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

Before the deaf old woman and He Daqing's illnesses could improve, a few days later, Sha Zhu and the others also suffered the same fate.

First, Sha Zhu was plagued by nightmares every night, either dreaming of being torn apart by little ghosts or finding himself lying in a coffin unable to move.

After several days of torment, he lost a lot of weight and now closes his eyes in fear as soon as it gets dark.

He also tried to hide outside, but the more he tried to escape, the more ferocious the nightmares became.

With no other options, I had no choice but to bite the bullet and come back.

Next came He Yushui, Yi Zhonghai, and Aunt Yi—all those who participated in driving Hao Jianguo away suffered misfortune one after another.

On several occasions, in the dead of night, people actually saw Yi Zhonghai and his wife standing upright in the courtyard, singing opera in the pale moonlight, their ethereal voices sending chills down their spines.

He Yushui was even more miserable.

One morning, as soon as the gate opened, the neighbors who were on their way to work saw her lying on the threshold, soaking wet and dazed, as if she had been pulled out of the water.

This ordeal nearly drove Sha Zhu and his companions to the brink of despair.

On the contrary, the other families in the courtyard gradually breathed a sigh of relief—now everyone understood: although Lao Hao was causing trouble and his methods were terrifying, he was only targeting those who had made things difficult for him before, and had not harmed the innocent.

With this in mind, many people can finally sleep soundly at night, no longer needing to live in constant fear.

That day, Sha Zhu and his friends gathered together again.

Now, however, they all have sunken eyes and look listless. They have long lost the arrogance they had when they joined forces to drive people away. Instead, they look like they have just crawled out of the underworld, with only half a life left on their bodies.

"What a tragedy... what a tragedy..."

He Daqing muttered, trembling, feeling like his soul was hovering on the brink of death these past few days. "I never agreed to kicking people out, but you wouldn't listen! And now look what's happened... sigh!"

He pulled at his hair and sighed repeatedly.

"Let's say less!"

The deaf old woman interrupted in a hoarse voice; she herself wasn't much better off, struggling to speak even a single sentence. "What's the point of bringing up old grievances at this point?"

The old lady was filled with grievances.

She felt that at most she hadn't been able to persuade Yi Zhonghai, so why should she be dragged into this? But arguing about this was pointless now, so she could only whisper, "Stop arguing... let's think about how to get through this."

Yi Zhonghai rolled his eyes: "We've tried everything! Even the feng shui master we hired was almost scared out of his wits. Who else would dare to help us?"

These words were unintentional, yet they stirred something within Sha Zhu—as if a spark had suddenly been lit in the darkness.

"Speaking of which, I recall an old story. That year, the old lady and I encountered an evil spirit, and we were eventually cured with a child's urine and blood, weren't we? How about... we try it again?"

Sha Zhu was now in a panic, trying every possible method.

If he knew that Hao Jianguo was manipulating all of this, I wonder what he would think.

With no other options, even though drinking urine was incredibly humiliating, the old woman and the others gritted their teeth and nodded in order to survive.

To everyone's surprise, not only did he drink urine, but he was also forced to swallow virgin feces.

But it was all for naught.

The old methods that worked before are now completely ineffective.

These people looked gloomy, with a layer of black mist covering their foreheads. Even an ordinary person would find something wrong at first glance.

Anyone who saw them in the courtyard would keep their distance, afraid of being tainted by their misfortune.

"Alas, this is karma."

"Who told them to keep finding ways to torment Hao Jianguo?"

"Anyway, it's none of our business anymore, no matter how much they cause trouble."

"That's right, he brought it on himself."

I actually hope that Lao Hao can truly "eliminate the scourge for the people" this time.

The crowd whispered amongst themselves, their words carrying a sense of estrangement.

Even more alarming, rumors have begun to circulate that the old lady may not make it.

"Lately, I've been seeing that old woman staying indoors all the time, but at night she screams in agony, which is really creepy."

Aunt San shook her head and sighed.

Aunt Er lowered her voice and said mysteriously, "In my opinion, she probably won't make it through."

If we keep dragging this out, it'll only be a matter of three to five days.

