good manner.

The friction sound of the whetstone contacting the knife surface seemed particularly strange in this cold winter, and the force was not enough, so the sound was sometimes high and sometimes low, and Mo Baohua was extremely serious as if no one was present.

Listening to the clear crackling sound, everyone swallowed, especially Chen Jingui, whose face turned a little pale.

The so-called attack on the heart is, but in this case, it is not only a knife that can kill people. The rough and thin little hands raised the slightly shining kitchen knife, and seemed to feel that it was almost done, so he nodded with satisfaction.

"Flower... kid... put down the knife. If you have something to do, tell me, I will make the decision for you." Dad Ye is respected in the village. He takes the lead in whatever he has. Now he can only pluck his courage to persuade him.

Mo Baohua then glanced at Dad Ye, nodded as well as usual, and then looked at Chen Jingui in the crowd. The villagers who stood in front of Chen Jingui made a tacit understanding.

"Bitch, what do you want to do? Kill someone! Kill someone!" Chen Jingui was really shocked at this time.

A typical example of bullying good and being afraid of evil. The blue cloth jacket on his body just rolled on the ground and looked like the one being bullied.

“What is this for?”

At the end of the New Year, wealthy families in the town would make their own fried tofu. Leng Dazhuang, the Leng family's great master, was a famous expert in this area. Today, I happened to be invited to work in the town. I didn't have much work, so I came back early. From a distance, I saw a crowd of people surrounding my house.

Thinking something was wrong, he rushed over in a hurry. He happened to hear Chen Jingui calling and saw the knife in Mo Baohua's hand. These embarrassing things, and the proud Master Leng roared.

"Dad! You're back. This girl is crazy. She's going to kill someone! Dad! I dare not stay in this family anymore. I want to kill someone!" Chen Jingui saw Leng Dazhuang and ran away as if he had seen a savior.

She went back to her parents' home to hide for two days. Anyway, she refused to admit that this girl was not dead. Who could do anything to her? Now the knife is in the hands of that dead girl.

This time, Chen Jingui didn't even care about his baby daughter Cui'er, and ran to the entrance of the village as if he was escaping.

"What's going on? Put down the knife." The family scandal should not be made public. Leng Dazhuang felt that his face was hot. The villagers were watching their family jokes. They were blushing and their necks were thick. They took Mo Baohua two steps forward and wanted to steal the knife in her hand.

Mo Baohua cooperated very well and threw the knife away neatly. Her wrists were still a little sore and numb. Not to mention that she couldn't hold it anymore. The knife was still a bit heavy.

"You evil thing..." Leng Dazhuang rushed up and was about to fight.

Mo Baohua remained silent and stepped back to dodge, but his eyes became three points cold.

"Dazhuang, stop, Huaer is not blamed for this matter, just say something."

At this time, Uncle Ye hurriedly stepped forward to hold Leng Dazhuang. Leng Dongliang, the boss of the Leng family, was quick-witted and ran over to pick up the kitchen knife, fearing that something would happen again.

Dad Ye personally pulled Leng Dazhuang with great face, so he glanced at Baohua and was pulled into the house.

"When you go back, why are you standing there coldly? Go back!" Dad Ye pulled Leng Dazhuang and called on the villagers to scatter.

A farce ended, and no one paid attention to the cold little flower in the yard.

Normally, the third wife of the Leng family must have come forward to comfort her. Today, I don’t dare to see Mo Baohua taking a detour, and Old Lady Leng was supported by several daughters-in-law and looked dazed.

As the person dispersed, Mo Baohua put his hands together to his lips and sniffed. His face changed slightly, and his breath changed in vain. His back was slightly erect, and his steps were growing lotus. He stopped in front of the mud wall where the kitchen knife fell just now. He picked up some mud and looked at it with a look of confusion.

Lift your jaw slightly, turn your head and look around slowly.
Chapter completed!