The crowd peering through the door covered their eyes with their hands in unison the moment Gu Changsheng made his move.
"Why's it so quiet now?" Xiao Cui tugged at Han Qiu beside her, asking.
"Handled," was Han Qiu's response, still succinct.
"Was it gruesome? Did they get turned into a pig's head?" Little Meat Bun Gu Ze leaned towards Han Mo and asked cautiously.
Han Qiu looked seriously into the courtyard, nodded her head, and said gravely, "Very gruesome, but no pig's head."
Little Meat Bun's chubby hands were still covering his eyes, he tilted his head slightly towards Han Qiu and asked in bewilderment, "How come? Mother loves turning people into pig's heads the most, how did that bad auntie escape unscathed?"
Han Qiu looked outside again seriously, "She didn't escape unscathed."
"Then what?"
"Throat was cut," Han Qiu casually dropped a bombshell.