Courtyard House: Drunk and tipsy, the whole courtyard exposed at the start.

That night, Zhang Dabiao continued, because Jia Zhangshi had cursed him during the day, so he had to retaliate.

The window removal was to avenge Mu Wanqing; let's keep things separate.

Today's playlist is death metal, the louder the better.

Director Wang arrived again with dark circles under his eyes, while Sha Zhu, Xu Damao, Liu Guangqi, and others took turns going up to experience "Eighty-Eighty," smashing things with great enthusiasm.

This is called repaying a debt of hatred and settling a score. It's an open and aboveboard way to tear down the walls of the Jia family's house—wherever Jia Zhangshi sleeps at night, the walls of that room will be torn down!

They absolutely followed Jia Zhangshi in demolishing the house, and the gossip that she was possessed by a ghost was confirmed!

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The next day, the entire Jia family stared blankly as Master Lei built the wall, while Master Lei sang and hummed a little tune.

Jia Dongxu sighed heavily: "Mom, can we stop making a fuss?"

Madam Jia was furious: "Isn't it obvious that Zhang Dabiao is returning our family's property? I'm going to fight Zhang Dabiao to the bitter end!"

"I'm going to report him to the neighborhood committee; Zhang Dabiao is promoting feudal superstition!"

Jia Dongxu shrugged helplessly: "Do you have any evidence?"

Jia Zhangshi was speechless for a moment: "Does this even need evidence? I cursed him during the day, and he came to demolish the house at night. Who else could it be but him?"

Jia Dongxu pointed at the wall and said, "But do you think a person can make a wall sing? Make bricks and stones sing?"

"If there had been a radio inside the wall, I would have believed it, but for three days in a row, we smashed it, checked it, and found nothing."

"If you say Zhang Dabiao did it, would anyone believe you?"

Jia Dongxu was truly scared. Zhang Dabiao had money and could play along with them slowly, but his family really couldn't afford to play anymore.

We're almost out of food!

At this moment, Qin Huairu suddenly said, "Mom, Dongxu, do you think there's a possibility...?"

"Is it Zhang Bansian protecting Zhang Dabiao?"

There is a lack of evidence to say that Zhang Dabiao is engaging in feudal superstition, but if we say that Zhang Banxian is causing trouble, then everyone will believe it!

Zhang Banxian was already skilled in magic, and he was performing the ritual in front of the entire courtyard!

He defied fate and tried to change his destiny, but ended up killing himself!

And Zhang Dabiao's fate was truly changed by the heavens!

Look how well he's doing now. He went from being a complete idiot to the richest man in Nanluoguxiang in less than a year!

After thinking about it for a while, Jia Dongxu started to take it seriously.

"Could it be that Grandpa Zhang is still in the yard? He hasn't left?"

—Aww—

Jia Zhangshi ran away with a loud wail, because Zhang Banxian had died in the house, in the side room of the middle courtyard.

If Zhang Bansian hadn't left...

The rest of Jia Zhangshi didn't dare to think about it and ran out of the courtyard to find Granny Wang for help.

Jia Dongxu and Qin Huairu exchanged glances, Qin Huairu a little scared: "Dongxu, will Grandpa Zhang harm us?"

Jia Dongxu sighed: "If Grandpa Zhang wanted to harm us, he would have done it long ago."

"And even if he were really there, he wouldn't lay a hand on us. He's a very reasonable person; he's straightforward and will never harm us unless he has a grudge against us. Look at the Liu Guangqi family next door; nothing's happened to them, has it?"

"Besides, Uncle Zhang is a relative of our Jia family; he wouldn't lay a hand on us younger generation. My mom just had a sharp tongue; why did she have to mess with Zhang Dabiao?"

"Uh... never mind, I'm going to the factory. There's been a lot of work lately, so I'll be back late tonight. You guys eat first."

Then, Jia Dongxu dragged his tired body to the factory.

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As for Jia Zhangshi, after telling Wang Pozi about what had happened in the past few days, Wang Pozi was furious.

