Courtyard House: The Frog Boy Brings Back a Genetic Potion at the Start

This punch was simple and unadorned, without any fancy moves, but the force it contained made Hao Jianguo instantly realize its weight.

The force of the punch pierced the air, accompanied by a heavy, muffled thud.

Hao Jianguo could clearly feel the approaching force, and even the air seemed to tremble.

A collective gasp arose from the crowd, and many people involuntarily stepped back, fearing they might be caught in the crossfire.

The younger generation stared wide-eyed, their faces filled with disbelief—they had originally thought that this ruthless character, who could kick Sha Zhu over with one kick, should have no problem dealing with an old Taoist priest.

But when that Taoist priest actually made his move, all the contempt vanished instantly.

The older generation exchanged glances, revealing an expression of "I knew it."

look.

They had long realized that this Taoist priest was no ordinary person.

At this moment, everyone's eyes were focused on Hao Jianguo, wondering how he would respond.

Unexpectedly, Hao Jianguo did not dodge.

He simply raised his palm calmly, blocking the path of the incoming fist.

"Snapped!"

Their fists and palms collided with a crisp sound.

Several timid people in the courtyard turned their faces away, not daring to look at the scene of head injuries they had imagined.

In everyone's eyes, the Taoist's punch was incredibly powerful, and Hao Jianguo was bound to suffer a loss.

However, the next moment, another exclamation arose.

That seemingly fierce and invincible punch landed in Hao Jianguo's palm, but it was like a mud ox sinking into the sea, without stirring up the slightest ripple.

Hao Jianguo didn't even flinch.

"How could this be?!"

The Taoist priest was startled and quickly retreated. When he looked at Hao Jianguo again, his expression had become extremely solemn.

"I have indeed misjudged him."

He said in a deep voice, "No wonder you dare to be so flamboyant here."

However, this skill alone is not enough!

Before he finished speaking, the Taoist suddenly stepped forward and slashed at Hao Jianguo's chest with a palm like a knife!

The palm strike was fierce, and the sound of it cutting through the air was like the whistling of a sharp blade.

The onlookers were all horrified—this was no mere hand, but clearly resembled a knife about to strike! Many were already convinced that Hao Jianguo was likely to suffer serious injuries.

Seeing this, Sha Zhu excitedly shouted, "Taoist Master, teach this madman a lesson! Let's see if he dares to be arrogant again!"

The humiliation of being kicked down earlier made him eager to see Hao Jianguo make a fool of himself as well.

However, Hao Jianguo still did not back down.

Faced with that fierce palm strike, he simply pushed out a palm in return.

Their palms clashed instantly.

The Taoist felt a counterforce coming from him, and his palms felt slightly numb.

Hao Jianguo remained firmly in place, his body unwavering.

The Taoist's expression changed completely.

Both of his attacks were easily neutralized by his opponent, without causing him any damage.

On the contrary, he himself felt a sharp pain wherever he touched it; if he hadn't had a solid foundation, his metacarpal bones would probably have cracked.

"Just who is this person?"

The Taoist priest was shocked and retreated repeatedly, putting distance between himself and Hao Jianguo, becoming fully alert.

At this moment, in his eyes, the standing youth was like a lurking ferocious beast, sending chills down one's spine.

The deaf old woman standing nearby stared wide-eyed at the scene in disbelief.

He knew all too well the extent of Wang Daoren's strength.

However, he never expected that this well-established figure would falter in front of a young junior.

Recalling her uncontrollable excitement, the deaf old lady felt a burning sensation on her face, as if she had become the most clumsy clown on the stage, and all her pride had turned into irony.

"How...how could this be? How could this kid possibly have such abilities?"

Sha Zhu stood frozen in place, the scene before him completely overturning his previous understanding.

Taking advantage of the brief moment when Hao Jianguo and Wang Daoren were fighting, he had already roughly glimpsed the extent of Hao Jianguo's skill.

Now, recalling how he had arrogantly provoked the other party, Sha Zhu felt a chill run down his spine—if Hao Jianguo had truly intended to kill him then, he would probably be dead already.

The thought flashed through his mind, and his back was instantly soaked with cold sweat.

Yi Zhonghai also felt a tightness in his throat and swallowed with difficulty.

