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"Impossible! How could there be none!"
When they stripped off all the clothes from the corpse and didn't find a cent, my aunt shrieked in frustration.
A large crowd looked at each other and then turned their gazes back to me.
"Speak! You little bitch, where did you hide the money?"
"If you don't tell us where the inheritance is, we'll beat you to death!"
Unwilling to give up, my uncle raised an iron rod and smashed it heavily on my back.
I spat out a mouthful of bright red saliva, too pained to speak, only able to glare at them resentfully.
Ten steps away, grandpa's bruised chest and abdomen were being devoured by a swarm of flies, casting a honeycomb-like shadow, his face's already blackened blood vessels looked even more terrifying.
Without clothes to block the heat and ultraviolet rays, his body would rot faster.
The virus would spread faster and faster!
"This little bitch's mouth is really tough, she's about to be beaten to death and still won't say where the inheritance is!"
The murderous intent in my uncle's eyes surged, it seemed like he truly intended to kill.
Third Aunt quickly pulled him aside, her tone laced with reproach.
"Take it easy, big brother, don't kill her. If she dies, where will we find the money?"
"I know!"
A voice suddenly rang out from the crowd.
It was my second cousin.
Everyone turned to look at him.
"You all say this little bitch is so concerned about the old man's corpse, could it be... the money is hidden inside the corpse's stomach!"
The crowd paused at first, then their expressions turned ferocious.