Although it was a matter of life and death, Aunt Er felt no pity for the old lady when she thought about how she used to wreak havoc and torment everyone in this courtyard.

Instead, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief—if the old lady really left, perhaps life would be a little more peaceful from now on.

"Sigh, I think we shouldn't be too happy too soon."

Think about it, if the old lady really left like this, she would definitely be filled with resentment.

She was a troublesome person even when she was alive; if she were to be taken by a ghost, she probably wouldn't find peace even in death.

Upon hearing this, everyone felt a chill run down their spines and stared wide-eyed in horror.

Some people instinctively wanted to refute it, but when they thought about the old lady's usual character, they suddenly felt that this guess might not be unfounded.

In an instant, my heart, which had just relaxed a little, tightened again.

In order to prevent the old lady from haunting them after her death, everyone started offering suggestions to help them get through this ordeal—and of course, for their own peace of mind in the future.

However, before everyone could come to a conclusion, the old lady found a way out on her own.

In the dead of night, she drifted off to sleep, a rare occurrence, but in her dream she heard a faint voice:

The one who tied the knot must untie it.

Since this trouble started with you driving Hao Jianguo away, if you want to resolve it, you naturally have to return the house to him.

Only then will you have a glimmer of hope.

The deaf old woman suddenly woke up, sat up abruptly, and looked around in a panic.

The house was empty.

She pondered that sentence carefully, and the more she thought about it, the more reasonable it seemed.

Life is of utmost importance—the old lady made up her mind immediately.

She couldn't even wait until dawn; in the dead of night, she pounded on Yi Zhonghai and Sha Zhu's door, gathering the whole family around.

Sha Zhu was fast asleep. His weakness over the past few days had made it difficult for him to fall asleep. This disturbance made his head buzz and his whole body feel weak.

"Grandma, you're really killing me... If you keep going like this, I'll be exhausted to death before I'm taken away by a ghost."

He yawned repeatedly, his voice weak and strained.

He Yushui rubbed her eyes, groggily agreeing, "Yes, old lady, why can't we wait until dawn to say what we need to say? Why do we have to do it in the middle of the night..."

He Yushui was so sleepy that her eyelids were drooping and she kept yawning.

The deaf old woman glared at the group of people in front of her, muttering, "Sleep, sleep, sleep! All you ever think about is sleeping! Once you've stretched out your legs, you'll have plenty of time to sleep to your heart's content!"

Her words were so direct and blunt that they immediately silenced Sha Zhu and He Yushui, who were still muttering. The two of them shut their mouths and dared not utter another word.

Yi Zhonghai cleared his throat and stepped in to smooth things over: "Grandma, what urgent matter has brought you here so late?"

The deaf old woman, who had been keeping a stern face, softened her expression and even showed a hint of a smile when she heard Yi Zhonghai speak.

"Great news! Absolutely fantastic news!"

She lowered her voice but couldn't hide her excitement, "I've come up with a foolproof way to completely solve this mess we're in!"

The old lady spoke with absolute certainty and confidence.

These words were like a bucket of cold water, waking Sha Zhu and the others from their drowsiness.

Several people stared at her with wide eyes, their faces filled with disbelief.

"Really? Grandma, please tell me in detail, what exactly is the method?"

Sha Zhu pressed on impatiently.

He Yushui was no longer sleepy; her little face was full of anticipation as she eagerly awaited the next part.

The old lady deliberately adopted a leisurely, aloof tone: "What's wrong? Don't you want to sleep now? Or... I'll tell you tomorrow morning?"

Seeing her attitude, Sha Zhu and He Yushui quickly put on a smiling face and said nice things. Only then did the old lady give up and tell them her plan in detail.

The one who tied the knot must untie it.

Finally, she added a meaningful remark.

After listening to the old lady's words, Yi Zhonghai didn't say anything—the house was neither important to him nor to him.

But Sha Zhu and He Daqing frowned: They had finally managed to get the house back, and now they had to give it back. Wasn't that all for nothing?

"Just like that... give the house back to him?"

He Daqing muttered something under his breath, his face full of reluctance.

Sha Zhu reacted even more intensely.

He would never be willing to give up something he has already obtained.

