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

Upon hearing this, Aunt San was so frightened that she shivered several times.

Not to mention the superstitious Aunt San, even Yan Bugui, who used to claim he didn't believe in evil spirits, was now pale as a ghost.

After experiencing one bizarre event after another in the courtyard, his "atheistic" beliefs...

The old wisdom has long been forgotten and forgotten.

Many people in the courtyard were pointing and whispering about He Daqing and his son Zhuzi.

Everyone thought that the father and son must have offended something unclean to end up in this state.

"Look at this! I told you not to go near the Hao family, but you wouldn't listen. Now look what's happened, trouble has come knocking on our door."

An elderly woman murmured in a trembling voice.

"It must have alarmed the lords of the underworld."

"Sigh, if Old Hao only came after the He family, that would be fine, but what if he implicates the whole courtyard?"

The elders in the courtyard were filled with unease, but seeing the state of the He family father and son, none of them dared to get closer for a closer look.

As for whether these two people are dead or alive, nobody really cares.

Yi Zhonghai stood by his own door, looking at the scene in front of Hao Jianguo's house, his heart pounding.

Normally, seeing Zhu Zi in such a disheveled state, he would have rushed over to lend a hand long ago.

But the house in the Hao family's residence was too haunted by evil spirits, and even he dared not interfere rashly at the moment.

"Zhonghai shouldn't have forced Hao Jianguo out in the first place... Look, now look what's happened, Hao's causing trouble!"

The woman's face turned pale, and her words were full of regret.

Yi Zhonghai's lips moved, but he couldn't say anything. He just stood there with a livid face.

Hearing the commotion inside the house, He Yushui hurriedly ran out.

She was simple-minded and didn't believe in ghosts or gods at all, but the people kneeling on the ground were ultimately her own father and brother—others could stand by and watch, but she couldn't.

When He Yushui rushed to the two people, she felt a pang of panic, fearing that they had already stopped breathing.

When she saw that He Daqing and Zhuzi were still awake, their chests rising and falling slightly, and they were muttering to themselves, her heart finally settled down a little.

"Dad, brother, what are you doing? Get up!"

As she spoke, she reached out to support the pillar's arm.

But just as her fingertips touched her sleeve, the pillar suddenly jerked, pushing her backward and causing her to stumble and fall to the ground.

"Brother! What are you pushing?"

He Yushui was both in pain and angry. She turned to He Daqing and complained, "Dad, look, my brother is bullying me!"

Instead of helping her daughter, He Daqing glared at her fiercely.

"Bullying you? You asked for it! Don't cause trouble here. The Underworld Lord ordered that we both have to kneel for a full twelve hours; even a moment less and our lives will be in danger!"

Recalling what he had seen last night, He Daqing felt a chill run down his spine, as if a cold wind was still swirling around him.

He wasn't ready to die yet, and he didn't want to lose his life like this.

"You little brat, are you trying to get us killed?"

He yelled at the top of his lungs, his voice filled with anxiety.

As soon as he said that, the surroundings fell silent.

Yesterday, the He family father and son were so arrogant, but today they are so trembling with fear—the contrast makes everyone understand the answer.

"Did you hear that? They've definitely gotten their comeuppance."

Someone lowered their voice and said, "Yesterday he was shouting that he was going to kill a ghost to show everyone, but now he's probably in trouble himself."

"Alas, this is the consequence of disrespecting ghosts and spirits... You only have yourself to blame."

"Serves him right. He was so arrogant yesterday, and now he's paying the price."

Xu Damao and the others chimed in, their words revealing a desire to stir up trouble.

In their view, the most satisfying scene was seeing Sha Zhu and his son suffer misfortune.

Although they were being sarcastic, a chill ran through everyone in the courtyard.

At least for now, it's clear that this courtyard is unlikely to be peaceful.

Some people are even planning to burn some paper money for Lao Hao and say some prayers when they have time.

In any case, we must prevent that thing from getting back into our home.

He Yushui was quite startled by He Daqing's appearance.

She stared wide-eyed at her father, hastily protesting, "Dad, what are you saying! I... how could I wish for your misfortune?"

She quickly retorted, "But what did you just say about ghosts? Where do ghosts come from? Didn't you also think before that someone was playing tricks on you?"

