The true heiress of metaphysics travels back to the 1970s and recognizes her father, a high-ranking

Before we even got close, we could hear some people shouting loudly.

Jiang Muyan lagged behind and hadn't even reached her destination when she saw Fu Moxuan grab Jiang Xiechuan, who was about to rush in.

As she ran closer, she saw Fu Moxuan tightly gripping Jiang Xiechuan's arm.

She looked at the group of people surrounded by the crowd and saw several people wearing red armbands pushing and shoving four elderly people, and even hitting one of them.

Blood was already flowing from the old man's forehead. Jiang Xiechuan's maternal grandmother, Madam Meng, saw the blood and kept shaking her head, muttering in horror, "Blood, blood, so much blood!"

"You old hag, what are you yelling about!" A woman in a red armband impatiently reached out to shove Old Madam Meng.

Grandpa Meng quickly stepped in front of the man.

"Hey, you bunch of stinking intellectuals, you dare to block my way?" The man in the red armband glared fiercely, raising the stick in his hand, about to strike Old Master Meng's hunched back.

Jiang Xiechuan's eyes were bloodshot with rage. He struggled to break free from Fu Moxuan's grasp and was about to rush forward.

How could Fu Moxuan let him break free? He whispered, "Don't be impulsive!"

Just as he was trying to persuade Jiang Xiechuan, he caught a glimpse of Jiang Muyan's wrist twitching slightly, as if she was about to sprinkle something on the red armbands.

Fu Moxuan felt a little strange, and just as he was full of doubts, he noticed that Jiang Xiechuan had stopped struggling.

He then looked at the group of elderly people, and saw that the man with the red armband holding the stick suddenly stopped and stood there in an odd posture.

The other red armband members noticed their companion's unusual behavior and asked疑惑地问道, "Hei Zi, what's wrong?"

At this moment, a look of fear flashed in the eyes of the man in the red armband named Heizi, because he found that no matter how hard he tried, he could not move.

At this point, even the onlookers realized that something was wrong.

Just as everyone was filled with doubt, they suddenly saw the red armband-wearing guy named Hei Zi move again, but the direction of the stick in his hand was towards the other red armband-wearing guys!

"Kuroko, what are you doing!"

"Are you crazy? You're even hitting your own people!"

"Oh, you're serious!"

.........

The others sensed something was wrong. They exchanged glances and quickly grabbed the stick from Hei Zi's hand, then subdued him.

At this moment, Old Master Meng and Old Master Zhou silently protected Old Madam Meng and Old Madam Zhou behind them, quietly watching the few people wearing red armbands, and they couldn't help but feel puzzled.

At this moment, one of the red armband-wearing members said in a low voice, somewhat uncertainly:

"Is Hei Zi possessed? Hei Zi was about to hit that stinky... old man just now, that's why he's acting like this. Shouldn't we have avoided doing that?!"

They had never laid a hand on these elderly people before, but before they came this time, they received a notice from their superiors to take action against them to scare them.

Unexpectedly, we encountered such a bizarre situation, as if Kuroko were possessed.

"Don't talk nonsense. I just smashed that stinking intellectual so hard he bled, and I'm fine, aren't I?"

Little did they know, not long after he finished speaking, his companions noticed that his eyes had also become strange, similar to Kuroko's.

The men's expressions instantly turned serious. Sure enough, they saw that this accomplice, just like Hei Zi from before, was brandishing a weapon at them.

Aside from the two red armbands controlling Kuroko, the other red armbands had to exert considerable effort to subdue him.

The red armband-wearing men felt a strange unease. Could these old men really be protected by gods?

However, this is feudal superstition, and they dare not say it out loud.

Seeing that the situation was turning against them, one of them quickly said, "Let's go!"

Then he looked at the elderly people:

"You wait, we'll be back!"

After saying that, he and his companions slunk away towards the village entrance.

At this moment, Jiang Xiechuan was stunned by this sudden change and was completely confused about the situation.

He wanted to go over and check if his grandparents were injured, but was stopped by a look from Grandpa Meng.

