The poor girl from the 1970s was forced to kiss by the damp educated youth.

Chen Zhi looked at the middle-aged man in front of her. His eyebrows and eyes were somewhat similar to Xi Yue's, but he did not resemble Xi Lang at all.

Is the man Xi Yue's maternal grandfather?

Chen Zhi glanced at the old woman again. Something was wrong. She didn't look like the man. The old woman was clearly older than him.

"I am Chen Zhi, and you are?" Chen Zhi asked.

Upon hearing this, the man frowned, seemingly displeased that Chen Zhi was unaware of his identity.

At this moment, Song Zhaoyuan spoke up, "Mr. Xi, it's been a long time. You are still in good health."

Chen Zhi then realized that this man was Xi Lang's father.

"Comrade Song is here too." Xi Fangxiu nodded to Song Zhaoyuan. He didn't recognize the identities of the three people next to Song Zhaoyuan, so he ignored them. However, when his gaze fell on Master Yang, a look of disgust flashed in his eyes.

Chen Zhi did not miss that hint of disgust. Xi Fangxiu disliked Taoists, so he probably didn't like Xi Lang, who often wore dark blue clothes.

No wonder, she's been here for several days, but Xi Fangxiu hasn't come to see Xi Lang.

"Is Mr. Xi here to visit Young Master Xi today?" Song Zhaoyuan asked.

Xi Fangxiu's face stiffened for a moment, but he quickly regained his composure. "I heard that Alang married a wife in the countryside, so I came to see."

Song Zhaoyuan: "This is Ms. Chen Zhi, who is sitting in front of you."

Xi Fangxiu's gaze returned to Chen Zhi. He had to admit that his eldest son had excellent taste; this woman was very beautiful. In all his years of life, he had never seen anyone so beautiful.

But he didn't like it; he didn't like it at first sight.

There was not a trace of respect or fear in the woman's eyes for him, her elder.

As expected of someone from the countryside, they have absolutely no manners!

"Was it you who hit A-Yue?" Xi Fangxiu questioned.

Chen Zhi nodded. She had done it, and many people had seen it. "He cursed Xi Lang to die and wanted to take over Xi Lang's house. I heard that the house was left to Xi Lang by his mother, but he claimed it as his own. It's ridiculous."

Chen Zhi spoke with righteous indignation, her small face filled with disdain.

Song Zhaoyuan and the others standing to the side were stunned. It turned out that this guy was still a hothead. Didn't you see that your father-in-law's face turned pale? You really dare to say that.

"Father-in-law, why aren't you saying anything? Am I wrong? This house doesn't belong to Xi Lang's mother?" Chen Zhi asked doubtfully. "But that's what everyone else told me."

"Yes!" Xi Fangxiu gritted his teeth, "But even so, you shouldn't have hit him."

"He cursed Xi Lang, why can't I hit him?" Chen Zhi retorted, looking completely innocent. "He cursed Xi Lang to die, aren't you angry at all? You wouldn't happen to be Xi Lang's stepfather, would you? Is that why you can remain unmoved by such vicious words?"

"Shut up!"

Xi Fangxiu shouted coldly, the veins on his face throbbing, he was on the verge of exploding in rage.

Chen Zhi pouted. "Why didn't you tell me? I didn't say anything wrong. There were many people there, including Commander Song. Commander Song, you heard it too, right?"

Song Zhaoyuan, who was trying not to laugh, said, "...Yes, I heard that."

Xi Fangxiu's face darkened further. He exhaled a deep breath, trying to calm his surging anger, and gritted his teeth, saying, "Fine, let's leave aside the matter of you hitting A-Yue for now, but what about the matter of you bullying your mother-in-law?"

It's only been two days since I last saw Xie Lingling, and she seems like a completely different person.

The last time I came here, Xie Lingling was plump and healthy, with fair and rosy skin that shone brightly. It was obvious that she lived a life of luxury. She was over forty years old, but looked like she was in her early thirties.

Two days later, she looked like a cabbage that had suddenly lost its moisture, terribly shriveled. Her hair was dry and yellow, losing its luster, her skin had shriveled up, turning sallow and dull, and she had dark circles under her eyes, with bags appearing on her face.

That haughty air is gone; now he seems timid and listless.

"What methods did you use on your mother-in-law?" Xi Fangxiu questioned.

Chen Zhi looked bewildered. "She tried to hit me that day, so I dodged, and then she fell to the ground. Everyone there saw it, but I didn't do anything."

"Impossible!" Xi Fangxiu said with certainty. "You must have used some kind of evil magic on her, otherwise she wouldn't be unable to sleep, and even if she does fall asleep, she wouldn't have nightmares."

Thinking of his wife's recent erratic behavior—screaming, smashing things, and constantly muttering "ghosts"—Xi Fangxiu's face darkened. He loathed such supernatural things, but that didn't mean he didn't believe in them.

He firmly believed that if you do nothing wrong in your daily life, you won't be afraid of ghosts knocking on your door in the middle of the night.

He lived for sixty years, and he was always open and honest, and no ghosts or spirits could get close to him.

It wasn't until the last two days, when he was exhausted by his wife's torment, that he had no choice but to bring people up to confront her.

Chen Zhi said with a serious expression, "Father-in-law, you are joking. We are currently destroying the Four Olds, so we can't say things carelessly."

"Stop pretending! It was you who did it!" Xi Yue pointed at Chen Zhi and yelled, "My mother started acting strangely after she went back from your place. You must be holding a grudge against her and used evil magic on her! You vicious woman, I'm going to beat you to death!"

Thinking of the suffering his mother had endured these past two days, coupled with the two slaps he had received, Xi Yue's anger surged, and he clenched his fists and charged at Chen Zhi.

