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

"These guys have a really good nose." Song Shiyi squatted in front of the display cabinet in the basement. "We pulled open this stone slab today and let the smell out, which reassured them and made them sure there's something good inside."

Song Xianglan picked up a dusty celadon vase from the box and weighed it in her hand.

"I'm constantly being targeted; I have to guard against thieves during the day and at night. When will this ever end?"

"Shiyan, take this out. We need to wipe out these arrogant bastards in one fell swoop, which will be a perfect opportunity to give Mao Qiaozhen's man some credit."

After Mao Qiaozhen's husband was demobilized, he stayed in the Beijing Municipal Public Security Bureau system, where he was in charge of public security and criminal cases in this area.

This piece of fatty meat is for him.

It is reasonable and appropriate.

Song Xianglan carried the vase up the steps.

Song Shiyan turned and left the courtyard, then drove off and disappeared.

About half an hour later, the car rumbled to a stop at the gate of the courtyard.

He opened the trunk and carried a bunch of things out.

One afternoon and one all night.

Song Shiyan and Song Shiyi worked non-stop.

The entrance to the basement was completely sealed off with quick-drying cement and the original old bricks and stones, leaving not even a gap for the other party.

For two days in a row.

The courtyard was calm and peaceful.

Lei Li called to warn them to be careful, "Someone is watching us. The sweet potato vendor at the alley entrance and the guy squatting up ahead smoking a pipe have all changed to unfamiliar faces. I've called Lao Qi's men, and they're already lying in ambush."

It was midnight that day.

The wind rustled through the jujube trees in the yard.

Song Xianglan lay on the bed and dozed off in a daze.

My eyelids have just closed.

She saw Yang Dashan and Zhang Yujuan, who had been dead for more than ten years, dressed in brightly colored clothes, dancing wildly and swaying their waists in front of her.

"Ugly as hell, uglier than a toad in a ditch." Song Xianglan spat on the ground in her dream. "Haven't you been reincarnated as an animal after all these years of being dead? You're probably still rolling in a pot of oil."

Yang Dashan was furious at being scolded and reached out with his long fingernails to pinch her neck.

"You damned woman. You used to dominate me when you were alive."

Song Xianglan pulled out a willow branch as thick as an adult's wrist and lashed it across Yang Dashan's grotesque face.

"You were a piece of trash while alive, getting beaten to the ground by me. And now you dare to show that ugly face and swagger around even after you're dead? If you keep acting tough, I'll go back and get two buckets of manure and soak your grave."

She turned around and whipped the willow branch at Zhang Yujuan again.

"You old vixen, even in death you can't control your deadbeat lover. What are you doing causing trouble in my yard?"

They beat the two clueless ghosts so badly they scattered and crawled away.

The thick fog dissipated.

The eldest brother, Song, rode over from the other side on a tall, sleek horse.

The eldest brother was wearing a new and clean cloth garment.

He chuckled at Song Xianglan.

Song Xianglan's eyes welled up with tears. "Brother, you've been gone for less than half a year, and my sister-in-law passed away too. Why have I only seen you today, and not my sister-in-law?"

The elder brother raised his riding whip and pointed behind her.

"Third sister, keep your eyes open tonight. There's a dog hole at the base of the wall in the northwest corner of this yard; be careful something dirty gets in."

After saying that, the elder brother flicked his long riding whip and it disappeared.

"Big brother!"

Song Xianglan shouted and opened her eyes.

The room was pitch black.

She reached under her pillow for the flashlight and grabbed a jujube wood stick from the room with her right hand.

I didn't pull the light cord.

She tiptoed out the door and knocked on the windows of the east wing and the opposite door.

Less than a minute later, Song Shiyi and Song Shiyan came out.

Liu Chounu, Liu Dahua, and Liu Chunhua, the three old ladies, also came out.

The three old women were all in high spirits; one was carrying a hoe, one was holding a shovel, and the other was carrying a baseball bat.

"Don't make a sound."

Song Xianglan lowered her voice, "Shiyi, come with me to the northwest corner. Shiyan, you take Chunhua and the other two to guard the front gate. If anyone comes in, beat them to death."

Several people did not answer.

They parted ways and disappeared into the shadows of the corner.

Song Xianglan and Song Shiyi had just reached the pile of abandoned bricks in the northwest corner of the courtyard.

A rustling sound of bricks and soil falling could be heard.

By the faint moonlight overhead, a large gap had indeed been pried open beneath the previously sealed earthen wall.

A head wearing a black hood crawled through the opening.

Half of his shoulder was already squeezed into the yard.

Song Xianglan gripped the heavy jujube wood stick tightly with both hands, swung it in a wide arc, and delivered a heavy blow to the man's left shoulder, which was braced against the ground.

"Ugh..." A muffled scream of pain rolled out of the man's throat.

Song Shiyi leaped forward, pressing one knee against the man's lower back, and wrapping his arms around the man's neck.

That person suffered this fatal blow.

A black metal lump slipped out of his palm.

Hearing the commotion, the person responsible for making contact outside the hole in the wall hurriedly whispered inside, "Seventh Brother, what's going on?"

Song Xianglan kicked the black iron lump on the ground, sending it flying two meters away.

The person outside the hole in the wall realized something was wrong, reached in with both hands, grabbed Lao Qi's ankles, and pulled him back with all his might.

Song Shiyi took the opportunity to send it.

He grabbed the seventh brother, who had been kicked unconscious, and tore his coat backward.

As the people outside dragged Lao Qi away, Song Xianglan stepped forward and picked up the black iron lump from the ground.

The flashlight wasn't on, but the cold metal pipe and the trigger made her scalp tingle.

This is the real deal, a gun with a magazine.

"Up there, up there. There's movement on the wall." Song Shiyi lowered her voice and pointed straight ahead.

Two dark figures used the large tree outside the wall to climb over the courtyard wall.

Song Xianglan raised the gun she had just seized, aimed it at the dark figure trying to jump down, and pulled the trigger.

"Bang!"

The deafening gunshot instantly shattered the quiet old alley.

A bloodcurdling scream came from the top of the wall, and a figure lost their footing and tumbled down.

A chaotic commotion erupted outside, with sounds of people and horses falling over.

With the sound of the gunshot, more than a dozen blinding flashlight beams lit up outside the alley.

"Police! Everyone, cover your heads and get down!"

"Team Leader Qi. The other end of the alley is blocked."

The sound of chickens running and dogs barking came from the front door.

"Take this, you damn thief!"

"Break this bastard's leg! Da Hua, hold his head down!" Liu Chunhua shouted hoarsely from the other side of the courtyard wall.

With a flying kick, Song Shiyan slammed the two skinny men who had fallen into the courtyard onto the stone table, dislocating their arm joints in a few quick movements.

In just over ten minutes.

Everything has quieted down, both inside and outside the wall.

The courtyard gates were wide open, and Qi Jun and his men were escorting more than a dozen thieves.

Lei Li reached out and pulled off the mask from the face of the man who had been shot.

"Yan Xiaowu?" Lei Li exclaimed in disbelief.