Courtyard House: Drunk and barging into the Xu family's house, I woke up numb.

In the Jia family, Madam Jia Zhang slowly woke up and slowly sat up, supporting herself on the edge of the bed.

"Banggeng, pour Grandma a glass of water."

Bang Geng obediently poured a glass of water for him.

"Here you are, Grandma, the water is just right, not too hot or too cold."

Looking at Bang Geng's happy face, Jia Zhangshi felt a little uneasy.

"Banggeng, what are you so happy about? Grandma was punished by being made to sweep the yard and clean the toilet, and you're still laughing like this? Don't you have any conscience?"

Banggeng tilted his head and said.

"Grandma, I wasn't laughing at you. I was genuinely happy."

Jia Zhangshi looked at Banggeng with a suspicious expression and asked.

"What's making you so happy? Tell us so Grandma can be happy too."

Banggeng said excitedly.

"Grandma, do you know? The old woman in the backyard has died!"

"Our college is having a banquet soon, isn't that something to be happy about!"

Jia Zhangshi quickly covered Bang Geng's mouth.

"Little ancestor, you're talking nonsense. Be careful, or Sha Zhu will beat you up."

"And, is the deaf old lady really dead?"

Banggeng nodded.

"The news from the neighborhood spread quickly, and everyone in the courtyard knew that Old Man Yi and Sha Zhu had already gone to pick someone up."

Around noon, the deaf old lady was taken back to the courtyard by Sha Zhu and Yi Zhonghai.

After returning to the courtyard, Yi Zhonghai immediately had the deaf old lady carried to the backyard.

This decision was made by Yi Zhonghai after much consideration, and now the old lady's door is open.

He took the old lady into her house, and set up the mourning hall in the backyard, so that even if the neighborhood officials came, they couldn't carry her out.

In this way, the old lady wouldn't have to lie down at his house, and he could avoid the matter.

The two women, Auntie Er and Auntie San, started changing the deaf old lady's clothes. She put a new cotton-padded coat inside and a shroud on top.

After seeing this, Jia Zhangshi laughed.

"Good, good, the old woman is gone, now we can really have a feast."

Banggeng chimed in from the side.

"See, I wasn't lying to you, our courtyard is about to have a feast!"

The deaf old woman's body was placed in the backyard house, and the funeral hall has begun to be set up.

Inside the mourning hall, Yi Zhonghai and He Yuzhu kept vigil as family members, accompanied by an older woman. People from the courtyard began to come in turn to offer incense and pay their respects.

According to custom, the body must remain in state for three days, meaning the burial can only take place the day after tomorrow. Therefore, someone will still be on guard at night.

The person keeping vigil on the first day was He Yuzhu for the first half of the night and Yi Zhonghai for the second half.

Later that night, Yi Zhonghai came to relieve He Yuzhu, and He Yuzhu went back to sleep.

Yi Zhonghai was getting old, and with no one in the room to talk to him, he fell asleep soon after.

Just then, a dark figure flashed through the room, came to Yi Zhonghai's side, and patted his face.

"Xiao Yi, why are you sleeping here? Get up and go back to your room to sleep, don't catch a cold."

Hearing someone speaking to him, Yi Zhonghai slowly opened his eyes.

He thought it was Sha Zhu who came to see him, but after looking for a long time, he couldn't see anyone.

But when he turned his head, he saw a deaf old woman dressed in funeral clothes staring at him with wide eyes.

"Xiao Yi, what are you looking for? Do you need my help?" Fen asked.

Chapter 109 Resurrection? The Deaf Old Woman Achieves a Double Kill! [Please Subscribe]

Despite it being the first day of the Lunar New Year, Beijing is still implementing power rationing policies, and power was already cut off before noon.

Tonight, only two kerosene lamps and two white candles were lit in the mourning hall, and one of the candles has already gone out.

Under the dim candlelight, the deaf old woman who had been lying in the mourning hall waiting to be sent to the crematorium the next day suddenly appeared in front of Yi Zhonghai.

