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"Sizzle—"

The eerie blue lightning resembled a swarm of startled bees.

Following the mud-covered fingertips of the stick, it instantly darted across his forearm and struck his chest.

"Well……!"

The cry for help was abruptly stuck in his throat, turning into a strange, distorted sound.

Just as Bang Geng was about to fall backward, it was as if it was being held back by a huge magnet.

Instead of falling, he suddenly lunged forward.

Two palms slammed firmly onto the wooden window frame with two loud "thuds".

Next are the feet.

Because of his movement when he stepped out of the window, one foot was inside and the other foot was outside.

At this moment, his legs also spread apart uncontrollably, his thighs pressed tightly against the blue bricks at the bottom of the windowsill.

He was like a gecko that had been slapped to death on a wall, clinging firmly to the back window of the east wing.

In the room.

Zhang Huaimin leaned against the warm kang (heated brick bed), holding a half-cup of milk in his hands.

The milk at the bottom of the glass rippled slightly with the movement outside.

"This 'god-level high-voltage electrostatic protection shield' is really quite useful."

A mischievous smile curled at the corner of his lips as he slowly took a sip.

He spent 300 Shock Points to get this thing in the shop.

It won't damage bones or internal organs, and won't even burn a single piece of skin.

The main features are a "human magnet" plus "powerful muscle vibration".

in other words.

The person who is attracted to the static electricity cannot move a finger until the static electricity dissipates; they can only stand there and convulse wildly from the shock.

It was a perfect combination of physical torture and psychological humiliation.

Outside the window, the smell of ozone grew stronger, mixed with a faint burnt smell.

"Sizzle... sizzle..."

Blue arcs of electricity danced wildly across the tattered cotton-padded jacket that Banggeng was wearing.

Banggeng's face was twisted into a pretzel.

Both eyes rolled upwards uncontrollably, leaving almost only the whites of their eyes visible.

"Cluck, cluck, cluck..."

His teeth were chattering wildly due to muscle spasms, making a grinding sound that made your teeth ache.

The most fascinating thing is his body.

The high-frequency static vibration made his limbs feel like they were equipped with motors.

His hands and feet were stuck to the window and he couldn't move.

But his waist, his buttocks, and his head were shaking wildly in mid-air.

It's like a leaky rattle, or like someone dancing an extremely wild breakdance.

Even his sparse few strands of yellow hair were affected by static electricity.

Each stem stands upright, looking just like a black sea urchin on its head.

"It's so cold..."

Banggeng howled in despair in his heart.

He didn't even have the strength to cry anymore; his mind was completely blank from the electric shock.

Only that pervasive, tingling sensation, like countless ants gnawing at the cracks in your bones.

Time passed by, second by second.

The heavy snow fell all night, but it has finally stopped now.

On the morning of the first day of the Lunar New Year, the sky was overcast and had a chilly feel to it.

The rooster in the courtyard crowed twice.

The hinges of every household's doors began to creak.

The first day of the Lunar New Year is a very important day.

According to the old custom, everyone has to get up very early, wear their best clothes, and go to the courtyard to exchange New Year's greetings and wish each other good luck.

Yan Bugui wore a blue overcoat without any patches today.

The gold-rimmed glasses on his nose were also polished to a shine.

He held a handful of melon seeds in his hand, and as soon as he stepped out of his own doorstep, he was about to greet his neighbor across the hall with a "Happy New Year."

"Oh my god!"

Yan Bugui paused, and the melon seeds in his hand scattered all over the ground with a "crash".

He rubbed his eyes, thinking he hadn't woken up properly that morning and his eyesight was failing.

"My dear wife! My dear wife, come out and see!"

Yan Bugui's voice trembled as he pointed to the back alley near the east wing, "What...what's that thing flapping around on the wall?"

The three women were wiping their faces with hot towels when they heard their husbands making noise, so they quickly wrapped themselves in their coats and ran out.

I glanced in the direction Yan Bugui was pointing.

The three women gasped, and the hot towel in their hands fell directly into the snowdrift.

"My goodness! Isn't that the Jia family's 'stick'?!"

That shout immediately drew out the neighbors from the front and middle yards.

Liu Haizhong was pregnant, Sha Zhu was wearing a coat, and even Xu Damao hunched over and crowded around.

Everyone peered into the alleyway.

They were all dumbfounded.

All I could see was that half-open window.

The stem looked like a giant black toad, its limbs spread wide and stuck to the surface.

Its whole body glowed with a faint blue light.

The body was still shaking wildly at an extremely high frequency.

"What...what are they doing? Practicing qigong on the first day of the Lunar New Year?"

Sha Zhu scratched his messy hair, stared with his bull-like eyes, and looked completely incredulous.

