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

But she would never part with that money.

Now that the money has already fallen into the Jia family's pocket, why would they take it out? In fact, when she learned that Banggeng and the other children had gone to ask for New Year's money, she had already secretly taken all the banknotes from her son's pocket and put them into her own pocket.

At this moment, Qin Huairu just kept her head down and sobbed, trying to get away with it by pretending to be innocent.

Unfortunately, such tricks might fool Sha Zhu, but right now Xu Damao and the others are in a fit of anger, and no one cares whether she cries or not.

Xu Damao immediately tried to snatch it by force.

To everyone's surprise, Qin Huairu suddenly shook off Xu Damao's hand and shamelessly pointed at Sha Zhu.

"You can't come to us for this, it's not like we did it on purpose."

Since it was Sha Zhu who was behind this, you should go find him.

No one expected that Qin Huairu would push all the blame onto Sha Zhu, making him take all the responsibility.

Her behavior is exactly like that of her son.

Madam Jia immediately perked up. She realized that once the money entered the Jia family, it belonged to the Jia family, so how could it be returned?

"That's right, if you want to ask for it, go ask Sha Zhu. It was his idea. Don't bother us."

Who knows if Sha Zhu already stole the money?

Aunt San and the others watched this scene with cold eyes, shaking their heads in silence, their hearts filled with contempt for the Jia family's behavior.

Naturally, they felt no sympathy for Sha Zhu, only that he had brought it upon himself.

But now that Qin Huairu and her son have pushed Sha Zhu to such a state, Sha Zhu doesn't care at all, and even thinks that Qin Huairu did the right thing.

He stepped in front of the mother and child, striking a heroic pose, and shouted:

"You bunch of people, what kind of skill is it to bully an orphan and a widow? Come at me!"

As he spoke, he took out another wad of cash and returned it to everyone on behalf of Bang Geng.

Yi Zhonghai watched from the side, his eyes twitching.

Where would Sha Zhu have any spare money? This was clearly money Sha Zhu had borrowed from him earlier, saying he was short of money for the New Year.

Who would have thought that this would come in so useful?

Seeing everyone accept the money and leave, Sha Zhu still looked indifferent and said, "Consider it a big red envelope I gave Bang Geng."

When he said this to Qin Huairu, he even had a hint of smugness in his expression, as if he wanted to please her.

But as soon as Sha Zhu returned the money, Qin Huairu didn't even say thank you. Instead, she looked at Sha Zhu as if it was his duty to do so and that he owed the Jia family something.

She was crying her eyes out just a moment ago, but she stopped crying in the blink of an eye; her expression changed faster than turning the pages of a book.

"Bang Geng, how's your hand now?"

Sha Zhu pretended to be concerned and asked.

Unexpectedly, Jia Zhangshi suddenly pushed him away, her eyes filled with resentment as she glared at him.

"It's my child, what's it to you!"

Madam Jia showed no gratitude for Sha Zhu's earlier help, and instead turned to glare at him fiercely.

Even Qin Huairu immediately distanced herself from Sha Zhu.

"From now on, stay away from Bang Geng, don't lead him astray."

"Mom...Mom! There's a ghost!"

Bang Geng's face turned deathly pale, his screams were heart-wrenching, and a wet, yellowish stain instantly spread across his crotch—he had lost control of his bladder in fright.

Bang Geng turned around and tried to run away. That ghostly face was truly terrifying. He felt that the thing could devour him alive at any moment.

The more terrified he became, the more his legs seemed nailed to the ground, and no matter how much he struggled, he couldn't move an inch.

A chilling laugh suddenly drifted over.

Banggeng cautiously raised his eyes, only to see that the laughter was coming from the direction of the ghost face.

The ghostly face had moved away from Hao Jianguo's head and was now drifting eerily closer to him.

The sound of blood droplets falling was particularly jarring in the silence.

Dark red liquid kept seeping from that distorted face, and the soft sound of each drop hitting the ground was like hitting the eardrum of the stick directly.

The faint ticking sound amplified in the deathly silence, becoming the only sound he could detect in his entire world.

"Mother……"

The boy's cries were intermittent, his body trembling like a leaf in the wind, his bones almost shattered from the shock.

He tried to close his eyes to escape the horrific sight, but his eyelids felt like they were being held open by invisible fingers, and he couldn't even turn his gaze away.

