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

Twenty minutes later.

A passenger tricycle stopped near Li's Antique Shop on Chengnan Antique Street.

Song Xianglan jumped out of the car, took a deep breath, and started yelling at the top of her lungs:

"My dearest, my darling. Mom's here! Mom's here with money! Mom's here with all her love for you!"

This sudden shout shattered the tranquility of the entire street.

The owners of several shops along the roadside peeked out to watch the spectacle.

With her basket slung over her shoulder, Song Xianglan dashed into a shop on her right, shouting and yelling.

"My dearest."

Several customers wearing reading glasses were examining the jade pieces when she startled them, making them shudder.

Song Xianglan looked around but didn't see anyone.

"I went the wrong way." She turned around and rushed outside.

Next to it hangs a black sign with gold lettering—Li's Antique Shop.

Song Xianglan stepped over the threshold.

The atmosphere in the store was unusually somber.

Four or five burly men sat on either side, arms crossed.

Inside, Old Man Li lay on the armchair with his eyes closed.

Chen Zui huddled in a chair in the corner, his hair disheveled, looking exactly like a defeated little quail.

Upon seeing Song Xianglan appear, Chen Zui's eyes instantly turned red.

He cried out, his voice trembling with sobs:

"Mom! Come pay the money quickly, they hit me so hard!"

Chen Zui fought so fiercely for the family fortune back then, even being chased at gunpoint, but he was never hit. The feeling of being beaten is truly unpleasant.

Song Xianglan rushed over.

Just as Chen Zui was about to stand up to greet her, Song Xianglan raised her hand and swung her arm around him.

"Smack."

A crisp, loud slap landed squarely on Chen Zui's face.

Chen Zui was so badly hit that he slumped back into his chair, seeing stars.

Everyone in the store was completely dumbfounded.

The movement of four or five burly men preparing to get up was abruptly halted in mid-air.

"When I gave birth to you, did I abandon you and raise the placenta instead?" Song Xianglan put one hand on her hip and pointed at Chen Zui's nose with the other, spitting as she spoke. "Is that a chamber pot on your neck?"

Your brains are as thin as your hair; you're prone to making stupid decisions on the fly, coming here to be someone's ATM. You're fucking stupid to think you can fool these guys with their lumps on their necks.

Chen Zui was completely dumbfounded.

Old Man Li: ...

This shrew walked in and started cursing everyone.

He stopped what he was doing, opened his eyes, and stood up.

"Alright. Go home and discipline your son later." Old Li took two steps closer, his tone unfriendly. "Give me my money back right now."

Song Xianglan turned her head away.

Before Old Man Li could react, Song Xianglan pounced on him.

"Oh dear!" Old Man Li exclaimed.

Song Xianglan grabbed Old Man Li's clothes and started scratching and hitting his face, her fingernails instantly leaving two bloody marks on his cheekbone.

"Hey, don't block my way. Get out of my way, don't block my way from disciplining my son." Song Xianglan grabbed him and shoved him into her body.

Old Li was in so much pain that he kept backing away.

"Pull her away! Quickly pull this crazy woman away!"

Two burly men nearby quickly rushed over and grabbed Song Xianglan's arms.

Song Xianglan turned around and pulled Old Man Li into the counter, using Old Man Li to block the burly man.

She slashed at his old face with her Nine Yin White Bone Claw, saying, "You must have just come from the underworld to the mortal realm. You reek of coffins. You go crazy over a little sunlight, you old scum who's never seen anything good before. What could your shabby shop possibly have worth two hundred thousand?"

"Drag her out." Old Man Li wanted to fight back, but Song Xianglan unleashed a flurry of bewildering, wild punches from both sides, leaving him nearly dead.

Those burly men were about to jump into the counter.

"I have a mental illness certificate. You'd better not provoke me. Mentally ill people can kill and commit arson without breaking the law. Anyway, I'm an old woman who has lived most of my life. If I kill any of you young men, I'll take them back and have a ghost marriage with them. I'll even let any of you be my ghost husband after you die."

Several burly men: ... We politely decline.

They were only in their twenties, and they didn't want to be defiled by an old woman after they died.

Song Xianglan's spittle sprayed onto Old Man Li's face like a torrential downpour.

He continued to hurl insults:

"Someone as foul-mouthed as you, I'd tear your mouth open and use it as an asshole. The wrinkles on your face are deeper than your butt crack, your teeth are yellow and you have bad breath, and your armpits are rusty."

"You clearly have cerebellar atrophy, your brain has stopped developing, you're hemiplegic, and completely paralyzed. Someone will feed you, someone will push you to walk. After you die, you'll be accompanied by feces."

The shop was completely silent.

Four or five burly men looked at each other, completely stunned by the torrent of profanity.

No one had ever seen such a rich woman who went crazy as soon as she walked in without paying a cent, yet she didn't cry or make a fuss and just talked to Old Man Li, who was both learned and skilled in martial arts.

Chen Zui... Godmother's fighting power is like a dimensional reduction attack.

Song Xianglan spat a mouthful of phlegm onto Old Man Li's face.