For years, he had never taken Hao Jianguo seriously. After all, he was a child he had watched grow up. How much could he possibly amount to? But these days, Hao Jianguo's every move was like a series of resounding slaps to his face.

Not only is his skill far superior to his, but now his martial arts are also unfathomable, and even a master like Wang Daoren seems unable to do anything to him.

"Ha! I told you long ago, Hao Jianguo is no ordinary person! When Sha Zhu suddenly collapsed in front of him, I knew there was more to it than met the eye! What do you think? Wasn't I right to say we should take him as our master?"

Xu Damao almost jumped up. After witnessing Hao Jianguo's skills firsthand, he became even more convinced that his previous judgment was extremely wise.

However, since the feng shui of the house is still unclear, he dares not get too close to Hao Jianguo rashly, for fear of causing unforeseen complications.

Xu Damao's words were like poisoned needles, piercing the deaf old woman's heart.

Her face gradually contorted, and her gaze toward Hao Jianguo grew increasingly filled with resentment and malice.

She simply couldn't understand how this seemingly ordinary young man could be so difficult to deal with.

But a sliver of trust in Wang Daoren remained in her heart—after all, in the past years, Wang Daoren's methods were almost supernatural, how could he really lose to a junior? In her opinion, Wang Daoren's current defeat must just be a momentary lapse in judgment.

"Wang Daoren! Stop holding back and take his life!"

The deaf old woman roared, her voice sharp with excitement.

Wang Daoren felt a deep bitterness in his heart.

Showing mercy? Where would he find the strength to hold back? He was already incredibly lucky to have escaped unscathed; as for taking Hao Jianguo's life—he had not even the slightest chance of doing so.

When masters clash, their skill level can often be discerned in a single strike.

Wang Daoren understood that if he relied solely on his fists and feet, he would indeed find it difficult to gain the upper hand.

Fortunately, he was called a "Taoist," so he naturally had something else to rely on.

Just as he was about to secretly use other methods, he suddenly felt a cold aura follow him like a shadow, making him tremble all over and his hair stand on end.

He subconsciously looked up at Hao Jianguo, and what he saw almost made him jump out of his skin.

Hao Jianguo was surrounded by a chilling aura, as if it were a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

Under this imposing aura, he seemed like a demon god emerging from the underworld, his gaze sending chills down one's spine.

Wang Daoren's teeth chattered, and he couldn't even squeeze out a complete sentence.

"This...this is..."

The deaf old woman and the others also noticed Wang Daoren's unusual behavior. She urged him urgently, "Wang Daoren, what's wrong with you? Why aren't you making a move?"

She was furious, feeling that this Wang Daoren was so incompetent at the crucial moment, wasting the opportunity for nothing.

The younger generation, including Xu Damao, exchanged glances, their hearts filled with confusion. They had all witnessed how fierce Wang Daoren's aura had been just moments before, so why did the old Daoist suddenly show fear in his eyes when he looked at Hao Jianguo?

"This old Taoist priest... could he be afraid of Hao Jianguo?"

Xu Damao couldn't help but mutter to himself.

Yan Jiecheng, who was standing to the side, nodded in agreement: "I think so."

His two attacks were easily neutralized by Hao Jianguo; who wouldn't be intimidated in that situation?

Liu Guangfu leaned closer and lowered his voice: "See? Even the most senior experts have to back down when they meet someone as capable as us."

What's there to be afraid of with Wang Daoren's little tricks?

After he finished speaking, he didn't forget to secretly glance at his bangs, afraid that his father would hear him and beat him up.

Those comments naturally reached Wang Daoren's ears, but he was too preoccupied to care at the moment.

These ordinary people, with their shallow cultivation, could not see the mystery in Hao Jianguo, nor could they perceive the subtle changes in Hao Jianguo's aura at this moment.

But he could see clearly that this young man was no ordinary person.

Hao Jianguo looked at Wang Daoren with a half-smile.

The faint, chilling aura emanating from him actually came from a gift from a zombie world the frog had lived in before. However, it was unexpected that this Taoist priest had such keen eyesight that he could vaguely sense it.

"What, you want to come again?"

Hao Jianguo coldly uttered a sentence.

Before he could finish speaking, Wang Daoren shuddered violently, a chill ran down his spine, and his fear deepened as he looked at Hao Jianguo.

