Muyan pulled out the dagger with a sharp force.

Big Aunt Su’s shrill screams were stuck in her throat. Her mouth was wide open, but no sound came out.

Big Aunt Su died, but she didn’t understand why it was her instead of the lamb, Jun Muyan.

“Mother! Mother! Don’t scare me, wuwuwu!”

“B*tch, how dare you kill my mother?!”

When Su Jinzhu came to her senses after Big Aunt Su’s death, she discovered Jun Muyan had already cut off the rope and stood up.

The three of them were originally filled with indignation and scolded Jun Muyan angrily and sharply, but upon seeing Jun Muyan’s face, they were so scared that their hands and feet went cold and they couldn’t utter a single sentence.

“Jun… Jun Muyan, you… what do you want to do? You killed my mother, but my father and aunt won’t let you pass!”

Muyan chuckled and turned the dagger slowly in her hand. She approached the three people step by step with the baby in her bulging belly.

At this time, Jun Muyan was only fourteen to fifteen years old, much younger than even Su Baozhu.

But at that moment, the vibe she gave out scared all three of them and their arms and legs turned to jelly.

Su Baozhu, the youngest among them, couldn’t bear the pressure and let out a scream then she turned around to run away.

However, her hair was abruptly caught and she was violently pulled and thrown back.

“Peng!” Su Baozhu hit the wall and passed out.

Seeing this, Chen Yulan’s face turned gloomy and malicious. She picked up the stool by the side and wanted to smash it.

Muyan couldn’t dodge it due to her big figure and was hit right in the head, but the stool was broken into pieces of wood.

“Ha… Haha… Little b*tch, let me see your…”

Before she could finish, Chen Yulan suddenly felt a strong pain in her knees. Shortly afterward, her body shook and she couldn’t even stand still and fell.

Streams of fresh blood were falling from Muyan’s forehead, which mixed with the blood of Big Aunt Su. It made her look even more terrifying.

Muyan didn’t intend to clean up. She just carefully guarded her belly then looked at Su Jinzhu, who was the last one standing before her.

“Ghost… You’re a ghost… Help, help!”

Su Jinzhu shouted aloud and wanted to rush out, but she was hit in the waist by the dagger Muyan threw out.

“Ah—!” Su Jinzhu screamed. She became completely paralyzed below her waist and fell to the ground with a heavy thump, body twitching repeatedly.

Muyan dragged the three wailing people with difficulty with a hand supporting her own waist.

She played with the dagger which was covered in blood and chuckled. “So, did you like this gift?”