I awakened the cultivation panel.

Chapter 58 Revenge
It's useless to reason with or debate with a wicked woman like Wang Juan.

They only need to master one trick: throwing a tantrum and rolling on the ground, and they'll be invincible.

But to destroy them physically would be too easy on them; such an old codger would eventually end up in the crematorium and wouldn't live much longer.

The key question is how to vent one's anger.

What Chen Jingle wanted to do was not only kill the person, but also destroy their spirit!
"Didn't you want me to make it impossible for me to stay in the village? I'd like to see who can't stay here first!"

It was already daytime.

He simply ordered the birds to attack during the day without any hesitation. All they had to do was fly over that wicked woman's house and circle around it, dropping as much bird droppings as possible.

As we all know, a single bird dropping isn't scary; what's scary is when it's everywhere.

Those abandoned cars parked under trees for a long time should know all too well how foul-smelling and unrecognizable they become.

At this moment, the wicked woman Wang Juan was still sitting at the doorway eating, holding a bowl, her squinting eyes darting back and forth, no one knew who she was cursing under her breath.

pat.

Suddenly she felt something hit her head; it was wet and warm.

what?
She subconsciously reached up to touch her hair, only to find her hand sticky. Upon closer inspection—

Bird poop?!
I'm not sure, but after smelling it, it stinks!

That's bird poop!

Before she could think further, another lump fell down, landing right in her bowl.

The wicked woman immediately flew into a rage: "Ah!!—I'm so angry, you rotten bird! You rotten bird!"

Just as she was about to look up to see where the plague bird had come from, another clump of bird droppings fell down and covered her eyes.

This is no less than a heavy blow.

"Damn it, where did these plague birds come from? Get out, all of you, get out!"

The wicked woman, enraged and cursing, threw the bowls and chopsticks aside and staggered to the well to fetch water to wash them clean.

Before the water could be brought up, another clump of bird droppings landed on her head and body.

One lump after another, one after another.

She shielded her eyes with her hand and looked up, only to discover that a large flock of birds had gathered and were circling above her doorstep.

These bird droppings are from them.

Enraged, the wicked woman, disregarding her own stench, grabbed a stick and knocked all the wretched birds down.

But the birds weren't stupid; seeing her holding a long stick, they quickly pulled themselves up.

Some birds, however, are fast-flying and daring, and they choose to flank and ambush from behind. Even if the old woman hides under the eaves with her back against the wall, they can still accurately throw bird droppings at her.

If all else fails, just poop at the door.

For a time, everything was a mix of black, white, and green, and the stench of bird droppings filled the air.

The wicked woman's youngest son, with his scoundrel-like habits, her weak and cowardly husband, and their two grandchildren, heard the noise inside and rushed out to see what was happening. They were all stunned by what they saw.

what's the situation?
Wow, so many little birds!

The little grandson, unaware of what was happening, clapped his hands excitedly, only to have a bird dropping land squarely in his mouth the next second.

Yue~
Now there's no laughing matter.

The family dragged the old woman into the house, then quickly closed the door, managing to keep the birds out.

However, the strong stench of bird droppings had already filled the room, making everyone's eyes dizzy.

What puzzled them even more was what exactly was going on.

Why are so many birds appearing in front of his house and even pooping on him?
It feels like revenge.

The problem is that although their family has offended many villagers, they have never offended any birds.

……

The shrew's shouts were so loud that several neighboring households could hear them. People either peeked out or strained their ears.

When they saw that a bird had flown by and dropped its droppings on the wicked woman's head, they were not surprised, but then they couldn't help but cover their mouths and burst into laughter.

good good!
that is really good!
"This is truly a case of 'the wicked get their just desserts'!"

Many people quickly took out their phones to capture this amazing scene and excitedly sent it to their friends and family or posted it online.

Honestly, we've all lived for decades and never seen anything like this before. So many birds gathered together; it's a bit scary.

I have a feeling that something bad is about to happen.

But when they saw that the people were gathered over the house of that infamous shrew, they felt much more at ease.

"Oh, which family is it? Then it's alright. Even if something happens, it probably won't affect us."

After all, that family was notoriously domineering and vicious, and few people were willing to associate with them.

Given the suspicious nature of rural people, if something bad really happens, they will mostly wonder why other people's families don't have this problem.
Have you done too many immoral things?
If we were to talk about all the despicable things that old wicked woman did, we could go on for three days and three nights without finishing. No one would be surprised if she were struck by lightning.

Besides, we're only being attacked by bird droppings right now; it's not like we'll be struck by lightning yet.

This is too unbelievable to believe without seeing it with my own eyes.

"Maybe he really did too many bad things and got into trouble with the wrong people, and now they're coming to retaliate."

That's what everyone thinks.

So, within two hours, the news that the wicked woman Wang Juan had been punished for her many bad deeds spread throughout the entire village and even to several surrounding villages.

Everyone says she's done too many heartless things, which is why she's like this.

The villagers firmly believed this claim.

After all, there aren't many true atheists these days.

Moreover, only those who have truly suffered at the hands of that wicked old woman know how disgusting she is.

Unfortunately, evil deeds can last a thousand years. This old codger is already 80 years old and still hasn't breathed his last.

……

The birds' retaliatory actions continue.

What if we close the doors and windows?
They poop directly on doors, windows, walls, and the cement floor in front of the door!
Under the relentless bombardment of the birds, the entire house was practically turned into a dung heap, with a thick layer of bird droppings piled up on the ground, making it impossible to even step on it.

The villagers, watching from afar, felt their scalps tingle and their hair stand on end in horror.

"That old bastard has really bitten off more than he can chew this time. I wonder which deity has intervened."

This doesn't look normal.

It feels like an organized act of revenge. The question is, who can control so many birds? It can't be that they're kept as pets, right?

If it's spontaneous, it's even more outrageous!

What did that old hag do to make these birds hate her so much?
Anyway, I can forget about living in this house. I'll have to carry an umbrella every time I go out from now on.

Otherwise, you'll just have to wait until you're in deep trouble.

The wicked woman and her family were completely devastated.

"Damn it, what's going on? Where did all these birds come from?" her youngest son cursed angrily.

The doors and windows are locked right now, and we don't dare to open them at all, because if we do, birds will immediately throw their droppings in.

Even so, a faint odor could still be smelled, since a house cannot completely isolate itself from the outside air.

In particular, the area around the toilet fan exhaust vent was littered with bird droppings, and the stench permeated the pipes.

It can't be stopped at all!
No one dared to bring up the matter; the old woman's previous disheveled appearance still haunted them.

The problem is, if things continue like this, won't everyone starve to death at home?
We don't have a lot of ingredients at home.

(End of this chapter)