He Yushui didn't believe in these superstitious and supernatural things at all.

As soon as she said this, several disgruntled murmurs arose from those around her.

This is clearly a roundabout way of putting people down, implying that these people are faking it.

Many residents were furious at being speculated about like this for no reason.

If it weren't for the fact that I really don't dare to go near that house right now, I'm afraid some hot-tempered people would have already gone up to argue with it.

However, they didn't need to lift a finger right now; Sha Zhu had already started yelling and cursing.

"Nonsense! He Yushui, is your brain filled with mush? If nothing were wrong, would Dad and I be in this state? Do you think it's funny for us to be kneeling here?"

Sha Zhu got angrier and angrier as he spoke, especially when he saw that He Yushui not only didn't back away but instead moved closer, he was even more furious and pushed her hard again.

This time, He Yushui stumbled a bit, but thankfully didn't fall.

He Daqing was truly enraged.

Seeing that his daughter not only ignored his advice but also kept circling around in front of him, a surge of anger rose within him.

"Get out! He Yushui, are you deaf? I told you not to come any closer! We have to kneel for the full hour, do you really want us dead?"

Before they could finish speaking, to everyone's astonishment, the father and son began to kowtow repeatedly to the door of Hao Jianguo's room, muttering incessantly:

"My esteemed immortals, please forgive my ignorance, I am just a young girl..."

"Rest assured, Your Excellency, we will not rise until the appointed time has elapsed!"

The two banged on each other hard and fast, and soon their foreheads were red.

Those who were still skeptical just moments before, upon seeing this scene, completely dispelled their doubts.

Everyone remained silent and retreated back into their own homes. Hao Jianguo's house had become a forbidden area in the courtyard that no one dared to approach.

"You're insane...you're all completely insane!"

The absurd scene before her eyes left He Yushui speechless.

She frowned, a nameless anger rising in her chest.

In her opinion, her father and brother's behavior was a complete disgrace to the He family.

"What nonsense! I don't believe in gods or ghosts! If you're so capable, make it show itself to me!"

He Yushui cursed filthyly, and while He Daqing and Shazhu were busy kowtowing, she twisted her body and rushed to the door like a gust of wind.

Sha Zhu and the other man realized what was happening and tried to stop them, but it was too late.

There was a loud "bang".

With a sharp crack, He Yushui yanked the door open.

"Don't……"

Sha Zhu and He Daqing were so terrified that they screamed in shock.

But their exclamations were abruptly cut off by He Yushui's piercing scream.

Amidst the astonished gazes of those around her, He Yushui staggered back several steps, lost her footing, and fell straight to the ground.

Everyone looked at her and were stunned—a bright red handprint was clearly imprinted on He Yushui's face, and her mouth, which had been cursing incessantly, was now crooked and deformed from the blow.

The moment the handprint appeared, the entire courtyard erupted in uproar.

"What happened? Who did this?"

Liu Haizhong couldn't help but mutter under his breath.

"That's impossible. I looked inside carefully when I opened the door just now, and I didn't see anyone come out at all."

Aunt Er wiped the cold sweat from her forehead, thinking to herself, "I've been possessed by an evil spirit," but said aloud, "Is that even a question? She must have been hit by that thing."

This girl was stubborn before, saying she didn't believe in ghosts and gods, and kept shouting.

Even a clay Buddha has some temper, let alone a dead soul? This has probably really angered Old Hao's spirit.

As she spoke, she clasped her hands together and kept chanting "Amitabha Buddha".

Thus, "Old Hao"

The idea that the spirits of the dead have returned seeking revenge has been firmly established in the hearts of these people.

"Then... what should we do now? We can't just let it keep causing trouble, can we?"

Liu Haizhong muttered something.

Aunt Er pursed her lips and didn't dare to reply, afraid that she would also incur Lao Hao's wrath.

At this moment, not only the neighbors watching the commotion, but even He Yushui herself, who had been beaten, was completely bewildered.

She only remembered that as soon as she stepped across the threshold, she caught a glimpse of a dark shadow flashing past.

Immediately afterwards, a slap landed heavily on her face.

