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

She had been planning this for a long time and would not allow it to fail at the last minute.

The old woman's ferocious appearance was even more terrifying than that of a demon.

The children in the yard were so frightened that they hid behind the adults. Some parents quickly reached out to cover their children's eyes, afraid that they would witness this scene and have it become a nightmare in the middle of the night.

Wang Daoren took a slow breath, calmed down from his previous shock, and his expression returned to normal.

Having roamed the world for many years, what storms haven't he weathered? How could he possibly capsize in such a small ditch?

Even though Hao Jianguo's aura of death was abnormally strong, he had his own trump cards. To think that he could scare him away with just his aura would be to underestimate him.

With this thought in mind, Wang Daoren stepped forward again, walking straight up to Hao Jianguo, even finding his earlier lapse in composure somewhat laughable.

"Just a worthless wretch."

Since you consider yourself human, you must have used some sinister method to forcibly draw the corpse energy into yourself—you might gain some benefits in the short term, but in the long run, you will surely suffer a backlash.

Even if I don't intervene, you won't live long.

He sneered as he muttered to himself, glancing sideways at Hao Jianguo with utter contempt.

At that moment, he thought he had figured out the key to it all.

Hao Jianguo glanced coldly at Wang Daoren without saying a word.

In his mind, the Taoist priest in front of him, who was pretending to be a charlatan, was nothing more than a clown trying to attract attention.

"If you know what's good for you, then get rid of that filthy aura on your body, and I might spare your life."

"But this courtyard cannot accommodate you today; you must leave immediately."

Wang Daoren paid no attention to Hao Jianguo's expression, and still stood tall and shouted loudly.

Having accepted the old lady's money and made a promise, he naturally had to expel Hao Jianguo from this place.

Under normal circumstances, given his temperament, he would probably have already taken action, and might even have taken someone's life.

But after sensing the elusive aura emanating from Hao Jianguo, he secretly began to feel uneasy—this man was difficult to fathom.

If it can be done without conflict, the king would certainly not want to confront the enemy head-on.

Even if you manage to win against someone like that, you will inevitably pay a heavy price.

Upon hearing this, Hao Jianguo's lips curled into a mocking smile.

"Who do you think you are, to dare order me to leave?"

His voice was calm, yet every word was clear, causing Wang Daoren's facial muscles to twitch and his eyes to blaze with anger.

"Very well, very well, very well! I've given you chance after chance, but you remain obstinate. Today, I will rid this courtyard of this scourge!"

Wang Daoren was indeed quite skilled. As he spoke, he flipped his hands and, as if by magic, had already pinched two yellow paper talismans between his fingers.

One is used to suppress evil spirits, while the other is specifically designed to break feng shui formations.

He planned to ruin Hao Jianguo's fortune in one fell swoop, making it impossible for him to ever recover.

As for the faint yin energy on Hao Jianguo's body, it will be exposed under the power of the talisman, and even ordinary eyes will be able to see it clearly.

In Wang Daoren's view, the ignorant residents in the courtyard would surely be convinced after seeing it with their own eyes.

He strode forward, flicked his wrist, and a yellow talisman shot towards Hao Jianguo's chest, while another remained firmly attached to the lintel, hanging there as if glued on.

Hao Jianguo let him do as he pleased, without even trying to stop him.

The higher you jump, the harder you fall—he found it all laughable.

Wang Daoren had expected the other party to intervene, and had even secretly prepared his response. However, Hao Jianguo remained completely unmoved, which delighted him.

"Arrogant brat, you dare to stand against my divine talisman without flinching? Today I'll expose your true colors!"

Wang Daoren was full of confidence.

As long as the talisman's power takes effect, even if Hao Jianguo is not a zombie, he has a way to make people believe him without a doubt.

Once the feng shui of a house is ruined, even a god cannot save it.

That's his confidence.

Wang Daoren made a hand seal and shouted, "Hurry, hurry, as the law commands!" Then he raised his voice and said, "Everyone, watch as I reveal Hao Jianguo's true colors!"

Although the people in the courtyard were confused about the "zombie"

They were skeptical of the claim, but seeing how certain Wang Daoren was, they held their breath and focused their gazes on Hao Jianguo, as if some horrifying scene was about to unfold.

"Hahaha, Hao Jianguo, you're finished! This time we'll definitely kick you out of this yard!"

