Courtyard House: The Frog Boy Brings Back a Genetic Potion at the Start

Yan Bugui's face was equally ashen.

Although he wanted to help Hao Jianguo take the house back, he knew very well that with his limited abilities, he was no match for the old lady and her gang.

"Dad, didn't you say before that Hao Jianguo was keeping a backup plan, preparing to scheme against them? It's been so many days, and there's still no movement from over there... Could it be that you guessed wrong? Maybe Hao Jianguo has already given in?"

Yan Jiecheng couldn't help but lean closer and ask.

Yan Bugui glared at his son, feeling a tightness in his chest, but he couldn't say a word for a moment.

The current situation was indeed beyond his expectations.

"Sigh... let's see."

In the end, Yan Bugui could only let out a long sigh.

On the other side, Xu Damao and Liu Haizhong were also whispering among themselves.

They had been through so much trouble these past few days, and seeing the old lady like that now made them seethe with hatred.

"Good feng shui? I hope you get reincarnated as soon as you go in! Pshaw, what a load of rubbish!"

Xu Damao gritted his teeth and cursed.

These past few days have been the most difficult for him.

He had previously helped Hao Jianguo deal with the deaf old woman's gang, but now that they had gained power, they naturally sought ways to retaliate against him.

Xu Damao was thoroughly humiliated, but he could only swallow his anger—he knew in his heart that he had no ability to turn the tables.

But they didn't know that the moment the old lady stepped into that room, Hao Jianguo had already received the news from the frog.

Hao Jianguo chuckled softly: "Oh? So the old woman finally couldn't hold back anymore and moved in?"

"Then I'll see if you have the good fortune and the courage to spend the night in the house I once lived in."

Thinking of this, a playful smile appeared on his lips.

Even if he no longer wants that house, it's not up to anyone else to take it over.

Before leaving, he had already made some "arrangements" inside.

Without his permission, the room would become unusually "lively" late at night.

Dealing with a deaf old lady is a piece of cake.

The old lady, of course, knew nothing about these things.

After having dinner at Hao Jian's house, she happily went inside, closed the door, and prepared to go to bed.

"Hmph, Hao Jianguo, you never thought that this house of yours would one day end up in the hands of this old lady."

"No, I have to find someone to spread the word and let Hao Jianguo know—that kid will be furious."

The deaf old woman lay in bed, muttering to herself, grinning from ear to ear just imagining the scene.

Ever since she drove Hao Jianguo away, she's had a constant smile on her face. Her appetite has improved, and she's more energetic, as if she could really live to be a hundred years old.

As she pondered this, she lay down contentedly, ready to have a good night's sleep.

"This is a place with excellent feng shui; living here for a while will surely bring you good fortune..."

Even so, the old lady suddenly shuddered the moment she lay down.

A sudden, inexplicable chill enveloped my entire body.

"What's going on... why did it suddenly get cold?"

She looked around anxiously.

For some reason, looking at the dim light and shadows in the room, she suddenly felt a sense of panic.

The surroundings were deathly silent, a silence so profound it sent chills down one's spine.

She always felt that many eyes were silently watching her from the shadows.

The moment the thought crossed the old woman's mind, the hairs on her body stood on end.

"That's strange... why is it so chilly here?"

She muttered to herself, the scene before her was completely different from the blessed land she had longed for.

But she quickly convinced herself that she must be overthinking things.

If it's a place with auspicious feng shui, why does it exude a chilling aura?

"He probably drank too much and his eyes are blurry."

She shook her head, making an excuse for herself, "I'm too old, I can't drink too much."

Besides, Yu Li stayed here when she was pregnant. If there had been anything wrong, the baby would have been lost long ago.

Thinking of this, a dark sense of regret swept through her heart: that woman's life was just too tough.

She pulled the blanket tighter around herself and reached out to turn off the light.

As darkness descended, she felt the chill hadn't subsided; instead, it seeped into the blankets and clung to her skin.

Just as I was about to get up and add more bedding, I suddenly smelled a familiar yet jarring scent—the smell of incense.

The old lady was stunned.