"What? You mean Zhang Dabiao, the richest man in Nanluoguxiang?"

"He's Zhang the fortune teller's son? No wonder that name sounded so familiar!"

"Get out! Get out of here right now, Jia Zhangshi!"

Why didn't you say so sooner?!

"You want me to help you plot against Zhang the Fortune Teller's son? Are you trying to kill me?"

"Get out of here right now! Everyone knows that Zhang Banxian is a truly powerful and skilled person. You dare to scheme against his son? How many lives do you have to do that?"

"If you want to die, don't drag me down with you!"

"If I ever see you again, I'll beat you up every time!"

Jia Zhangshi was mercilessly thrown out; Granny Wang really used dirty tricks to beat her!

Moreover, he added a sentence at the end that made Jia Zhangshi uneasy.

"Since it was fortune teller Zhang who said your son wouldn't live more than two years, then he's definitely dead!"

"Get ready to collect your son's corpse!"

Jia Zhangshi was dumbfounded!

Is Dongxu really doomed? Can't it change its fate?

Granny Wang looked gloomy; she was just a con artist, while Zhang Banxian was quite famous in their circle, especially for his final performance, which made him an instant legend.

Although he ultimately suffered a backlash and died, he defied fate!

It was successfully modified!

Everyone has to respect his descendants. Putting aside whether Zhang Dabiao knows Zhang Banxian's skills, Zhang Banxian only has this one adopted son. Who knows what kind of tricks he might have up his sleeve?

If someone can even defy fate, it's only natural for them to take some protective measures for their son, right?

When Wang Pozi was about to plot against Zhang Banxian's son, she broke out in a cold sweat.

It's fortunate that the tricks taught by Jia Zhangshi were all nonsense; they were purely for swindling money, food, and drink.

If some real methods were used and Zhang Dabiao discovered it, then it's not even worth mentioning whether Zhang Banxian is still in the yard.

Even Wang Pozi couldn't stand Zhang Dabiao's habit of sending people to be executed at the drop of a hat.

Believe it or not, those ghost stories about walls being haunted at night might actually be a backup plan left by Zhang the fortune teller.

After thinking it over, Granny Wang went to the bottom of the trunk and rummaged through her old treasures. After counting for a long time, she reluctantly took out five golden yellow croakers.

She had to clear up this misunderstanding with Zhang Dabiao; she couldn't afford to gamble with it.

This isn't about money, it's about lives!

But if she went herself, she was afraid that Zhang Dabiao would just hand her over to the police. So who could she ask to be the middleman?

"Master Lei? I heard he's getting close to Zhang Dabiao?"

"He's the one!"

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Jia Zhangshi panicked completely. When she got off work in the afternoon, she pulled Jia Dongxu and Yi Zhonghai aside for a "small meeting".

The main points conveyed at the meeting were only two:

In Wang Pozi's circle, no one dared to lay a hand on Zhang Dabiao, nor would they take on any more work from the Jia family.

When Granny Wang heard that Zhang the fortune teller said Jia Dongxu wouldn't live more than two years, she concluded that Jia Dongxu definitely wouldn't live more than two years.

What should we do?

Madam Jia was truly at her wit's end.

Yi Zhonghai and Jia Dongxu were smoking silently in the house in the front yard of the Jia family's house, and for a moment they panicked.

Jia Dongxu was afraid of dying, while Yi Zhonghai was worried that he had invested so much in his godson, and if the son died, he would be losing money like a parent outliving their child.

There's nothing we can do.

"Aunt Jia, don't panic. Maybe this is just something they say to scare people in their circle."

"If you have some free time recently, go and visit a few temples in the suburbs, ask the masters there what's going on, and don't panic." Although feudal superstition and religious activities were suppressed at this time, they weren't completely shut down. There were still a few temples and Taoist monasteries that people could get into. There were quite a few such ways for ordinary people.

Madam Jia nodded, her face pale. What else could she do?

It concerns my son's life or death, so I have to be concerned.

"Okay, I'll go tomorrow morning. Old Yi, give me the money."