Upon seeing this, the deaf old woman couldn't help but burst into shrill laughter.

She firmly believed in Wang Daoren's methods; now that he had made his move, Hao Jianguo would surely exhibit unusual behavior.

At that point, it would be perfectly logical for her to then try to dig up the Hao family's ancestral graves and cause Yu Li to miscarry.

Sha Zhu had already pulled a kitchen knife from inside the house, waiting for Hao Jianguo to "reveal himself" before rushing forward to kill the "zombie."

Slashing and killing.

Even if he did take action in full view of everyone, it wouldn't count—he was killing a demon, not a living person.

He Yuzhu was having a wonderful idea in his mind: if he could really get rid of that "zombie", he would be ridding the people of a scourge.

Although such achievements are not convenient to publicize, at least they can make him a hero praised by everyone in this courtyard.

Just thinking about it made him feel elated.

Everyone stared intently in Hao Jianguo's direction, but after a long while, they saw no sign of the "appearance" that Wang Daoren had described.

sign.

Hao Jianguo was still standing perfectly fine, without any change in his appearance.

"Am I seeing things? Has Hao Jianguo revealed himself?"

Liu Guangfu rubbed his eyes and muttered softly.

Xu Damao scoffed, glancing at him sideways: "Are you stupid? He's just a person, what kind of magic can he possibly create by 'revealing himself' again?"

Upon hearing this, Liu Guangfu's face darkened, and he couldn't help but curse, "That old Taoist priest! He puts on such a convincing act of supernatural powers, but it turns out he's just fooling people!"

Not only the two of them, but several older people in the courtyard also looked displeased.

In their eyes, Wang Daoren's actions were nothing short of making a fool of them.

"Master Wang, what exactly is going on?"

Even the usually taciturn deaf old lady frowned, her eyes revealing obvious dissatisfaction as she looked at Wang Daoren.

Wang Daoren himself was completely dumbfounded, his mouth agape but unable to speak, the situation before him was far beyond his expectations.

It should be noted that his methods have always been effective, and countless dignitaries have sought his help.

But today...

Wang Daoren couldn't understand it at all.

"How could this be? Why are the talismans completely ineffective? Could it be that my skills have declined over the years? Or have I become rusty?"

He pondered the matter repeatedly, recalling each of the previous steps, but could not find the slightest error.

"Is this the method the Taoist priest used to make me 'reveal my true form'?"

Hao Jianguo spoke with a cold laugh, his expression as calm as if he were watching a farce.

Wang Daoren's lips twitched. He wanted to retort but couldn't find the words. He could only force himself to maintain his imposing manner: "Hao Jianguo! No matter what methods you used to resist my talisman, now that I've agreed to eliminate this scourge, I will not let it go!"

He turned to the deaf old woman and said loudly, "Don't worry, Juan. Since I promised to eliminate the threat to your courtyard, I will not hesitate to pay any price."

Even at this point, he still didn't forget to maintain a respectful demeanor towards the "expert."

The frame.

However, after these few incidents, the trust of the people in the courtyard had already been shaken, and this performance had little effect.

Of course, deaf old ladies are an exception.

She had absolute faith in this Taoist priest.

After Wang Daoren finished speaking, he suddenly pushed open Hao Jianguo's door and rushed inside.

Unbeknownst to him, Hao Jianguo behind him subtly curled a meaningful smile at the corner of his mouth.

"I--"

Just as Wang Daoren was about to speak, his voice abruptly stopped.

The moment they stepped inside, it was as if they had triggered a mechanism, and a passage connecting to another world quietly opened.

Wang Daoren felt dizzy and disoriented, as if he had been dragged into another world.

An overwhelming fear rose from the depths of my heart, and a chill ran through my entire body.

He stood frozen in place, watching helplessly as stiff figures rose from the ground, ghosts drifted through the forest, and eerie green will-o'-the-wisps hovered in the air, turning the pitch-black sky into a chilling dark green.

"roar--"

A deep roar echoed through the deathly silence.

The zombies let out low growls and surged towards Wang Daoren like a tide.

He had witnessed many strange things in his youth, but what he was seeing before him was completely beyond his comprehension.

Wang Daoren trembled all over, desperately trying to turn around and run away, but fear locked his legs like iron chains, making him unable to move even half a step.

He completely lost control, especially when those distorted-faced zombies came into view.