There's no one worshipping in this house, so where did the incense and candles come from? If there were any firelight, we should have seen it by now.

The more she thought about it, the more panicked she became, and she finally couldn't help but pull on the light cord.

A dim, yellow light suddenly shone down—

A piercing scream shattered the silence.

What lay before them was no ordinary house; it was clearly a mourning hall.

She was lying on a mortuary board, with two white candles burning dimly in front of her; the smell from there had been the source of the earlier odor.

The old woman was trembling all over, completely oblivious to when the candlelight had been lit.

"I...Is it already...?"

The moment the thought crossed her mind, she almost suffocated.

The good days were just beginning, how could she be willing to die like this?

I turned around nervously, and there was a black and white photograph in front of me—my face was pale, but there was a half-smile on my lips.

A memorial tablet stands in front of the photograph, with her name engraved on it.

The old woman's lips trembled, and she could no longer utter a complete word.

She finally couldn't hold on any longer and fainted.

When she opened her eyes again, the deaf old woman was stunned—the mourning hall was gone, and Hao Jianguo's house was right in front of her, everything as usual.

She hurriedly pressed her hand to her chest, feeling her heart pounding, before collapsing back onto the bed, letting out a long breath.

I'm finally able to recover.

"It was just a dream... It really scared this old lady half to death."

She wiped the cold sweat from her forehead, still feeling utterly exhausted as she spoke.

In any case, it's good to be alive.

"Living in such an auspicious house, how could I possibly die young? I should live to be a hundred!"

She muttered to herself, unsure whether she was trying to comfort herself or find peace of mind.

He then closed his eyes comfortably, wanting to continue sleeping.

But as soon as her eyelids drooped, the scene of the mourning hall rushed into her view again! She suddenly opened her eyes, and everything around her returned to normal.

This cycle repeated itself several times—whenever I closed my eyes, I saw the funeral hall and my own portrait; but when I opened them, I was back in my ordinary house.

After several attempts to rouse her, the old woman's face turned deathly pale, her lips turned purple, and her emaciated body trembled uncontrollably; she dared not sleep any longer.

She even thought with fear: if she really went to sleep like this, she might be scared to death here.

The deaf old woman hurriedly got up, turned on the light, and nervously looked around from the head of the bed.

But once your mind is in turmoil, everything looks eerie—at this moment, the house resembles a giant graveyard, shrouded in ghostly energy.

This sudden change completely shattered her mind.

The old lady simply couldn't believe it: how could a place with such auspicious feng shui suddenly become so terrifying? The chill around her intensified, as if countless eyes were watching from the shadows; it was as if she were in hell.

Her scalp tingled, her face turned ashen, and her teeth chattered uncontrollably.

At this age, she is more afraid of death than anyone else.

Moreover, in her heart, if she was to die, she wanted to die after Hao Jianguo, so that he wouldn't laugh at her—the deaf old woman always valued her reputation more than her life.

In truth, she wished she could escape this haunted house immediately, but after boasting to her family for days that this place was a treasure trove, if she were to slip away in such a sorry state, wouldn't she be ridiculed? The prestige she had painstakingly regained would be swept away in the blink of an eye.

She tried to call for help, but it was late at night, and no one answered her cries; the neighbors were already fast asleep.

Who would be willing to get up in the middle of the night for her?

"If I had known this would happen... I should have let Sha Zhu stay for one night first to see how it goes."

Regret gnawed at her.

They thought they had gotten a head start and gained an advantage, but little did they know they had run into evil spirits; it was practically suicide.

At this moment, she could only sit blankly on the edge of the bed, her gaze sweeping aimlessly across every corner, always feeling that something terrifying would appear at any moment—but she had lost even the courage to close her eyes and run away.

This is practically a death sentence.

"I...I..."

The old lady finally decided to get up and leave the room for the time being—there was no one outside, and she wouldn't be noticed even if she went out.

Embarrassingly, her legs were trembling violently, and in that oppressive, suffocating silence, she couldn't even control her own legs.

She sat frozen on the edge of the bed, unable to move.

"China...China Sea..."