"What a load of rubbish about practicing qigong!"

Xu Damao laughed gleefully, revealing his two front teeth.

"Look at his posture, half of his body is inside the window."

"This kid is probably planning to sneak into Huaimin's house and steal something on New Year's Eve!"

Upon hearing this, the neighbors immediately understood.

Then look at Bang Geng's pitiful yet comical appearance, and the somewhat restrained atmosphere due to the Lunar New Year will instantly be ignited.

"Hahaha! Ouch, my stomach!"

"That Jia family bastard, he's a leopard can't change its spots. He went to steal during the New Year, and ended up hanging himself on the wall!"

"Look at his hair, every strand stands on end, like a hedgehog!"

"And that ass, it shakes faster than that broken blower in our factory canteen!"

A deafening burst of laughter erupted from the crowd.

The older women were doubled over with laughter, clutching their stomachs, while several young men were slapping their thighs in ecstasy.

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, no one expected to be able to watch such a free show.

Although Banggeng was too shocked to speak.

But he wasn't deaf yet.

The ridicule, insults, and sarcasm flooded his ears like a tidal wave.

His face, blackened by the electric shock, twitched violently, and two lines of humiliating tears even streamed from the corners of his eyes.

But he didn't even have the strength to close his eyes.

He could only open his two rolled-back eyes and was forced to accept the public execution by the entire hospital.

"Make way! Everyone, make way for me!"

Suddenly, a pig-like scream came from behind the crowd.

Wearing only a tattered pair of cotton trousers and without even putting on her shoes, Jia Zhangshi squeezed into the crowd with her hair disheveled.

Qin Huairu followed closely behind, her face deathly pale, her legs so weak she almost knelt down.

They were waiting inside for Banggeng to come back with the money.

After waiting and waiting without seeing anyone, I heard laughter outside and realized something was wrong, so I hurriedly ran out.

"My dear grandson! My goodness!"

Jia Zhangshi immediately spotted the sticky stem hanging on the window.

Her vision went black, and she almost fainted.

"Good heavens! Is there no law anymore?!"

Like a sow protecting her piglets, Jia Zhangshi lunged forward, squealing loudly.

"Zhang Huaimin, you little wretched man! What kind of sorcery did you use to harm my grandson!"

She ran to the window and reached out to grab the leg of the stick.

"Auntie, don't touch him!"

In the crowd, Sha Zhu, unusually kind, called out.

But it was too late.

Jia Zhangshi's chubby hands, covered in mud, were already gripping Banggeng's ankles tightly.

"Sizzle!"

The eerie blue lightning instantly found a new outlet.

Following the foot of the stick, it suddenly darted up to Jia Zhangshi's arm.

"Ugh—!"

Jia Zhangshi let out a strange cry that was even more miserable than the stick.

Her obese body, weighing over 150 pounds, suddenly stiffened.

Then, to the astonishment of everyone in the hospital...

Jia Zhangshi and Banggeng were linked together.

The two of them, like conjoined twins, began to tremble in perfect sync and with extreme frenzy right under the window.

"Giggle giggle..."

Jia Zhangshi's dentures collided wildly in her mouth, and the fat on her face rippled with the high-frequency static electricity.

The scene was so beautiful that it was almost unbearable to look at.

Holy crap!

Xu Damao was so frightened that he took two steps back, pointed at the grandfather and grandson, and laughed so hard he almost fell over.

"Great, now I have company."

"The two of them, one big and one small, are here performing a shamanic dance to wish us a Happy New Year!"

The neighbors burst into laughter, some even laughing until tears streamed down their faces.

"Oh no, my stomach hurts so much!"

"The programs on New Year's Eve are much more entertaining than the crosstalk on the radio!"

"The Jia family has really made a name for themselves this time!"

Qin Huairu stood on the periphery of the crowd.

Watching the mother-in-law and son being stared at and mocked like monkeys.

She felt a sudden dizziness, and her vision went black.

Humiliation, despair, and deep fear overwhelmed her in an instant.

"Stop laughing...please stop laughing..."

She collapsed helplessly in the snow, crying out in despair, but no one paid any attention to her.

Just then.

A soft creaking sound.

The solid wood door of the east wing was slowly pushed open from the inside.

Zhang Huaimin was wearing a clean blue cotton-padded jacket and holding a steaming hot roasted sweet potato in his hands.

He stepped over the high threshold and walked to the front of the crowd.

Looking at the grandfather and grandson convulsing on the windowsill.

Zhang Huaimin took a bite of sweet potato, the sound crisp and clear, revealing a naive and innocent curiosity.

"Aunt Qin, why are my aunt and brother dancing on my window during the Chinese New Year?"

"Is this your family's new custom for New Year's greetings?"