The others in the courtyard, however, could not see the passage leading to the zombie world at all.

In the eyes of the deaf old woman and the others, Wang Daoren simply stood frozen in front of Hao Jianguo's door, his face pale and trembling uncontrollably.

The neighbors who were watching looked at each other, none of them able to figure out what the old man was up to.

"Is he playing tricks again?"

Xu Damao scoffed, "Even the way you address me has changed from 'Taoist Master'."

He became an "old guy".

"Weren't you just yelling that you wanted to barge in? Why are you standing there motionless?"

Yan Jiecheng tiptoed and peered into the room, but couldn't see anything unusual.

"I think he's just out of options, so he's putting on this show to save face."

Liu Guangfu interjected.

"But he seems genuinely afraid..."

Yan Jiecheng scratched his head. "What's inside the house?"

Xu Damao, however, was unconvinced: "It's just a trick that con artists usually use. What's so special about it?"

The deaf old woman also became anxious, and couldn't help but wonder: Could it be that I really misjudged her?

"Wang Daoren! What are you waiting for? Hurry up and make your move!"

She couldn't help but shout it out.

To everyone's surprise, this shout startled Wang Daoren so much that he trembled violently.

Xu Damao, with his sharp eyes, suddenly noticed a stream of yellowish liquid flowing down Wang Daoren's trouser leg, spreading a dark patch on the ground.

"Wait... am I seeing things? He wet his pants? Could this old man have some kind of hidden illness?"

Xu Damao exclaimed in surprise.

Following his gaze, everyone immediately showed expressions of disgust.

The older generation looked particularly grim—they had just praised the Taoist to the skies, and now they felt their faces burning with shame.

"Maybe Hao Jianguo is right, this person isn't quite mentally stable."

Someone in the crowd muttered something under their breath, which drew a chorus of agreement.

The deaf old woman, Yi Zhonghai, and Sha Zhu turned completely pale.

It was Wang Daoren who wet his pants, but it was the people who invited him who were truly embarrassed.

Hao Jianguo knew perfectly well what Wang Daoren had seen, but he simply smiled faintly:

"Master Wang, are you scared now? Weren't you quite capable just now? The door's right here, why don't you dare go in?"

Hao Jianguo's words pierced Wang Daoren's heart like steel needles.

Just hearing those words made Wang Daoren feel a burning sensation on his face, and an indescribable sense of shame gripped him.

Since becoming famous, when had Wang Daoren ever encountered such a humiliating situation? In a daze, he felt as if he had turned back into the timid little disciple who followed his master back then.

But in the current situation, how could he possibly care about saving face? He wished he could turn around and run away immediately, as far away from this strange place as possible.

However, his legs seemed to be cast into heavy iron blocks, and he couldn't move an inch no matter what he did.

Wang Daoren was inwardly groaning. He never expected that not only was Hao Jianguo strange, but his room was also so eerie and unpredictable.

At this moment, Wang Daoren felt as if he had fallen into the deepest hell, with countless cold hands around him, ready to drag him into the endless abyss at any moment.

There was absolutely no way he could have moved away from this doorway on his own.

"Help...help me..."

Wang Daoren finally cried out for help in a trembling voice, but his voice was so weak that it seemed as if he had exhausted all his strength in just a few words.

The neighbors watching in the courtyard heard it clearly, and became even more surprised and doubtful. Several older people even rubbed their ears, wondering if they had misheard.

Just now, it was clearly this Taoist priest who was aggressive and insisted on barging into Hao Jianguo's house to cause trouble. How come in the blink of an eye, before Hao Jianguo has done anything, this old Taoist priest is already crying for help?

Many people wondered to themselves: Could he be trying to stage an accident or pull some trick to frame Hao Jianguo? But this method was far too clumsy. With so many eyes watching, what other tricks could he possibly pull?

Not to mention others, even the deaf old lady thought so at this moment.

Her gaze toward Wang Daoren revealed obvious dissatisfaction, and she thought to herself: It seems I overestimated this old man; he actually came up with such a stupid idea.

If we could bring down Hao Jianguo with such tricks, we would have kicked him out of the yard long ago. Why wait until today?

Wang Daoren vaguely heard whispers behind him, and his heart was filled with bitterness.

How could he explain the horrifying sights he witnessed that these people could not see?

"ah--!"