Old Mrs. Song is reborn; get out of here, you scumbag husband and illegitimate child!

Song Xianglan looked at He Xiuxiu's appearance.

Not knowing how to comfort her, I just said dryly, "Get some rest. Your health is your most important asset. You need to pull yourself together."

He Xiuxiu shook her head, her eye sockets like two black holes. "Auntie, I won't get better. Every time I close my eyes, I see my daughter's pleading eyes. She's so young."

How helpless she must have felt. She was probably calling for her mother in her heart, but I was doing laundry and didn't even notice.

As they were talking.

He Xiuxiu's mother rushed in and grabbed He Xiuxiu's wrist.

"Come on, let's go home with Mom."

The old woman's fleshy face was trembling. "I found the most famous fortune teller in the next village, Zhang. I'll take you there tonight to ask her."

I simply don't believe a perfectly healthy child could be smothered to death by a cat pulling on a corner of the blanket; there must be something fishy going on here.

"We need to find out if that girl has some unresolved issues. I'm also worried my daughter won't be able to handle it."

Like a puppet on a string, He Xiuxiu was dragged out by her mother, stumbling and falling.

Seeing this, Song Xianglan turned around and went home.

There are countless things to consider when decorating a store.

She was considering whether to take advantage of the downtime during the renovation to go back to her hometown of Qingyang.

As soon as they entered the house, Shen's mother locked the door from the inside and mysteriously pulled Song Xianglan into the inner room.

"What's wrong?"

Shen's mother lowered her voice and pointed in the direction of the Li family next door, "I went to take out the trash just now and saw that old woman from the Li family feeding the tabby cat."

Song Xianglan frowned: "What's wrong with feeding the cat?"

"Feeding cats is nothing."

Mrs. Shen swallowed hard, her face turning pale. "But she was feeding the cat small fish while stroking its head and muttering something. I heard it clearly; she said it was all thanks to you going in."

Song Xianglan instinctively covered her mouth: "Did she mean what I thought?"

"What else could it mean!" Mother Shen's eyes were filled with terror. "I reckon this matter with the Li family isn't over. That wasn't an accident; it was clearly..."

Song Xianglan's face darkened completely.

Although I knew the Li family favored sons over daughters, I never imagined they could be this utterly depraved.

That was a living, breathing human life.

Shen's mother curled her lip, her eyes full of disdain, "Actually, that old man Li is the most insidious. He usually acts like a leader with his hands behind his back, spouting all sorts of benevolence and morality, talking about reputation, heritage, and being a good match."

Would Old Lady Li have dared to take action this time without his approval or hint?

I think he was the one who started it all, and the old woman was just a tool in his hand.

Song Xianglan gave a cold laugh, her eyes icy.

"This family really doesn't value human life. If that's true, I'd rather He Xiuxiu kill them."

Around seven or eight o'clock in the evening.

The building was in an uproar.

A police car with its red and blue lights flashing was parked downstairs.

Accompanied by her parents, He Xiuxiu called the police and led them straight to the Li family's house.

The stairwell was packed with onlookers.

Song Xianglan watched as the police went in and out, asking questions and investigating the scene.

More than half an hour passed.

The lead police officer came out, shook his head, and said to He Xiuxiu, "It was indeed an accident. There were no signs of homicide at the scene. The cat paw prints match the marks your mother-in-law left on the blanket, which is consistent with the characteristics of accidental asphyxiation."

"impossible."

He Xiuxiu screamed, "The sorceress said that my mother-in-law deliberately covered the child's face with the blanket. My daughter was murdered."

Mrs. He chimed in from the side, shouting at the top of her lungs:

"Officer, that fortune teller Zhang is incredibly accurate. She said the child harbored a lot of resentment and was killed by her own grandmother. You can't just leave like this; this is a matter of life and death."

Upon hearing this, several elderly neighbors nodded in agreement.

The family was still skeptical about these things, especially such strange occurrences.

The building houses many young people from government agencies.

He frowned upon hearing this.

"This is ridiculous. The sorceress's practices are feudal superstition, how dare they use them with the police? It's only because the policies are more lenient now; if they had dared to say such things a few years ago, they would have been arrested long ago."