At this point, He Yushui's heart couldn't help but pound.

She wondered to herself: Could there really be ghosts in the world?

Sha Zhu and He Daqing both knew perfectly well that this must be the same thing that had been bothering them last night making its move again.

The father and son immediately began kowtowing again, "thump thump."

One dull thud after another was heard, causing many people around to gasp inwardly: if this continues, a few more blows and he'll probably be bleeding from a head wound.

Yi Zhonghai also shuddered at this moment, a wave of fear washing over him.

He had heard from the old lady that the feng shui of this place was good, and he had considered moving in.

Now, however, he has completely given up on that idea.

Aunt Yi quietly tugged at Yi Zhonghai's sleeve and whispered, "Zhonghai, judging from this situation, Lao Hao's soul is probably filled with resentment... We were involved in driving Hao Jianguo away back then."

If it really comes knocking on our door, how will we handle it? I think we should quickly burn some paper money for Old Hao.

"At least we've done our part. Maybe if they take the money, they'll let us off the hook."

Her voice was very low, and she looked anxious.

Yi Zhonghai nodded in agreement, but he still had some doubts: After treating Hao Jianguo like that before, even if they burned paper money, would Hao's soul really accept their offerings?

Whether you accept it or not, this "gift" is still appreciated.

We have to put it out there first.

The day's farce gradually came to an end amidst this atmosphere of unease and anxiety.

For the other families in the courtyard, the sight of Sha Zhu and his son kneeling and refusing to get up has become a striking yet heartbreaking scene in recent days.

……

"Dad, what...what are we going to do now?"

After the haunting that night, although Sha Zhu and his son were lucky enough to survive, their hearts felt as if a huge rock was pressing down on them, making them feel heavy and uneasy.

Not long after they got the house back, strange things started happening one after another—first, the deaf old lady had an accident late at night, and then the father and son were also possessed by evil spirits and almost lost their lives at the hands of those things.

Even now, thinking back on it, that chill still creeps up my spine.

They thought they had acquired a house with excellent feng shui, but it turned out to be a haunted house that people feared.

This place is completely uninhabitable. What's more troublesome is that no one can say for sure whether it will lead to someone's death if this drags on any longer.

In any case, this place should never be lived in again.

Thinking of this, Sha Zhu was almost frantic with worry.

I had originally planned that with these three rooms and a thousand yuan, I would have more opportunities to go on blind dates and start a family.

Now look what's happened—the house is practically a haunted house, so even if they have a lot of money, probably no girl would want to step into the He family's door.

He Daqing also looked worried.

Whenever he recalled what had happened the night before, he paced back and forth in the room, unable to stop.

They stayed in the courtyard house hoping that Hao Jianguo's room would bring them some good fortune, but instead of good luck, they attracted a lot of bad luck.

He Daqing even considered simply leaving.

"No, we can't keep this house."

Finally, He Daqing spoke with unwavering resolve.

He had his own plans: if he kept this haunted house, Sha Zhu's marriage would be completely hopeless, and would the He family line really end here? This was a situation that He Daqing absolutely did not want to see.

Although Sha Zhu was reluctant to part with the house, the events of the previous night were still vivid in his mind, and he dared not take it back.

"Dad, what should we do?"

Sha Zhu asked, frowning.

He Daqing made up his mind: "In my opinion, we should sell it."

We can get some money by selling it; otherwise, the house will just rot in our hands.

He sighed deeply and then analyzed, "Anyway, I will never set foot in Hao Jianguo's room again."

But Sha Zhu and He Yushui both frowned upon hearing this.

"Dad, we don't want the house either, but everyone's saying it's a haunted house... who would want to buy it?"

Sha Zhu said with a worry.

There was never a shortage of gossip in the courtyard. After the old men and women spread the word, almost the whole street knew that the He family had a haunted house and that the nights were never peaceful.

Even worse, rumors circulated that the lingering ghost of the Hao family was due to the He family's betrayal and taking advantage of what they shouldn't have.

For a time, many people were pointing fingers at the He family behind their backs, feeling as if their spines were being pierced.

Even if Sha Zhu has a thick skin, he still feels uncomfortable being talked about like this.

If things continue like this, this house is destined to be a liability.