Chapter 1879: Is he your son?

Mrs. Murong cursed: "You ... you bullshit, you go to your daughter is a wild species riding by people, he is my son, he is Murong Mian ..."
Mrs. Jones glanced at Murong Mian who was outside and sneered: "Oh ... Do you really think I'm an idiot? If he was Murong Mian, what was it that you secretly buried in Murong's ancestor's grave that year ago, is it a stray dog ? "
Then, she stood up, took out a jar from a cardboard box, and slammed it on the table: "Look what it is, I'll dig it out, you come to tell me, this little jar What is it? "
At first glance, Mrs. Murong struggled.
It was the urn, the white ceramic urn, which she had bought with her own hands. The ashes inside were loaded by her, and that was her son, and that was her Randy.
Mrs. Murong was struggling in a glass box. Her legs were against a hard glass wall, her eyes were red, her face was full of hatred ignited by anger, and a depressing roar from her throat, but she didn't speak with her teeth.
Mrs. Jones lifted the lid of the ashes box and pinched a handful of ashes inside. Sure enough, her action made Madam Murong even more angry. She was actually out of strength, but now she rang the glass box and numbed it. The hands tied by the ropes were struggling to break free, and the hemp ropes did not feel the flesh breaking through.
Mrs. Jones laughed, her features were distorted, and she looked at Mrs. Murong with a sickly pleasure on her face. She said, "Oh, how angry you are, don't you say your son hasn't died? Then what are you doing so angry, or ... Do you know what's inside? "
Mrs. Murong's teeth had bitten her lips. Her eyes seemed red to bleed. She stared at the jar, the sound in her throat, like a dying prey, and finally wailed.
Mu Rongmian listened, looked, and put his hands in his pockets, and slowly squeezed them, but his face remained still.
His indifference seemed extraordinarily abrupt in this dark and damp basement.
The yellow light on his head fell on him, and a black silhouette was projected on top of him. The whole person, like a tree, stood motionless. It seemed that no matter what the other party did, it could not disturb him.
Mrs. Jones laughed, and suddenly she grabbed a handful of ashes inside and threw it hard.
The powdery ashes scattered in the air, turned into dust and floated in the air for a while before finally falling to the ground.
Mrs. Murong could not help but utter a heartbreaking scream: "Slut, I want to kill you, I want to kill you ..."
Mrs. Jones laughed wildly: "Did you ever think that you would end up here one day, you are angry, you scream, you are casual, but now you can only fall into a nest with snakes and mice If you want to save your son's ashes, if you want to kill me, then you must live first, and ask your wild son for help. "
Mrs. Jones knew that it would be difficult to get started with Murong Mian. This man was very ruthless.
Moreover, she couldn't control what he was thinking, so she had to start from Mrs. Murong's side.
Obviously, the effect is good. She asked people to dig out Murong's urn from the ancestral tomb of Murong's family and buried it in there.