Blessed To Have Each Other In This Life (Mu Shao, Your Wife Is Born Again)

Open the door, pass through the hallway, and enter the living room.

Jiang Ci divides the crew into three teams: one team is responsible for installing bombs; one team is responsible for protecting the safety of the installers; the other team is led by her to the master bedroom on the second floor.

When they walked to the corner of the stairs, they saw a bituminous black mucus leaking from the top of the stairs. Just looking at it made the scalp numb.

Going up, the floor of the aisle was almost covered with black slime, and there was nowhere to go.

Tangtang was courageous, tried to step on it, and smiled: “Hey? It seems all right.”

Jiang Ci breathed a sigh of relief, “It may be because the protective clothing has been isolated. Everyone should remain vigilant and try not to expose their skin to the air.”

Others should claim to be.

As they continued to walk in, there was more and more mucus, the floor was slippery, and they became more cautious as they moved.

During this period, the cry for help kept coming out of the bedroom intermittently.

The door was open, and Jiang Ci led people in.

Rao was psychologically prepared. When she saw the scene before her again, her heart still twitched fiercely!

That’s horrible……

So many…so many shriveled corpses, soaked in the thick mucus everywhere, most of them even had their eyes open, and their expressions were still scared.

Jiang Ci tried not to look directly at the dead as much as possible. She calmed down, and stood at the door to check the room with other special police officers. After a careful look, there was indeed no survival.

At this time, the woman’s head growing from the back of Mossan’s neck changed faintly.

It struggled, as if trying to get out of Mossan’s body, leaning its head vigorously, twisting its shoulders and necks, making a creaking sound.

Jiang Ci and her teammates picked up their guns almost at the same time, ready to feed it a few bullets at any time!

“Wait!” Jiang Ci was shocked and stopped.

That woman’s originally vague face gradually became clear, and finally became a middle-aged woman!

Tangtang was surprised: “Hey? How come the witches of Jilingjia country look like people from our country?”

“Damn!” Jiang Ci cursed gritted his teeth, his expression extremely ugly, “That’s my mother!”

Everyone was taken aback!

“Your mother was also eaten by a witch?!” Tangtang was even more surprised.

Jiang Ci replied, “Bah! My mother is dead!”

She raised the gun in her hand, aimed at the witch’s head, gritted her teeth: “This is fake!”

The expected gunshots did not sound.

Jiang Ci aimed for a long time, finally put down his arm helplessly, looking at it with a complicated expression.

Can’t get your hands…

Faced with the face of her own mother, she really couldn’t do anything.

“Help…Help…”

A cry for help reverberated in the room where the corpse was laid out, and Jiang Ci’s face was even more ugly.

Even the voice is exactly the same as her mother!

A special police officer hesitated: “It seems to be coming from her mouth.”

“But her mouth didn’t move…”

Everyone felt horrified.

Jiang Ci decided to retreat immediately.

Since there are no hostages to rescue, there is no need to stay.

As soon as she was about to leave, the woman’s head seemed to see that her change and voice had not worked, and she changed again… This time, that face became that of a man.

“…Mu Zening?” Tangtang was startled.

Jiang Ci also knew Mu Zening, but the Mu Zening in her memory was definitely not as handsome and compelling.

After thinking about it, Jiang Ci understood: The changing appearance of this witch was actually what she and Tangtang thought in their hearts.

To Jiang Ci, Mu Zening is just an ordinary man, even a bit annoying, but in Tangtang’s heart, he is a beautified image.

As for why Jiang Ci’s mother and Mu Zening had changed, it was because the distress on the stairs, the tentacle touched Jiang Ci and Tangtang.

Afraid that Tangtang would be stupid, Jiang Ci grabbed her hand and retreated.

“Muzening” yelled intermittently, “Tangtang…come…come…”