I could only watch helplessly as that face grew larger and closer in my field of vision.

An even more chilling change occurred.

The face gradually elongated and distorted, eventually turning into a small shadow.

A gruesome wound tore open in the shadow's abdomen, and its internal organs, mixed with dark red, were dragged out, leaving sticky marks on the ground.

With each step it took forward, its organs rubbed against the ground with a faint rustling sound.

"Ouch, that hurts!"

The shadow stopped in front of the stick, and the sound seemed to float up from the bottom of a well.

"Could you... help me put them back?"

It grinned, revealing an inhuman curve, and at the same time used its hands to peel back the skin and flesh of its abdomen.

Banggeng saw the empty, bloody cavity inside, his stomach churned, and his vision went black, but even fainting was a luxury.

Extreme fear completely overwhelmed his body control, and his crotch instantly became wet and smelly.

Hidden in the shadows, Hao Jianguo watched coldly, a mocking smile playing on his lips.

This kid deserves to be taught a lesson, so he won't bother you again in the future.

He was too lazy to waste any more time and simply waved his hand.

The little devil vanished like smoke in an instant.

Banggeng's body went limp, and he collapsed to the ground. Then he let out a heart-wrenching howl and crawled away on all fours.

Not long after, even more heart-wrenching cries came from the direction of the Jia family, intermittent and lasting all night.

The next morning, the Jia family's door was already surrounded by angry neighbors.

All the hard work of the year, and the long-awaited few days of leisure, are completely shattered by this endless commotion.

"Are you never going to stop? Is your Jia family deliberately trying to make life unbearable?"

"If you don't want to live here, move out! Don't ruin the whole compound!"

"After receiving lucky money on the first day of the Lunar New Year, we were subjected to this horrific torture at night. What did we do to deserve this?"

"Are all the adults dead? All they know is how to give birth, not how to raise children?"

The insults, each one more scathing than the last, seeped through the crack in the door.

Madam Jia, her face ashen, huddled inside the room. Knowing she was in the wrong, she dared not show herself, but instead pushed Qin Huairu out.

Qin Huairu herself didn't sleep all night, her face was haggard, and her eyes were bloodshot.

She had tried to stop her son, but he seemed to be possessed and wouldn't listen to a word she said.

Pushed in front of everyone, she opened her mouth, but no sound came out.

This silence was seen as a silent provocation by the neighbors.

Anger was instantly ignited, and more harsh insults rained down on Qin Huairu's frail body like hail.

"Everyone, please hear me out."

Qin Huairu finally came to her senses, took a deep breath, and hurriedly spoke up to interrupt the surrounding noise and accusations.

"Bang Geng was definitely wrong last night, but things were really strange. When the child came back... he looked like he was possessed."

She spoke with some hesitation, but the unusual events of the previous night made her think in this direction.

"Possessed by an evil spirit?"

As soon as those two words were uttered, the previously noisy group of middle-aged women fell silent, and then their eyes lit up with curiosity.

"What exactly is going on?"

Aunt Er leaned forward and asked in a low voice.

"What era are we living in? Such strange things don't exist in this modern society!"

"That's right, you can't just say things like that, superstitious thinking is unacceptable."

Aunt San and the others chimed in with their own comments.

To many, this was nothing more than an excuse Qin Huairu made in desperation to shut everyone up.

Qin Huairu knew all too well that this matter was hard to believe, and listening to the discussions around her, she felt a pang of bitterness in her heart.

"well……"

She sighed helplessly and recounted everything she had seen the previous night: Bang Geng came home with a pale face, and then he picked up a kitchen knife and started hacking at his shadow on the ground, as if something terrifying was hidden in the shadow.

Even the usually domineering Jia Zhangshi and Jia Dongxu were so frightened that they didn't know what to do.

"If you didn't make this up... then it really might be a bit strange."

Aunt Er couldn't help but mutter something under her breath.

Those who were just shouting their disbelief now shut up.

It's better to wish for something like this to happen than to actually get involved; nobody wants to be associated with bad luck.

"Do you think...it could have been Jia Zhangshi who brought them here?"

Aunt San's eyes suddenly lit up, as if she remembered something, "Didn't she pin Uncle Yi to the ground a while ago, calling him 'Old Jia' over and over again?"

After she mentioned it, everyone around her thought it made sense.

"It's possible that it really is."