"They start doing these things now that life's better. Even though Aunt Li has a bad temper, she wouldn't kill her granddaughter, would she?"

Upon hearing this, Li's mother immediately sat down on the ground, slapped her thighs, and burst into tears.

"I'm innocent! I've been completely devoted to that girl, and I've worked myself to the bone for this family. In the end, I have to take the blame for this."

Seeing the onlookers pointing and whispering, Mr. Li felt ashamed.

He slapped Li Guobin across the face.

"What nonsense is your wife talking about?"

Li's father pointed at his son's nose and cursed, spitting everywhere, "The police all said it was an accident, and she still tried to pin the blame on your mother."

Is this the good wife you married? She's only satisfied when she's turned the whole family into a living hell. What exactly is she trying to do?

Li Guobin's face turned purple, and he immediately vented his anger on He Xiuxiu.

He raised his hand and slapped her across the face: "What kind of idiot are you? Haven't you embarrassed yourself enough?"

He Xiuxiu's mouth was bleeding from the beating.

When Mr. He saw this, his eyes turned red.

He rammed his head into Li Guobin, yelling, "I'll kill you, you little bastard!"

Li Guobin was young and strong, and he didn't take his father-in-law seriously at all.

With a casual shove, Mr. He fell flat on his backside and lay on the ground for a long time before getting up.

The area is closed.

"Li Guobin! You beast who profits from human suffering!" He Xiuxiu lunged at Li Guobin like a madwoman, punching and kicking him. "Your whole family deserves to die a horrible death. You killed my daughter, you should all go down and apologize!"

With a scream, He's mother rushed forward, grabbed Li's mother's permed hair with both hands, and pulled it down forcefully.

"Ouch, you shrew!" Li's mother screamed in pain.

It scratched several bloody marks on Mother He's face with its claws.

"I'll fight you to the death."

"I won't let go, you murderer!" Mother He cursed as she rammed her head against Mother Li's.

The two old ladies were wrestling, pulling each other's hair and spitting on each other, neither willing to give in.

Mr. Li was so angry that he trembled all over and stomped his feet, shouting:

"This is a disgrace to the family. It's utterly shameful."

The neighbors rushed over to try and break up the fight.

With quick reflexes, Song Xianglan subtly extended one foot and hooked a young man who was trying to take sides in the fight.

"Ouch!" The young man stumbled.

Song Xianglan said calmly, "Don't rush. Don't make a move before the time is right, or you might accidentally hurt someone."

The fight over there was fierce and evenly matched.

One got his hair pulled, the other got punched by a tortoise.

He's father got up, ignoring the fact that his nose was still bleeding, and helped He Xiuxiu hit Li Guobin.

Li Guobin retaliated with a punch, hitting He's father squarely on the nose.

With a "crack," that was the sound of a broken nose.

He Xiuxiu looked at her father's face covered in blood, her vision went black for a moment, and a fierce determination rose in her heart.

She stopped scratching her face, glanced down, and took advantage of the moment when Li Guobin threw a punch to deliver a vicious kick like a monkey stealing a peach.

"Go to hell."

The kick landed squarely on Li Guobin's crotch.

"Awooo—!"

Li Guobin's screams instantly turned into a distorted expression, and his face turned a deep purplish-red.

He knelt on the ground, sobbing uncontrollably, too exhausted even to curse.

"He Xiuxiu, you've gone mad!" someone shouted from the crowd. "Your father-in-law is a retired senior leader with connections in higher positions. Don't go too far."

The speaker was a minor section chief who lived upstairs and was always eager to flatter Li's father.

"Exactly, a bunch of peasants, just relying on their brute strength to boss people around, without even knowing where they are."

Song Xianglan gave the two of them a cold look. "Is the leader above just being idle and his father is being a jerk? Does he want to use his mouth to fool the Li family's eight generations of poor peasant in-laws into hiding in the cracks of the wall?"

"A leader who rules over everything, has the right to interfere in disciplining his inhuman son-in-law?"

The junior section chief was speechless after being rebuked and shrank back into the crowd, not daring to utter a sound.

Li's mother was still wailing:

"Your family is so insidious. You didn't take good care of your child, causing my granddaughter's death, and now you want me to take the blame. Aren't you afraid of retribution?"

