It doesn't matter if your souls are scattered, as long as you die.

After a while, Master Huang chuckled a few times, "Little friend, aren't you coming in? Or are you too scared to come in?"

Yun Li wasn't the type to fall into a trap easily. She didn't respond, but instead raised a finger.

Master Huang frowned. What did she mean by that?

Before he could figure out what she meant, he heard a rumbling sound overhead. The moment he looked up, he was blinded by countless bolts of lightning.

Boom!

Boom!

Click!

Crack!

Countless bolts of lightning struck.

"Get out of the way!"

Huang Daozhang shouted and instantly appeared in the pavilion a dozen meters away to his left.

Because the thunder was so loud, the bodyguards didn't hear Master Huang's voice at all.

Everyone was instantly struck by lightning with pinpoint accuracy, fell to the ground, convulsed a few times, and then lost consciousness.

The lightning did not stop; it continued to strike indiscriminately throughout the manor.

As for the reason why lightning continued to fall, Yun Li naturally suspected that an array had been set up here.

She didn't know how to break the formation, so she could only use her overwhelming power to destroy everything she could destroy.

Master Huang hid in the pavilion, watching the incessant lightning strikes, his eyes filled with despair.

Who can contend with such power?

I agree with what my junior said: this money is really too hard to earn.

Although the Min family members were all asleep, they were not sleeping soundly. When the first clatter of thunder sounded, they all woke up.

The servants also knew what had happened to the Min family and hadn't been sleeping well. So when the lightning struck, they all woke up.

At this moment, in every house in the Min residence where people live, there is a terrified head hiding behind the window.

This lightning is really unusual.

Because the residential area and the front yard were too far apart, the Min family members and servants did not yet know which murderer had placed the bomb.

If they knew, they'd probably be terrified.

The old master of the Min family stood at the window, leaning on his cane, looking at the mess in the courtyard. He knew that this was definitely not an ordinary lightning strike.

But it was just speculation that the demon had come and the two Taoist priests were performing a ritual.

Hopefully, when the lightning stops, the demon will be destroyed.

The bodyguards who came to the kitchen did not find the black-bearded Taoist priest. After searching around, they finally found him sleeping in a corner of the dining room where the servants and bodyguards ate.

The bodyguard's first thought was, "Isn't he cold?"

He stepped forward and gently shook him, "Master Liu, Master Huang invites you to come over."

The black-bearded Taoist priest, who was sleeping soundly, was woken up by someone. His face was full of dissatisfaction, and he glared fiercely at the bodyguard.

"It's not even dawn yet, why are you so annoying, young man, disturbing people's sleep?"

Bodyguard: "...Um, Master Huang asked me to call you."

Hearing that it was his senior brother who sent someone to call him, he mumbled a few words and reluctantly tried to stand up while holding onto the table leg.

Suddenly, a deafening clap of thunder rang out, startling him so much that he slumped back into his seat.

The bodyguard was also quite frightened, clinging to the wall in a panic.

When the two looked out the window and saw the sky as bright as day, they knew something big had happened.

Master Liu's expression changed. He suppressed his dissatisfaction and drowsiness from not sleeping well, got up, and rushed to the front yard.

The bodyguard watched him run away, thought for a moment, and followed him.

Master Liu, who had just run out, was almost struck by lightning. He quickly dodged into the corridor, thus avoiding being struck.

The bodyguards following behind weren't so lucky; the moment they stepped out of the kitchen door, they were struck by lightning and knocked unconscious.

Master Huang walked briskly down the corridor, recalling the layout of the manor in his mind as he went.

It was finally confirmed that it was impossible to walk to the front yard without being struck by lightning.

So he went to the kitchen and saw the bodyguard who had been knocked unconscious by lightning. He checked his breathing and found he was still alive, so he dragged him into the hallway.

Return to the kitchen and find the gardener's quarters through the long corridor on the other side of the kitchen.

There was no need to knock; the gardener was already awake, leaving the door a crack as he watched in horror as lightning continued to strike from outside.

When he saw Master Liu coming over, he pulled open the door with a look of surprise and joy, as if he had seen a savior.

"Master Liu, did you and Master Huang create this lightning?"

"No." Master Liu stopped at the door. "I need some metal to make a lightning rod. Do you have any here?"

The gardener paused for a moment, then nodded. "I have some, but I don't know if any of them are what you're looking for."

He turned and went back into the house, pressed the light switch, but it didn't light up. The circuit must have been damaged by lightning.

Thunder and lightning kept striking outside, but the house was bright enough that the gardener didn't worry about the lights not working. He walked to the bedside and pulled a wooden box out from under the bed.

"Master Liu, they're all in here."

……

The thunder was so loud and frequent that the owners of other estates in Bijinshan also woke up.

You don't even need to stand on a high place to look. No matter where you are, just look up at the sky and you'll see it covered in lightning, as bright as day.

Lightning usually flashes and disappears in a flash, and doesn't keep illuminating the sky.

But the current situation is that the sky has been bright all the time, and it has never been dark for a single moment.

This rare situation is both intriguing and frightening.

The manor located southwest of the Min family was brightly lit.

The homeowner, Zhao Yingshi, who was in his fifties, stood in front of the window, gazing thoughtfully at the distant sky.

"Honey, that's the Min family over there, right? They were struck by so much lightning. They must have done something heinous and are getting their comeuppance."

Zhao Yingshi's wife, Wu Dahua, walked to his side and looked at the bright sky with a gloating expression.

Zhao Yingshi turned his head and gave his wife a cold look, without saying anything.

Gazing at the distant sky, he felt uneasy.

retribution?

How could there possibly be retribution in this world?

If so, why is the Zhao family still able to possess such wealth and status?

"Stop looking, go to sleep!" Zhao Yingshi rudely pulled the curtains shut.

Wu Dahua wanted to watch more, but seeing her husband's expression, she dared not disobey and could only reluctantly walk to the bed and lie down.

The lights went out, but Zhao Yingshi's eyes remained open in the darkness, and one hand unconsciously touched his chest.

My heart is beating so fast!

Unable to continue watching the excitement, Wu Dahua couldn't sleep either, tossing and turning in bed.

Zhao Yingshi took a deep breath and snapped, "Are you a maggot?"

Wu Dahua paused, enduring the pain and daring not to move again.

Seeing that she had calmed down, Zhao Yingshi closed his eyes and went to sleep.

But less than three minutes later, he opened his eyes again, glanced at the window, and the unusual brightness made him feel very irritated.

"Honey, are you having trouble sleeping too?" Wu Dahua asked cautiously.

Zhao Yingshi did not respond to her.

After a long time, the light from the window disappeared, and the thunder stopped, which made him feel a little more at ease.

For some reason, he said, "Go and give Guiyue some money tomorrow."