"Father-in-law, look, it's not me who's going to hit someone now." Chen Zhi turned and ran away.

Xi Fangxiu's face was grim; if looks could kill, Chen Zhi would have been dead a hundred times over.

Song Zhaoyuan's gaze fell on Xie Lingling, and he whispered to the Taoist priest Yang beside him, "Can you see anything unusual about Madam Xi?"

As soon as he said this, the other three also perked up their ears. They looked at Xie Lingling, who was cowering behind Xi Fangxiu, her eyes full of fear, looking around. She certainly didn't seem to be acting.

Could it really be that Chen Zhi did something to them?

Master Yang nodded. "There's definitely something wrong with Madam Xi; it's like she's been contaminated with something unclean. However—"

His voice paused.

Song Zhaoyuan: "But what?"

Master Yang looked somewhat speechless. "It's just a little bit. For an ordinary person, the discomfort would pass in a few days. But this Madam Xi seems to be having bad luck lately, and coupled with her impure thoughts, pettiness, and tendency to overthink, her condition has become increasingly serious."

Song Zhaoyuan was speechless upon hearing this. He then asked, "Is it easy to solve?"

Master Yang said, "A single talisman can remove the impurities from her body, but she can only adjust her mindset herself."

Chen Zhi ran all over the hall, deliberately heading towards the old woman and the people she was leading, causing chaos and tumbles. Xi Yue not only failed to catch her but also tripped and fell several times, ending up in a sorry state.

Chen Zhi was playing tricks on Xi Yue, and everyone present could see it.

The old woman raised her stick to hit Chen Zhi, but Chen Zhi kept running. She circled around and ended up colliding with Xi Yue and the old woman. With a thud, the two of them fell to the ground, clutching their heads.

"mother!"

"Ah Yue!"

"Brother-in-law, this woman has gone too far!"

"Brother-in-law, Mom and A-Yue are both injured. Are you just going to sit idly by and do nothing?"

Hsieh Ling-ling's brother and sister-in-law filed a lawsuit against Chen Chi.

Xi Fangxiu clenched his fists so tightly they cracked, grabbed a teacup from the table and threw it at Chen Zhi. Chen Zhi was standing at the top of the stairs when she saw the teacup flying towards her. She slightly turned her body and dodged it.

The teacup fell to the ground, scattering tea and shards everywhere.

Xi Fangxiu: "You dare to hide!"

Xi Yue: "Dad, beat her to death!"

Xi Fangxiu picked up another teacup, while Xi Yue was even more ruthless than his father, picking up a chair. The father and son worked in perfect unison, throwing the teacup and chair toward Chen Zhi.

Chen Zhi sneered and was about to lift her leg when someone grabbed her and pulled her behind them.

Chen Zhi was startled. When she looked up, she saw two withered hands. One hand grabbed the teacup, and the other hand grabbed the chair. The next second, the teacup and chair flew back the way they came.

wow-

thump—

Two loud crashes followed as Xi Fangxiu was struck on the shoulder by a teacup, staggering back several steps before collapsing onto the sofa.

Xi Yue was also hit squarely by the chair. The solid wood chair was heavy and sturdy. He was knocked to the ground, his nose started bleeding immediately, a large bump swelled up on his forehead, and a long cut was left on his chin with blood seeping out, which looked rather frightening.

The entire hall fell silent.

For a moment, no one spoke; everyone seemed to have forgotten to breathe, staring blankly at the people on the stairs.

One second, two seconds, three seconds—the old woman was the first to regain her senses. She screamed and rushed towards the people on the stairs, yelling, "How dare you hurt my A-Yue! I'll kill you!"

The person on the stairs didn't even glance at the old woman. He simply waved his hand, and the old woman, as if struck by something, stumbled back two steps and fell to the ground.

"A ghost! A ghost!"

Doesn't Xi Lang look like a ghost these days?

He was emaciated, skin and bones, with no flesh on his body. The clothes that used to fit him were now hanging loosely on his body, making him look like a skeleton.

Where others couldn't see him, Xi Lang was shrouded in black mist, resembling a demon crawling out of hell. His dark eyes were as black as the night, cold and icy, showing no warmth even when he looked at Xi Fangxiu, who was related to him by blood.

He walked barefoot towards the coffee table, his 1.9-meter height and intimidating aura causing Song Zhaoyuan and the others who were sitting to stand up.

Only Xi Fangxiu remained seated, furious, and demanded, "How dare you attack me?"

Xi Lang glanced at him indifferently, as if looking at a stranger, "You attacked Zhizhi."

Xi Fangxiu hadn't expected this reason, and he became even angrier. "She's a junior, is it wrong for me to discipline her?"

Xi Lang remained calm. "It's none of your business to lecture my people!"

"Fine, fine!" Xi Fangxiu laughed angrily. "Since that's the case, she doesn't need to acknowledge me as her father-in-law anymore."

"I never intended for her to acknowledge you." Xi Lang looked at Chen Zhi at the stairwell, then swept his gaze over everyone present. "From now on, any member of the Xi or Xie family who dares to cause trouble here, don't blame me for being impolite. This is a one-time warning; you'd better remember it, or else—"

Xi Lang grabbed the teapot on the table. He didn't seem to use much force, but the teapot gradually turned into powder in his hand.

"Just like this teapot."

"Siron!"

Xi Fangxiu was furious. "Do you even have any regard for me as your father? They are your family, how can you be so rude?"

No. It's not.

Without you as my father.

They are not my relatives.

Everyone present understood.

Xi Fangxiu's expression changed repeatedly, his chest heaving violently, and in the end he could only utter one curse: "You unfilial son!"