hotmtlnovel Chapter 245 Kowtowing! Blood debts must be repaid in blood!
Chapter 245 Kowtowing! Blood debts must be repaid in blood!
The courtyard was silent in the early morning when two consecutive screams ripped open a bloody gash.
The residents in the courtyard were startled and hurriedly opened their doors and windows, peeking out sleepily.
The next second, everyone's sleepiness vanished without a trace.
They saw Qin Huairu, as if she had gone mad, dragging a small old man with white hair and a face full of wrinkles out of her house.
"My God, who...who is that?"
"Judging from the sound, he's got a great appearance, but that face... he looks like he's in his seventies or eighties, doesn't he?"
"He's possessed! He must be possessed!"
Xu Damao stood at his doorstep, his eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets, stammering, "A...a monster! There's a monster in the yard!"
The third uncle, Yan Bugui, adjusted his reading glasses and saw the clearest view.
He shuddered, gasped, and the terrifying thought that had been lingering in his mind exploded again: There really are immortals in this courtyard! Naturally, there must also be demonic magic!
The Jia family has offended someone they shouldn't have messed with, to the point of no return!
He slammed the door shut, holding it firmly in place, not daring to even breathe loudly.
At this moment, Qin Huairu had long forgotten about her neighbors and her reputation; only one thought remained in her mind.
Seeking He Yuzhu.
Save the stick trope.
She grabbed the still wailing Banggeng and scrambled to He Yuzhu's door.
There was no tantrum, no shouting, and no pitiful scheming.
"Thump!"
With a muffled thud, Qin Huairu's knees slammed onto the hard bluestone slab, and she knelt down completely.
The stick behind her was pulled down by the force and he also knelt on the ground. Looking at his withered hands, which were like chicken claws, he cried out in a voice so shrill it was inhuman.
"Silly Zhu! Brother He! Brother Zhu!"
Qin Huairu banged her forehead against the ground, again and again.
"Thump!"
"Thump!"
She screamed with all her might, each name soaked in blood, tears, and endless regret.
"I was wrong! I was so wrong! I shouldn't have let my child steal from you! I'm not human! I'm worse than a pig or a dog!"
"Please, for the sake of our past relationship, for the sake of the child who is still so young, please save him!"
"He's just a child!"
"I'll do anything for you, as long as you save Bang Geng! I'll be your slave! I'll kowtow to you for the rest of my life!"
Blood quickly appeared on her forehead, the streaks of blood mixed with tears and dust, washing two muddy furrows down her face.
More and more people gathered in the courtyard, and everyone was so shocked by the scene that they were speechless.
Once upon a time, Qin Huairu was the most arrogant woman in this courtyard. With her looks and cunning, she manipulated He Yuzhu and was successful in all aspects of the courtyard.
But now, she has abandoned all her dignity and knelt there, just to beg for a shred of pity from the "foolish Zhu" she despises the most.
It's true that karma is a cycle.
Inside the room, He Yuzhu sat at the table, slowly drinking a bowl of steaming hot spirit rice porridge.
He could hear the cries and kowtows outside very clearly.
The heart is like still water.
When dealing with a rotten seed like a jackal, reasoning with him is useless, and beating him will only work temporarily.
Only fear.
Only by using absolute power to etch an imprint deep into his soul, letting him know that some things, once touched, are doomed to eternal damnation.
After finishing the last mouthful of porridge, He Yuzhu wiped his mouth and stood up.
"Squeak—"
The door opened.
He Yuzhu stood inside the door, looking down at the disheveled mother and child on the ground.
The morning light gilded his figure with a dazzling golden edge.
Through Qin Huairu's blurry, tearful eyes, He Yuzhu appeared tall and aloof, like a ruthless god who held the power of life and death.
"Now you know you were wrong?"
He Yuzhu's voice was devoid of warmth, revealing neither joy nor anger.
Qin Huairu raised her blood-stained face and nodded frantically, "We know! We really know!"
He Yuzhu's gaze slowly shifted to Banggeng, who was still sobbing.
The gaze was so real that Banggeng trembled violently, his crying stopped abruptly, and a strange "gurgling" sound came from his throat.
He remembered that night, that gaze that could freeze one's soul.
"And you?" He Yuzhu asked.
Bang Geng was so frightened that he couldn't say a word and could only nod frantically.
"When you were stealing, why didn't you think of this day coming?" He Yuzhu's voice turned colder, carrying a sense of judgment.
Banggeng's defenses completely crumbled, and she burst into tears, sobbing uncontrollably: "I was wrong... I'll never do it again... I was just too hungry... I stole the fruit from your windowsill... Please... save me..."
He finally admitted it himself.
An uncontrollable uproar erupted from the crowd.
"So it was retribution for stealing!"
"This Jia family kid has been dishonest since he was little; now he's really messed up!"
"Serves him right! He really deserves it! Sha Zhu did a great job, it was satisfying!"
Public opinion completely sided with He Yuzhu.
When Qin Huairu heard her son admit it in public, she was overwhelmed with shame and fear. She wished she could disappear into the ground and bury her head even lower, not daring to look anyone in the eye.
Seeing the shameful state of the mother and son, He Yuzhu knew the time was right.
He didn't really want to ruin the Korean meme.
He wanted to use this thunderous strike to completely sever the Qin Huairu family's bloodsucking ambitions and also to completely break the crooked seedling that was Banggeng.
"Remember, you can't take everything, and you can't get every advantage you can."
He Yuzhu's voice echoed throughout the courtyard, as if he were speaking to Banggeng, or even as if he were announcing it to everyone in the courtyard who harbored ulterior motives.
"This time, it's my hair that's turned white."
He paused, his gaze lingering for a moment on Bang Geng's terrified face.
"Next time, it might be a matter of life and death."
Banggeng was so frightened that his eyes rolled back and he almost fainted.
Qin Huairu kowtowed repeatedly, her voice hoarse, "We dare not! We will never dare again! Please have mercy on us!"
He Yuzhu turned and went back into the house. A moment later, he came out carrying a large, rough porcelain bowl.
The bowl contained half a bowl of crystal-clear water.
"Drink it." He handed the bowl to the stick.
This is not ordinary water, but a product that he diluted with spiritual spring water a hundred times.
Even so, the faint spiritual energy contained within was enough to neutralize the violent energy within the body of the bat.
A will to survive ignited in Banggeng's eyes. He stared intently at the bowl of water, trembling as he took it and gulped it down in a few mouthfuls.
As the water entered my stomach, a refreshing coolness instantly flowed through my limbs and bones, suppressing the burning heat.
A miracle unfolded before the eyes of everyone in the hospital.
The white hair on the stalk of the stalk gradually turned back to jet black, starting from the roots, at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The deep wrinkles on his face were smoothed and erased by an invisible force, and his skin regained its youthful luster.
Just a few minutes.
The white-haired "little old man" has turned back into the thin boy he used to be.
"Amazing! Absolutely amazing!"
"This... Sha Zhu is a living god descended to earth!"
A series of gasps erupted in the courtyard, and everyone's gaze towards He Yuzhu completely changed from mockery to deep-seated awe.
Bang Geng touched his face, which had returned to normal, and the overwhelming joy of getting it back made him burst into tears again. This time, however, his cries were filled with the relief of surviving a disaster.
Qin Huairu was completely drained of strength, collapsed to the ground, and wept with joy.
The son was saved.
She also knew that from this moment on, Qin Huairu had no dignity left in front of this man.
All the shrewdness and cunning she had once been so proud of shattered into nothingness before absolute power.
She lost.
They suffered a crushing defeat, utterly humiliated.