With a determined heart, she shouted it out.

She didn't care whether it would alert the entire hospital; all she wanted at that moment was for someone to come and save her.

However, as soon as she opened her mouth, the deaf old woman's face turned completely white.

Her voice was terribly hoarse. Even though she was using all her strength to call Yi Zhonghai's name, the sound that came out was as faint as a mosquito's hum.

The sound was so faint that even she had trouble hearing it, let alone it reaching outside.

She was really scared.

If I had known this would happen, I would never have barged in so recklessly.

Shivering, I wanted to crawl into bed. Even if I had my eyes open and was huddled inside, it would be better than being left out like this.

Just as he was about to move, a soft call suddenly drifted into his ears—

"The deaf old lady..."

She was startled, then listened intently again, and realized that it was indeed calling her.

For a moment, she almost got excited—could it be that Sha Zhu and the others sensed something was wrong and came to rescue her?

But the more I listened, the more something seemed off.

Sha Zhu and his gang would never use "the deaf old lady".

That's a term of address that only outsiders would use.

Moreover, the voice was sinister, drawn out softly and for a long time, almost like a seductive whisper, making one's hair stand on end.

The deaf old woman trembled violently, her back soaked with cold sweat.

The sound seemed to come from near and far, drifting and swaying, as if an unseen shadow was wandering back and forth in the room.

She was already terrified, and now she was on the verge of fainting.

My gallbladder is ruptured.

"This...this must be a dream..."

Her teeth chattered as she muttered to herself, "I just dreamt of a funeral hall. This is so eerie; she's definitely not awake yet..."

As if grasping at a straw, she raised her hand and slapped herself hard across the face.

The crisp, clear sound instantly turned the aged dough a deep red.

In order to "wake up," she was ruthless.

But then, the burning pain on her cheek clearly told her that she was awake.

This is not a dream.

A terrible thought suddenly flashed into my mind—

Could it be... that I've encountered a ghost?

Once the thought pops into your head, you can't suppress it anymore.

Fear surged up like a tide.

The calls continued in my ears, each one like a death knell.

The deaf old woman became increasingly certain: the house was not clean.

She almost cried, "Why am I so unlucky... I had to end up in this godforsaken place... Someone, someone, please save me..."

But her trembling pleas were so weak, like gasps for breath, that they were utterly useless and only made her seem more helpless.

"The deaf old lady..."

The sound rang out again, this time clearer and closer.

The deaf old woman was terrified. Although she didn't know what was calling her, she vaguely felt a chill approaching, bone-chilling cold.

Survival instinct surged like a tide, and the deaf old woman had only one thought in her mind: she must not die here.

She gritted her teeth and struggled to get up from the bed, but her withered body was no longer under her control. As soon as she rolled over, she fell heavily to the ground, feeling excruciating pain as if her bones were falling apart.

However, at this moment, the pain had long been forgotten.

She gripped the ground tightly with both hands and crawled desperately toward the door, her fingernails worn raw, blood mixed with dust, leaving dark red marks on the ground.

"Survive...you must survive no matter what..."

The words echoed repeatedly in her mind; fear had shattered her spirit, leaving only this lingering obsession to keep her going.

Perhaps even the heavens heard her struggle—despite her hands being a bloody mess, she finally managed to move to the door.

Just one step away.

Just one last step and we'll be able to escape this house.

A wild, unbridled joy grew within her; she almost burst into laughter: What cannot kill me, you cannot kill me—

Before the thought had even finished, a sudden chill ran down the back of my neck.

It felt as if someone was whispering softly behind her and breathing into the crook of her neck.

"ah--!"

A piercing scream burst forth, and a pool of turbid yellow liquid spread out beneath him—it was...

"Zhonghai! Zhuzi! Come save me—!"

"I don't want to die... I don't want to die here!"

She opened her throat and shouted desperately.

The sound finally burst from his throat, so loud that even he was surprised.

But only deathly silence answered her.

There were no footsteps, no familiar responses, and the courtyard seemed deserted.

"Heartless people...do they all want me dead? I'm about to die, and not a single person has come!"