"Grandma, don't you have any other ideas? We went through so much trouble to get Hao Jianguo out, and now we want to bring him back? Isn't this just a waste of time? What will the people in the courtyard think of us? They'll laugh their heads off!"

He kept rambling on, clearly unhappy.

No sooner had Sha Zhu uttered those words than the old lady sprang to her feet as if she had been set on fire, pointing her finger at him and launching into a tirade.

"I'm telling you this now! This has to be done this way! Otherwise, even if I become a ghost, I won't let you go! If you don't want to live, don't drag me down with you! Whoever makes my life impossible, I'll fight them to the death!"

She screamed it out with all her might, her voice sharp and piercing.

Yi Zhonghai and the others were taken aback by her imposing manner and looked at each other, unsure of what to say.

"Grandma, please calm down and don't take it to heart by arguing with those younger people."

He Daqing's expression changed faster than turning the pages of a book. He changed the subject abruptly, "In my opinion, this is really the only way to do it."

Sha Zhu and the others couldn't help but glare at him sideways—He Daqing himself was the one who was initially unhappy.

Seeing that He Daqing had changed his tune, the deaf old woman's expression softened slightly, and she nodded.

"Sigh, I know you're all feeling aggrieved, but don't I, this old lady, feel the same way?"

She softened her tone and said to Sha Zhu, "Sha Zhu, you know, what I want most is to get rid of Hao Jianguo."

But right now, we need to realize that dealing with him is secondary; preserving our own lives is the top priority.

After hearing this, Sha Zhu could only manage a bitter smile.

He felt as if a heavy stone was lodged in his heart, making him feel suffocated and uncomfortable.

"I think there might be another way to do this."

Yi Zhonghai, who had been mostly silent, suddenly spoke, a thoughtful expression on his face.

"What road?"

The deaf old woman turned to the side, her cloudy eyes revealing a questioning light.

The group of silly guys standing nearby couldn't help but perk up.

If they could truly avoid returning the room, that would be the best outcome for them.

Yi Zhonghai, hands behind his back, strolled a few steps unhurriedly, a slight smile appearing on his lips. "It was the old lady who reminded me just now."

We were only thinking about finding outsiders to take over, but we overlooked the most crucial point—ordinary people already have their own homes; who would want to spend money on a house with a lot of rumors? Only those who are truly desperate for housing and don't care about gossip would even consider this idea.

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the crowd.

"And in my opinion, there is no one more suitable than Hao Jianguo."

Upon hearing this, Sha Zhu and the others exchanged glances, their expressions showing sudden realization.

"Think about it carefully,"

Yi Zhonghai continued, "Hao Jianguo can't stay at his father-in-law's house forever."

Since that's the case, why don't we try a different approach—sell the house to him?

In this way, the house rightfully belonged to him, and he finally had a place to stay, no longer needing to be subservient to others.

I figured Hao Jianguo wouldn't refuse.

"We can compromise on the price."

He added a sentence.

Upon hearing this, Sha Zhu's furrowed brows gradually relaxed.

"This method... actually works."

He stroked his chin, his eyes lighting up. "If this really works out, we'll not only settle this mess, but we can also get another sum of money back from Hao Jianguo."

He Daqing nodded in agreement: "After all, Lao Hao is Hao Jianguo's biological father, he wouldn't really harm his own son."

Once Hao Jianguo moves back, Old Hao will probably be at peace.

We not only solved the problem, but also gained two additional benefits, so it was definitely a good deal.

Hearing his father's words, Sha Zhu finally smiled and gave the deaf old lady a thumbs up: "Old lady, you are so insightful! If you had thought of this earlier, we would have suffered less these past few days."

Once the group had reached a decision, the heavy weight on their hearts seemed to be lifted instantly.

With their burdens lifted, they all slept exceptionally soundly that night.

The next morning, to the astonishment of everyone in the courtyard, the group of people walked out of the courtyard gate in unison.

Seeing this commotion, the other residents in the courtyard whispered among themselves, wondering what they were up to this time.

"Whatever they do, they'd better not come back."

Xu Damao leaned against the door and muttered a curse under his breath.

Although the words were harsh, they drew nods of agreement from many people.