The Jia family hasn't had a peaceful time lately; they might have really attracted some unclean spirits.

"Could it be... that Old Jia is back and causing trouble?"

As they talked, everyone felt uneasy and took a few steps back, not daring to approach the Jia family's door, as if the house was filled with an inexplicable gloom that would bring bad luck if they got involved.

Qin Huairu had no time to pay attention to other people's reactions; the scenes from last night kept replaying in her mind.

"Could it really be my father-in-law returning?"

The thought sent a chill down her spine.

She remembered that last night, after Jia Zhangshi fell asleep, she, who hadn't talked in her sleep for a long time, suddenly started pleading in her dream, crying and shouting for Old Jia not to take her away, saying that she didn't want to die.

Now that she thinks about it, Qin Huairu feels a chill run down her spine.

Everyone had initially only guessed, but seeing Qin Huairu's expression, they were even more convinced that it was a done deal.

"Sigh, it seems Old Jia really is back."

"But Lao Jia is Bang Geng's biological grandfather. If the grandfather comes back and torments his grandson... how annoying would that grandson be?"

Everyone shook their heads and sighed, but no one really sympathized with Bang Geng. Instead, they felt that the kid had brought it on himself.

"You're talking nonsense! It's not Lao Jia at all! Lao Jia didn't come back!"

Just then, a furious curse erupted from inside the house.

Jia Zhangshi couldn't listen any longer and suddenly rushed out.

Seeing her furious appearance, everyone became even more curious.

"You're saying it wasn't Lao Jia? Then what exactly happened?"

Uncle Er asked, hands behind his back, adopting the air of a leader.

"It was all Hao Jianguo's doing! He deliberately scared my son Banggeng! That scoundrel... My grandson just told me everything; it was him who was behind it all!"

Before dawn, a group of people had already gathered noisily in the courtyard.

Jia Zhangshi, gripping the doorframe, her chest heaving, spoke in a shrill voice: "He grabbed my grandson's hand in broad daylight, and then at night he plays ghosts to scare the child! Hao Jianguo has a black heart!"

It turned out that Banggeng finally calmed down a bit in the middle of the night, and under his grandmother's repeated questioning, he intermittently recounted what had happened the night before.

Upon hearing this, Jia Zhangshi was furious—Hao Jianguo had opened the door, and his grandson had seen those frightening things; who else could it be but him? As for the ghost story, she didn't believe it at all: if there really were something evil, why did it only entangle the stick while Hao Jianguo was perfectly fine? That Hao must have used some underhanded means.

The more she thought about it, the more reasonable it seemed, and the fire in her heart burned even brighter: "The child may be a bit naughty, but he's still just a child! How can someone be so cruel to a child? Is he even human?"

This absurd accusation left the onlookers bewildered, none of them able to fathom the source of her anger.

Yan Jiecheng scoffed, "Did Hao Jianguo scare you? Do you think everyone's brainless?"

He gestured with his chin towards the Jia family's direction. "That troublemaker who dared to set Xu Damao's house on fire, is he really someone who would be easily scared out of his wits? Who would believe that if you told them that?"

Liu Guangfu chimed in, "Aunt Jia, your ability to argue and make trouble is truly impressive."

They're pinning all this on Hao Jianguo, have they no shame?

The onlookers immediately started pointing and whispering, none of them believing Jia Zhangshi's story.

Jia Zhangshi, however, ignored everyone else's opinions and was convinced that Hao Jianguo was the culprit.

She turned and rushed towards the west wing, slamming her hand heavily on the door, making the paper windows rattle: "Hao Jianguo! Get out here! You heartless bastard, you won't even spare a child!"

The door creaked open.

Hao Jianguo stood on the threshold, his face calm, as if he had expected this. "Jia Zhangshi,"

His voice was low, but every word was clear: "Don't throw a tantrum here."

The door knocker is broken; you have to pay for it.

These words were like a bucket of cold water, leaving Jia Zhangshi speechless for a long time, and her arrogance diminished by three points.

But then she exploded again, her finger almost poking Hao Jianguo's nose: "Fine! You're the one who's accusing me first, aren't you? Let me tell you, Bang Geng was possessed by an evil spirit last night, and it's all your fault! If anything happens to him, I'll fight you to the death!"

He unleashed his fierce temper completely, shouting so loudly that half the courtyard could hear him.