Mother He straddled Mother Li, slapping her while cursing:

"You shameless big-faced person, only you know what retribution will come. How dare you open that stinking mouth while eating sunflower seeds with your ass? If anything happens to my granddaughter, I'll twist my head off and let you kick it like a ball."

Mr. He covered his nose and pointed at Mr. Li, cursing:

"Stop acting all high and mighty. If you're a cuckold, then wear a green hat and don't try to pin the blame on us. Whoever did the despicable thing will suffer the consequences. Even if it costs us our lives, we will get justice for the child."

Li's mother: I can't out-argue these two old bastards, how can their mouths be so venomous.

Li's father stood to the side, his face ashen.

Looking at the mess on the ground, he knew that no matter what the truth was, the Li family's reputation had been completely ruined.

He refused to get involved with these "peasants".

The only option is to hide yourself and pretend to be a victim.

Finally, the security personnel arrived.

Five or six burly men pulled the people who were wrestling apart.

Old Liu, the head of the security department, said with a dark face, "Uncle He, Aunt He, this is a government compound, not a place for you to cause trouble. If you keep making a scene, we'll send you to the police station."

After a round of criticism and education, the focus was on He Xiuxiu's superstitious beliefs.

He Xiuxiu had her head down, her hair was a mess like a bird's nest, and there was a handprint on her face.

She verbally agreed, saying "I won't make a fuss anymore," but her eyes were lifeless.

The elderly couple from the He family were "invited" out of the compound.

The Li family members slunk into the house and closed the door.

The corridor returned to silence, with only the mess on the floor as proof of what had just happened.

He Xiuxiu neither went inside nor left.

She was slapped several times on the face by Li Guobin, and her face was swollen. But she couldn't feel any pain.

She sat down against the wall, hugged her knees, and stared blankly at the opposite wall.

Song Xianglan served a large bowl of white rice in the room, topped with braised pork and stir-fried vegetables, and also served a large bowl of ginseng and pork rib soup.

She carried the bowl to the corridor and placed it in front of He Xiuxiu.

"Eat something." Song Xianglan didn't say anything comforting.

He Xiuxiu looked up at the steaming food, and tears streamed down her face.

She picked up the bowl and stuffed large mouthfuls into her mouth.

He swallowed the rice mixed with tears and the taste of blood from the corner of his mouth.

She ate very quickly, as if she wanted to chew up all her enemies and swallow them.

"Slow down, don't choke." Song Xianglan sighed.

He Xiuxiu swallowed a mouthful of rice with force, choked so badly that her eyes rolled back, and she had to drink a big mouthful of pork rib soup to recover.

"Auntie, don't try to persuade me." He Xiuxiu wiped the grease from her mouth, her voice hoarse. "I'm already in this state. I won't be at peace until I avenge my daughter."

Song Xianglan squatted down and looked at her.

Are you sure your daughter was murdered?

He Xiuxiu paused with her chopsticks, her eyes becoming somewhat unfocused. "Before I met the sorceress, I kept having dreams."

I dreamt that my baby was crying, saying he was cold and couldn't breathe.

She said that life in that world is not easy, and everyone is scrambling to be reincarnated to accumulate merit.

She finally got into the queue, but she was killed in less than twenty days, and now she has to go back to the queue...

Speaking of which...

He Xiuxiu choked up and couldn't speak, large tears falling into the bowl.

"She cried so pitifully in her dream, so pitifully. She said that if she didn't accumulate merit, she wouldn't even be able to be reborn as a human in her next life."

Song Xianglan felt a lump in her throat and a tightness in her chest as she listened.

"Auntie, do you believe in ghosts?"

The light bulb in the hallway flickered.

The dim light shone on Song Xianglan's face, flickering on and off.

Is there a ghost?

Song Xianglan touched her wrist; she could feel a pulse beating within it.

Memories of my past life flooded back like a tide: the pain and despair before my death, and the joy of being reborn in this life.

She herself was a wandering ghost who returned with her memories intact.

She looked into He Xiuxiu's eyes, which were filled with both hope and despair, and nodded, her voice resolute.

I believe you.