Siheyuan: Hang Jia Dongxu, smash Banggeng to death!

The deaf old woman turned her head back to look at Wang Cuilan, her voice softening slightly:

"Cuilan, I'm asking you one last time, are you really not going to take care of Xiaoyi anymore?"

"You've been with him for so many years, don't you have any feelings for him at all?"

Wang Cuilan lowered her head, and thinking about her future life, she gritted her teeth and said, "Grandma, you just said that even a day as husband and wife is worth a hundred days of kindness."

However, Yi Zhonghai and Qin Huairu couldn't wait to have sex in the cellar just a few hours after Jia Dongxu died.

From that moment on, I considered this person dead. My gratitude had already run out in that instant.

The deaf old woman looked at Wang Cuilan, her gaze lingering for a moment on the face that showed little emotion.

"snort!"

The deaf old woman snorted coldly, turned around, and opened the door with her cane. The night wind rushed in through the crack in the door.

Jia Zhangshi stood there stunned. After realizing what had happened, she quickly took a few steps after him, her voice still carrying a hint of panic:

"Grandma, why are you leaving? I haven't gotten my money back yet..."

The deaf old woman didn't turn her head; her voice drifted in from the doorway: "Come with me."

Jia Zhangshi's eyes lit up, and she turned around to glare at Wang Cuilan, her gaze conveying a "you just wait" message.

She turned around and followed the deaf old lady, her steps light and quick. Three thousand yuan was almost in her hands, hehe…

The backyard is quieter than the front yard.

The deaf old lady stopped at the threshold of her house, pushed open the door, and stepped aside to let Jia Zhangshi in.

He finally stepped over the threshold, paused for a moment by the door frame, and closed the door.

The deaf old woman sat down, her cane beside her, and her voice was a few decibels lower than before, "Cuihua, the reason I asked you for a letter of understanding is because I can use my connections to suppress this matter."

"But Wang Cuilan refuses to give the money, so I can't make the decision for you."

Madam Jia cried out in alarm, "Grandma, what about my money...?"

"Money isn't urgent."

The deaf old woman said in a deep voice, "Let's get Xiao Yi out first. Once he's out, he'll give you money, and I'll have ways to make him teach Wang Cuilan a lesson."

As for your Jia family's job quota and compensation, I'll have Director Yang give them to you later.

Jia Zhangshi's eyes lit up in the moonlight.

That's quite a scheme.

Lin Tianke listened to the entire conversation between the three of them in the dark.

It has to be said that a woman's heart is the most poisonous.

All three of them are bad.

No wonder the courtyard was full of birds; it was absolutely true.

We need to keep increasing the intensity for you guys.

The deaf old woman said, "Cuihua, take me to the neighborhood office to find Director Wang."

Madam Jia asked, puzzled, "Grandma, it's not even dawn yet, how are we going to look?"

"Let's go to her house."

"But so late at night?"

"You don't want money anymore, you want a job?"

For the sake of three thousand yuan and meeting her work quota, Jia Zhangshi endured it.

As the two stepped outside, Jia Zhangshi felt a gust of wind blew past, and then she witnessed the most devastating event of her life—the extinction of her family line.

"Bang!!!"

A half-ripe watermelon was smashed onto a bluestone slab from a height.

Juice splattered everywhere, the skin cracked, and the flesh was squeezed into a thin, still slightly trembling pulp the moment it came into contact with the surface.

Jia Zhangshi subconsciously lowered her head, her gaze falling on the bluestone slab illuminated by the moonlight.

It was a child.

She recognized the floral shirt; it was one she had sewn herself for Banggeng. The crooked stitches on the collar were the result of her sewing it stitch by stitch under the kerosene lamp at night.

The knees of those pants still had mud stains left from yesterday evening's fall.

The face was pressed against the bluestone slab, eyes half-open, as if it hadn't yet seen where it had landed.

It's a stick-shaped pun.

"Aaaaaah!!!"

"No!!!"

Jia Zhangshi let out a miserable howl, knelt down beside the small body, and her knees hit the bluestone slab with a dull thud.

"My dear grandson... my good grandson..."

She gently pressed her palm on the floral shirt, then withdrew it. "What will I do if you die... what will happen to my Jia family?"

Old Jia, Dongxu, please look down from heaven, Old Jia has no descendants...

Jia Zhangshi's tragic voice rang out again in the courtyard, waking everyone who had just fallen asleep.

The deaf old woman was horrified. She had just felt a gust of wind and then heard the sound of a watermelon smashing.

This is the first time she's been so terrifying. Who is she?

The clown appeared out of nowhere and landed on the stone slab.

There's no reason behind it.

Could it be a crime committed by ghosts?

Thinking about this, the deaths of Jia Dongxu, Liu Guangfu, and Liu Guangtian became clear. The deaf old woman's fear spread through her heart, and an inexplicable chill ran through her.

A crowd gathered around; some covered their mouths, some turned away, and some squatted down and leaned against the wall to vomit.

awful!

That's horrible!

The deaths of Jia Dongxu, Liu Guangfu, and Liu Guangtian were also completely unharmed, which is quite something...

Retreat, retreat, retreat.

Yan Bugui, standing at the back of the crowd, asked, "Grandma... you were with Jia Zhangshi just now, did you see anything?"

The deaf old woman shook her head, as if terrified, and said, "I didn't see anything."

"I only felt a gust of wind, and then the child flew over and crashed there."

"There might really be something dirty in this yard."

The crowd fell silent for a moment.

Some people stepped back, while others shifted their gaze from the deaf old woman back to the stick.

Fear is spreading.

Even Xu Damao was behaving himself at this moment; it was all too strange.

The deaf old woman was right; their courtyard was haunted.

How can there be a series of deaths in one night? This is not the work of humans, but of evil spirits.

Everyone was afraid, fearing they would be next.

"Second Uncle, Third Uncle, what should we do?"

"Something's not right, something's really not right. I suspect something's fishy."

Liu Haizhong also realized that things might really be as the deaf old lady had said.

Of course, he remained skeptical, since Yi Zhonghai was the caregiver for the deaf old lady.

In short, the deaf old lady is suspected of trying to exonerate Yi Zhonghai.

Yan Bugui said, "What can I do? Of course, I'll call the police. Jie Cheng, Jie Fang, and Jie Kuang, you brothers go together."

The three brothers responded and headed out of the courtyard.

To be honest, after seeing the pitiful state of the gangsters, they really didn't dare to go to the police station alone, especially so late at night.

Who knows who will be next?

Madam Jia pounded the ground and cried, "Damn it, who is it that not only harmed my son, but also wants to kill my beloved grandson?"

"Come and find me if you dare! I'll show you what I'm made of! Old Jia, Dongxu, you guys have to help me, boohoo..."

Liu Haizhong asked, "Grandma, you're so knowledgeable, do you have any ideas?"

The deaf old woman thought for a moment and said, "I know someone who has the ability to exorcise demons."

"Who?"

"Third Master."

"Where?"

"No. 404, back alley of Ruifuxiang Silk Shop on Qianmen Street".

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