Especially at this moment, he clearly felt that the dark aura around the other party had become even stronger, and he couldn't help but retreat repeatedly.

"No...impossible! You...you're not alive? You're a spirit? No—you're a zombie?!"

Wang Daoren's voice trembled, and his whole body shook like a withered leaf in the wind.

He was filled with remorse: if he had known he would encounter zombies here, he would never have come even if he was offered more money!

You think you can buy his life for a mere fifty dollars? That's a terrible deal.

In his eyes, Hao Jianguo's body was incorruptible and his speech was normal, making him seem like a zombie who had attained enlightenment.

If such a terrifying being were to actually attack, I would surely die.

"Zombie"

The moment those two words were uttered, everyone around was stunned.

Xu Damao and the others exchanged bewildered glances, feeling as if they had just heard a bizarre tale of ghosts and monsters—words that were usually only found in frightening stories.

Hao Jianguo scoffed and turned to the crowd, saying, "Did everyone hear that? This old Taoist priest actually said I'm a ghost, a zombie? That's utter nonsense. I think he's lost his mind."

As he spoke, he walked a few steps to Xu Damao and suddenly reached out and grabbed the other man's neck.

Xu Damao was startled, thinking he had offended Hao Jianguo and was about to suffer, but thankfully the hand immediately released its grip.

"Come on, Xu Damao, you tell everyone,"

Hao Jianguo asked calmly, "When I pinched you just now, were my palms cold or warm?"

Xu Damao almost rolled his eyes—just to prove this, he had to choke him? Why not just let him touch his hand directly?

But he quickly replied, "It's warm! I can clearly feel it. Hao Jianguo's hands are warm. It can't be a dead person. How could a dead person be warm?"

Hao Jianguo then walked towards Grandpa Zhang in the courtyard.

Hao Jianguo reached out to ask this man, who had once been a barefoot doctor, to take his pulse.

"Uncle Zhang, could you please check if I have a pulse?"

Grandpa Zhang carefully pressed the pulse for a moment, then looked up at everyone and said, "The pulse is steady and strong, the blood and qi are abundant, and the person is in very good health."

All signs indicate that I am a living, breathing human being, not some kind of zombie.

Therefore, there are only two possibilities regarding what you, Master Wang, just said: either you are wicked and have already colluded with the deaf old woman to slander and harm me; or you yourself are mentally unstable and that's why you're talking nonsense like that!

As soon as Hao Jianguo finished speaking, all eyes turned to Wang Daoren.

The onlookers who had just been completely convinced of his abilities now had layers of doubt on their faces.

Some even felt that this Taoist priest was simply making a fuss and trying to attract attention.

The idea of ​​a zombie is utterly absurd—Hao Jianguo is clearly standing perfectly fine in front of us, breathing and speaking just like a normal person. How could he be such a sinister and eerie creature? If it weren't for those strange objects unearthed from the ground earlier, which gave people some respect for Wang Daoren, some people probably would have already driven him out of the courtyard.

"This is getting weirder and weirder... If Hao Jianguo is a zombie, then what are we?"

Someone complained in a low voice, "It's one thing to say he's sucking away people's luck, but at least they dug something up, so at least there's some basis for it."

"A zombie? Where's the evidence? We can't just report him to the authorities and have him arrested based on his word alone, can we? That's absurd!"

"If this gets out, the neighbors will probably laugh their heads off."

"Zombies... I think someone's lost their mind."

The muttering was mostly from the younger generation, who didn't know much about Wang Daoren; although the older people didn't speak, confusion flashed in their eyes—as far as they knew, Wang Daoren wasn't someone who spoke carelessly.

Could it be... that he really received some benefits from the deaf old lady?

Even the deaf old woman herself couldn't help but frown.

Even if she was the one behind it all, hearing the word "zombie"...

Even with those two characters, it still felt incredibly absurd.

If someone had told her normally that there were zombies in the yard, she would have thought that person was crazy.

But at this moment, she didn't care about logic—as long as she could completely bring down Hao Jianguo, no explanation mattered.

Thinking of this, her face contorted with wrinkles, and she screamed hoarsely:

"Master Wang! Why waste your breath on this junior! No matter how capable he is, he's just a junior. How can he possibly stand against you? Today, he must be driven out no matter what, and that house must be sealed off!"

The other two matters may be postponed, but this first one must not be neglected.