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"Honey, drink it while it's hot..."

The sister directly pressed the old widower's head into the hot pot. White smoke billowed out and the old widower's body began to tremble.

It was a convulsion caused by unbearable pain.

The scalding boiling water quickly turned his face red, and his skin was like a cooked crab shell, red and bleeding.

But in the next second, blisters began to appear on his fragile face.

The blisters burst in the boiling water, and the flesh on his face was like thin slices of fat beef thrown into a hot pot. The bright red color gradually turned white, and it looked like it was cooked.

The air gradually filled with the rich aroma of meat.

The old widower's body struggled violently, and his hands tried to overturn the pot during the struggle.

Seeing that he was restless, the sister pulled the old widower's head out of the pot.

The old widower's face was completely unrecognizable, with large chunks of scalded skin peeling off, and a disgusting oily sheen floated in the water in the pot.

"Ah ah ah..."

A painful scream finally came out of his mouth, and the scarlet tongue was now covered with festering blisters.

"What's wrong, husband? From the look on your face, it seems like you don't like the pork rib soup I made for you!"

The smile on the corner of her sister's mouth was extremely cruel. When she pulled the old widower's hair with her sharp hook-like nails, the nails were too long and dug into his scalp.

The old widower's hair was tangled in blood.

He could no longer make any sound.

Just now, his head was pushed into the scalding boiling water. The intense pain and suffocation made him open his mouth wide and take several mouthfuls of boiling water.

At this moment, his mouth and throat were already ulcerated.

The old widower could only scream "wuwuwu"...

Now he is worse off than dead.

But his sister's voice gave the old widower a glimmer of hope again.

"Dear husband, do you want me to let you go?"

"Well, if you drink all the soup, I'll let you go!"

My sister's gentle voice was like gurgling water, mixed with subtle temptation.

The old widower was a man who cherished his life. If he had a chance to survive, of course he would seize it.

But he also knew that if he drank all the boiling water, he would definitely die.

When the old widower hesitated, his sister's bewitching voice sounded again.

"Husband, this is the soup I personally cooked for you. If you waste it, you will let me down..."

"Drink it up, and you'll have a chance to live. It's just a pot of soup..."

The old widower's head became confused, and his unrecognizable face had no expression at all.

At this time, his sister's voice kept echoing in his head.

Drink up the soup... drink up the soup...

His body was like a stiff puppet, and his hands held up the large iron pot on the gas stove like a machine.

The temperature of the iron pot was scalding hot, and his hands seemed to fall on the red-hot iron plate, and the smell of barbecue came out with a "sizzling" sound.

The heartbreaking pain caused the old widower's head to regain consciousness for a short time.

He wanted to shake off the hot pot in his hands, but to his horror, his head was clear but his body was out of control.

"Guluuluulu..."

The boiling water in the pot kept bubbling, and the hot white mist enveloped his miserable face.

In panic and despair, he opened his mouth to the widest arc.

Then he lifted a pot of boiling water and poured it directly into his mouth...

My sister watched the old widower's belly getting bigger and bigger, and said with a sinister smile: "That's great, the last ingredient is ready."

After drinking a whole pot of water, the old widower finally fell to the ground completely.

The iron pot hit the floor with a thud.

The old widower fell to the ground, his body convulsing in agony.

Gradually, his body responded less and less, leaving only weak breathing.

Before he died, the old widower's forgotten memories finally became clear.

He remembered that his wife had died some time ago.

He was beaten to death.

That bitch dared to steal all his savings and wanted to run away with a wild man.

When he captured her, he tied her up with a dog chain and beat and kicked her every day.

But that day he drank too much and couldn't control his strength.

When he woke up, the woman on the ground was no longer breathing.

She was like a puddle of mud, curled up in a limp ball, and her blood was everywhere on the floor.

He stretched out his finger and poked her head, trying to make sure she was still alive.

As a result, his fingers dug directly into her head.

She is dead, completely dead...

But why would he forget this memory?

And this she at home...

Who is it?

The old widower completely lost his life in death with eyes closed.

The sister had no expression on her face. She picked up a kitchen knife and chopped off the old widower's head, then peeled off his scalp, threw it into the pot, and filled it with water...

“Just use this to entertain the wedding guests!”

My sister put the lid on the pot.

"Okay, it's time to deal with that pretty boy."

The sister's figure gradually elongated, and her limbs became deformed and slender. She stretched out her purple-black tongue to lick the blood from the blade clean, and her eyes glowed with green light.

………………

The second floor.

The new room Sang Yu chose was next door to Su Yue.

The moment Lu Moli walked into the room, his slender hands fell on Sang Yu's shoulders and pressed her whole body against the door.

In the dark room, the shallow breathing of the two people was infinitely amplified.

In the darkness, Sang Yu's deep eyes shone brightly.

"Brother, when did you regain your memory?" Sang Yu blinked and asked guiltily.

When facing her brother, she would always feel guilty subconsciously.

After all, she did a lot of immoral things before the other party recovered her memory.

"Ah……"

A slight sneer came from above Sang Yu's head.

If you listen carefully, you can still hear the gnashing of teeth in this sneer.

"After being tied to the bed by some heartless little thing, who then patted me on the butt and walked away, I felt as if I had experienced the same thing before, and then I regained my previous memories."

The brother's eyes were scarlet and looked very dangerous.

His first time with Sang Yu was indeed unpleasant.

When the two of them were going through clouds and rain, the person beneath them suddenly disappeared in front of them.

This experience is not wonderful.

But this time, the same situation...the same feeling made him recover his memory in advance.

He couldn't wait to punish Sang Yu.