The way people looked at the four elderly people varied: some with pity, some with calm, and some with amusement.

Jiang Xiechuan clenched his fists tightly as he watched the four elderly people support each other and leave, trembling.

Seeing that there was no more excitement to be had, the villagers gradually dispersed.

Some villagers were unwilling to go home and instead found a shady spot to chat.

"Let's go!" Fu Moxuan said, patting Jiang Xiechuan on the shoulder and glancing at Jiang Muyan beside him, signaling her to follow.

Jiang Muyan nodded. She hadn't dared to use the talismans in her space just now, since there were too many people and using talismans would be too conspicuous.

She had just drawn talismans in the air. Originally, her spiritual power was not enough to support her drawing so many talismans in the air, but fortunately, Fu Moxuan was by her side.

Moreover, she took the opportunity to secretly throw Yin-gathering talismans at those people, and they were going to have a hard time for a while.

However, it feels really good to rely on the master. She drew so many talismans in the void, but she didn't feel tired at all.

The three of them walked together toward the last row of houses in the educated youth compound. Jiang Xiechuan was in low spirits and kept his head down without saying a word.

When they reached the row of dormitories, Jiang Muyan looked at Fu Moxuan and said, "I'm going back to my dorm to put my things away!"

"Okay!" Fu Moxuan nodded to Jiang Muyan.

Jiang Muyan opened the dormitory door, took out the items from her backpack one by one, and then soaked the clothes she had changed for the past two days in water before heading to Jiang Xiechuan and Fu Moxuan's dormitory.

She hadn't gone far when she saw Jiang Xiaobai wagging its tail, visibly happy, running towards her.

Jiang Muyan squatted down, preparing to play with it for a while, when she faintly heard Jiang Xiechuan's voice.

Her mood immediately became heavy. She sighed inwardly, stood up, and beckoned Jiang Xiaobai to continue walking forward.

The closer they got, the clearer Jiang Xiechuan's voice became; his suppressed voice came through intermittently.

"Third Brother, they never used to make a move before. I don't know why they attacked Grandpa and the others today."

"I feel like I'm too cowardly. I really want to fight them, but I'm afraid. I'm afraid that if I fight them, they'll transfer me again. I'm not afraid of being beaten or punished, I'm just afraid they'll transfer me."

"Every time they come, it's torture for me. I laugh at myself for being so cowardly. I'm just a coward!"

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Jiang Xiechuan became more and more agitated as he spoke; he had been suppressing these feelings for two years. He felt he was too cowardly, watching helplessly as his grandparents were humiliated, yet he dared not and could not protect them.

Jiang Xiechuan's voice was choked with sobs, his hands gripped the hem of his clothes tightly, his fingertips turned white, his back was taut but he could not hide the trembling all over his body.

He hung his head, the wisps of hair on his forehead obscuring the crimson in his eyes, and every word seemed to be squeezed out of his throat, laced with resentment and self-loathing.

Fu Moxuan stood aside, looking at the boy who was on the verge of collapse, his Adam's apple bobbing a few times.

He raised his hand and placed it on Jiang Xiechuan's shoulder.

"This isn't cowardice; you've done very well. Staying here allows you to better take care of Grandpa Meng and the others. If you impulsively rush in, you might be transferred or arrested, and then Grandpa Meng and the others would truly be isolated and helpless!"

Jiang Xiechuan didn't say anything more. In the past two years, he had never vented like this, and he hadn't even shed a tear.

I always put taking care of my maternal grandparents first. However, seeing them being humiliated by those wearing red armbands felt like a knife was cutting into my own body. I felt not only suffocated by the pain, but also blamed myself for not being able to protect them better.

Today, those red armband-wearing members actually started to take action—the first time in two years. If his third brother hadn't stopped him, he really would have rushed forward.

However, he was a little confused by today's situation. Although he was very glad that his grandparents had escaped this time, he didn't know if he would be so lucky next time.

Thinking of this, he looked at Fu Moxuan:

"Third Brother, what happened just now?"