"That old bastard who grabs food with his left hand while digging in manure, he's trying to swindle money from me!"

After hitting him, she pushed Old Man Li to the ground.

He glanced around the store and sneered:

"Your shop is really shabby."

Old Li wiped the phlegm and saliva off his face with his sleeve; it was the first time he had ever encountered such a shrew.

Is God blind?

How can we let such a lowly old shrew make money?

This is outrageous!

"I've converted all my money into treasures. You definitely don't have 200,000 yuan in cash now." Song Xianglan patted the old bamboo basket slung over her arm, raising an eyebrow. "If it weren't for these two priceless items, would I have sold all those stocks that were hitting the daily limit every day?"

Old Man Li's anger had reached its limit.

Chen Zui's teary expression vanished instantly, and he blurted out, "Mom, what rare, limited-edition item did you find this time?"

Song Xianglan patted the edge of the basket mysteriously.

"I ran into an old man this morning. He used to be the foreman of the porters who loaded the principal's gang onto the ships. The ships were heading to the other side and were loaded with gold and silver treasures. During the chaos of war, he and his gang each took a few valuable items and hid them until now."

"He said he wouldn't have put them out to sell now if it weren't for his grandson going abroad. These two items alone cost me more than a small bucket."

Seeing the puzzled looks on everyone's faces.

Chen Zui said, "We are overseas Chinese. In our hometown, a 'bucket' refers to one million."

Old Man Li wanted to know what it was.

"You have to pay for the things your son broke. What exactly is in this basket?" He had heard that the group that transported the treasures south back then had embezzled a lot of national treasures. If that was true... then he would never let this mother and son leave today.

Chen Zui swallowed hard and asked urgently:

"What exactly is it?"

Old Li's face was burning from the scratching Song Xianglan had given him, and his ears were ringing from the barrage of insults.

He shook his thin head violently, a glint of greed flashing in his triangular eyes.

His gaze fell on the unremarkable old bamboo basket.

But he quickly realized that he was in the right, so how could he let a crazy woman lead him astray?

"Stop pretending to be crazy and spouting nonsense." Old Li covered his face and retreated to the chair. "If you don't pay, none of you are leaving today. I'm going to have to get a tetanus shot after being caught by a crazy woman like you."

Song Xianglan gave a cold laugh.

"He doesn't even take a piss and look at himself. He looks like he's being fed to wild beasts. He looks like a turtle, with a head full of dung."

Still thinking you're so great? Your old, wrinkled face reeks of death. You're useless at everything, can't even make money. Opening a shop is a blatant act of robbery and fraud—utterly despicable and disgraceful.

She reached into her pocket and pulled out a small notebook with a green cover.

He opened the notebook, quickly waved it in front of Old Man Li, and then swiftly put it back in his pocket.

"Did you see that? A mental illness disability certificate." Song Xianglan put her hands on her hips. "With this certificate on my old bones, I'm going to kill someone here today and take them back to be my ghost master, and kill another one to be my ghost mistress."

Several burly men got goosebumps all over their bodies.

Before Old Man Li could react, Song Xianglan glared fiercely at the four bald men beside her.

"Tell me. Which bastard did this? Beating my son like this. Don't think I'll go easy on you just because you're young. Even if you competed for the job, it doesn't make up for lying to my son."

"No, we can't lie to your son."

"We are all good citizens."

"You've all had your heads in the water and raised fish, eaten toads and swallowed donkeys whole. A few words of praise and you're inflated like a pig, mistaking your pigsty for the Southern Heavenly Gate. When you die, I won't let you be my underworld officials, I'll sell you to idiots to be their underworld officials."

The burly man: ...So they have to die today.

Chen straightened his back, pointed to the burly man with a fierce face on his left, and then pointed to the tall man by the door.

"Mom, that fat guy slapped me across the face, and that tall guy kicked me in the stomach. All three of them hit me."

"This is outrageous!" Song Xianglan shouted.

Old Li was furious. He was being yelled at by an old woman on his own turf. How was he going to ever show his face in the south of the city again?

"Get this crazy woman under control."

The tall man couldn't contain himself any longer. He clenched his fist, which was as big as a sandbag, and rushed forward in a few steps.

He hit Song Xianglan on the head.

A fierce glint flashed in Song Xianglan's eyes.

She lifted the hem of her plaid shirt and pulled out a boning knife from her belt with her right hand.

The blade gleamed with a cold light.

Without the slightest hesitation, she thrust her sword straight at the man.

The man's pupils constricted sharply; he had never expected an old woman to possess such a sharp butcher's knife and to be so ruthless.

He instinctively turned his body to the side.

A muffled "thud" was heard.

The boning knife avoided the heart and plunged deep into his left arm.

"Ah..." The man let out a bloodcurdling scream, clutching his shoulder and staggering backward, blood instantly gushing out between his fingers.

With a flick of her wrist, Song Xianglan deftly drew the knife.

He took a big step forward and slashed another man who was rushing towards him.

Knowing she couldn't defeat several people in a direct confrontation, she quickly turned and pressed the blood-stained tip of her knife against Old Man Li's withered neck, striking his carotid artery.