Dressed in burial clothes, his weak voice echoed in the extremely quiet mourning hall. Yi Zhonghai's pupils immediately dilated, and his blood pressure rose sharply.

After a brief period of restraint, Yi Zhonghai could no longer suppress his inner fear.

"Ghost...ghost...ghost!"

The deaf old woman turned around and looked in the direction Yi Zhonghai was looking, then turned back and stared at him.

"Xiao Yi, there's no ghost here."

"Don't scare yourself, it's me, it's me."

Terrified, Yi Zhonghai tried to get up, but the fear of keeping watch over the spirits for half the night prevented him from moving, and he instead collapsed to the ground.

"You silly child, how did you fall down? Let me help you up."

As Yi Zhonghai looked at the deaf old woman's outstretched hand, the fear in his eyes surged rapidly, and the corners of his mouth began to twitch slightly.

Finally, the moment the deaf old woman's cold hand touched him, he twisted his neck and fell to the ground.

Yi Zhonghai's behavior just now startled the deaf old lady. When she saw him fall and not move, she panicked.

"Someone come, someone come quickly..."

She called out as she walked outside, but the room was poorly lit, and there were some sacrificial objects on the floor.

In a moment of carelessness, the deaf old lady tripped and fell to the ground, swaying unsteadily towards the door.

It was late at night, and everyone in the courtyard who had been busy all day had long since fallen asleep.

In addition, the old lady hadn't eaten much for two days and was feeling weak.

After she fell to the ground, her voice barely audible after passing through the doorway.

Cao Xu slept soundly tonight; he and Xia Jie stayed up all night chatting on New Year's Eve.

They talked about everything from childhood to adulthood, until dawn before going back to their rooms to sleep.

When Cao Xu returned home during the day, he encountered the deaf old lady's situation. Although he didn't get involved, he was naturally affected since he lived next door.

Now that he has finally fallen asleep, even if he hears some sounds, he just assumes they are the mourners crying and doesn't think much of it.

The deaf old lady was terrified when she saw Yi Zhonghai lying on the ground convulsing.

She cried and shouted, wondering why no one in the courtyard had come to check on her.

Just then, she heard footsteps outside.

"Auntie, what's wrong?"

The person outside the courtyard was none other than Jia Zhangshi, Banggeng's maternal grandmother.

Jia Zhangshi felt that she had hidden her money in the wrong place, so she secretly ran out in the middle of the night to find a new place to hide it.

So she ran to the backyard cellar, dug a hole, buried the bottle containing the money, and then prepared to go back to her room to sleep.

But when she passed by the deaf old lady's house, she heard crying coming from inside.

"Are the feelings that deep?"

"Why are you wailing like this in the middle of the night? Who are you trying to impress?"

As Jia Zhangshi muttered to herself, she lifted the curtain to see if the old woman was really crying or just pretending.

However, as soon as she stepped into the room, she felt something grab her ankle.

"what……"

By the flickering candlelight, she looked down and saw the deaf old woman staring at her with her head held high.

"Help...call for help...help..."

Suddenly, the candle by the door was blown out by the wind, and Jia Zhangshi had already seen Yi Zhonghai lying on the ground.

At that moment, she had only one thought in her mind: escape, escape for her life. Yi Zhonghai was already dead; if she didn't escape, she would be next.

She kicked the deaf old woman aside with a sudden burst of strength and then ran outside.

In her panic, she didn't have time to watch her step and tripped over the threshold just as she was about to go out.

After staggering a few steps, he slipped and fell to the ground, hitting the brazier outside the door where yellow paper was being burned.

The brazier was smashed to the ground, and a basin full of ashes was thrown into the air, covering Jia Zhangshi, who had fallen to the ground, with ashes all over her.

"Ouch, that hurts so much."

Once the pain subsided slightly, Jia Zhangshi, supporting her aching back, shouted into the air.