Talented Genius

At the door of Ma's house, twelve coffins were laid across the open ground. They were antique and there were wreaths, but they looked rather gloomy.

A hundred people gathered at the Ma's Courtyard Gate, which occupies half of the mountain peak by the mountains and rivers, all of them strained to look at the coffins.

There is dignity, anger, pain, and panic.

No one thought that someone would give a coffin to the Ma's family, and they would receive twelve coffins.

This is really bold.

"Who gave this coffin? It's really bold, don't you know this is the Ma family?"

"A dozen trucks came just now, dropped a box and ran away."

"The brothers chased up, but were shot by a burst of dark arrows, and watched the driver run away."

"Ma Sanpao opened the box, revealing these coffins, with the names of Shentu Yuanqing and Ma Xiangu written on them..."

"What? Second Miss? Grandpa? How could it be possible? Are there really Second Miss and Grandpa inside?"

"I don't know, I haven't opened it yet, Ma Liudao is leading people to inspect the coffin to see if there is any mechanism...

Nearly a hundred Majia guards stared at these coffins and whispered about the twelve coffins. Everyone felt a little uneasy.

The appearance of the twelve coffins is not only a visual impact, but also a psychological pressure.

"Snapped--"

When Ma Chunhua rushed out with more than a dozen partners, the Ma's guard who had finished inspecting the coffin was carefully lifting the heavy lid.

There was a loud noise, the lid crashed to the ground, and the coffin also showed what was inside. The Ma's guard was in an uproar, and there was a person lying inside.

A **** person.

In the pungent blood, Ma Chunhua saw at a glance that the deceased was the backbone of a police station and also under her husband, with a blood stain on her throat.

When her delicate body trembled, she also found that on the back of the opened coffin lid, there was a mahjong pattern drawn with a cinnabar brush:

"Ten thousand!"

Ma Chunhua's eyelids twitched, and then he screamed: "Open it all to me."

The Ma's guard moved quickly to open the second coffin, and soon saw the corpse of a nephew of the Ma's side, who was also a member of the criminal investigation operation.

His fatal wound was also slit in his throat.

And on his coffin, there is also a mahjong pattern:

"Ninety thousand!"

At the same time, the other coffins were also opened "boomboom" one after another, revealing the familiar faces of Ma Chunhua, all under her husband.

The heavy coffins also showed patterns one after another.

"east!"

"south!"

"oo!"

"north!"

"in!"

"hair!"

...

As the last three coffins were opened, the corpses of Ma Xiangu, Shentu Yuanqing, and Monto appeared, all **** and terrible.

Ma Xiangu's heart burst and her chest was full of blood. Shentu Yuanqing's half of his face was ruined and his flesh and blood were blurred, and Monto had a different head.

"Auntie, Shentu..."

Seeing this scene, Ma Chunhua was shocked and unbelievably stepped forward. She didn't want to believe that her aunt and husband were dead, but the truth was cruel.

Whether it was Shentu Yuanqing or Ma Xiangu, they were all cold and lifeless.

"Shentu——"

Ma Chunhua knelt down straight, and then yelled: "Who killed them? Who killed them?"

The audience was silent, no one answered, and didn't know how to answer.

"Shentu..."

Ma Chunhua was full of sorrow and sadness. She stretched out her hand to touch Shentu Yuanqing, but before her fingers touched her, she was in pain and spurted blood and fell to the ground.

Anxious.

"Miss, miss, what's the matter with you?"

"Tell Ma, tell Ma, the lady fainted..."

Seeing Ma Chunhua fainted, several backbones of the Ma family quickly rushed up, helped Ma Chunhua to the door for treatment, and asked Ma Baipao to come out.

Several members of the Ma family rushed inside and once again reported to Ma Baipao the situation at the door.

At this moment, the other Majia guards also drove out after hearing the news. More than 130 people crowded the Majia gate, all staring solemnly at the twelve coffins.

"Huh? Second lady, grandpa is really dead?"

"What happened to this?"

"My uncle is a police officer, and the second lady is also a person who has broken through the eighth rank. She can rank fourth in Malaysia. Who can kill her?"

"I heard that it seems to be carrying out some mission with the Heitan guy. I thought that the second lady would be invincible, but I didn't expect to die..."

"One tube, nine tubes, one, nine, ten thousand, ninety thousand, east, south, west, north, middle, and what do these numbers mean?"

"It's a bit like the mahjong I played..."

After a short silence, the Majia guards looked at the coffin like an enemy, and whispered each other's information, wanting to know more about the truth.

"Where is the body?"

As everyone was whispering, a majestic growl came from the garden, with endless killing intent and anger.

The Ma guards quickly stepped aside, and everyone knew it was Patriarch Ma Baipao.

Sure enough, Ma Baipao, wearing a long gown, showed up with a few backbones and veterans, the demeanor of the fairy wind and the bones no longer existed, only murderous intent.

Ma Baipao has gone through a lot of wind and rain, shouldn't have been so gaffe, but there is no way, one is the most proud daughter, the other is the respected grandson-in-law.

There is another guest.

The death of one had made him sad enough. Three died at once. No matter how relieved he was, he couldn't calm down. Before anyone arrived, the voice came first:

"Go away all, where is Xiangu?"

Ma Baipao walked along, and several guards who had no time to escape were kicked for more than ten meters, and he rushed forward with murderous aura:

"Where is Xiangu?"

Before everyone could answer, he glanced at the coffin, then locked Ma Xiangu's body, and rushed up.

Looking at that familiar face, Ma Baipao, who didn't believe Ma Xiangu's death, had to accept the cruel reality.

"Bastard stuff!"

Ma Baipao roared: "Who killed Xiangu? Who killed Xiangu?"

He wants to smash the enemy into thousands of pieces, and he wants to link his opponent to the nine clans.

No one answered, all lowered their heads.

Ma Baipao said again: "Where is the person who brought the coffin?"

A backbone of the Ma family responded in a low voice: "They left the car and ran away."

"Waste, a bunch of waste."

Ma Baipao clenched his fists, and then glanced at the coffin: "Ten thousand, ninety thousand...East, South, West, North, Middle, Fat..."

"What do these twelve patterns mean?"

Ma Baipao roared: "What do you mean?"

A guard stood up and said, "Master, this seems to be a mahjong pattern. These twelve coffins can be made up of a big card with only one pattern."

"What's the difference?"

"White!"

"What kind of card?"

"Thirteen!"

"boom--"

Just when the backbone of the Ma family gave an answer, Ma Baipao's ears moved, and then his face changed drastically, and he moved directly into the Majiayuan.

At the same moment, there was a loud noise in the twelve trucks, all exploded, and shock waves swept across the gate.

"what--"

Nearly a hundred people gathered at the gate were killed on the spot...