Black Lotus is reborn. Hush! Just lie down and be quiet.

Seeing her, Yang Guozhu moved aside guiltily, not daring to look directly at the old lady.

"Yang Guozhu!"

The old lady was Grandma Duan, and she called out to Yang Guozhu.

"what's up?"

Yang Guozhu didn't want to stop, but because he felt guilty, he stopped and avoided looking.

"I heard from my husband that you helped him in the past. I am dying and have no children. I will give you the things in my hand. You can go with me over there and tell me how you helped my husband in the past. I don't even know about this."

Grandma Duan was very curious. Yang Guozhu was stunned at first, but then he was overjoyed. He didn't expect that he would get such unexpected wealth.

It turns out that my right eyelid twitching in the morning means good fortune!

This old woman has a lot of good things and a house. If he can get them, he will become rich.

Yang Guozhu was ecstatic and followed Grandma Duan into a secluded alley nearby without any doubt. There was no one there.

"I have done so many things for Professor Ou that I can't even remember them all. There's no need to be so polite. We are all neighbors. Grandma Duan, you are too polite...ah..."

Yang Guozhu was speaking hypocritically and politely, but was interrupted by a chill in his abdomen.

He lowered his head, staring in disbelief at the dagger that was stuck in his lower abdomen. It had been inserted all the way in, with only the handle exposed.

"Why?"

"You killed my husband, my daughter, and my son. Why do you think so?"

Grandma Duan's thin hands tightly grasped the hilt of the knife and turned it. Her cloudy eyes shot out hatred, and she gritted her teeth and said, "Your son Yang Hongbing will be here to accompany you soon, don't worry!"

"don't want……"

Yang Guozhu spat out a few mouthfuls of blood and looked pleading, but Grandma Duan's expression became more and more indifferent. She pulled out the dagger, and blood spurted out like a fountain. Yang Guozhu fell to the ground.

There was a hole in his lower abdomen, and blood gushed out, quickly forming a pool under his body and gradually spreading outwards.

Grandma Duan held the dagger, blood dripping from the tip of the knife. The blood fell silently, but for Yang Guozhu, who was about to die, the hearing was magnified countless times. The sound of the drops of blood splashing on the ground was like a thunderbolt, shaking his heart.

"Please...please...let my...son go..."

Yang Guozhu's lips moved, blood foam gushed out, his pupils gradually dilated, but he still looked up at Grandma Duan, begging her to spare his only remaining son with an unprecedented humble attitude.

"Why don't you let my husband go? And my children? What did they do wrong?"

Although Grandma Duan's voice was calm, her eyes were getting more and more crazy. She suddenly squatted down and stabbed Yang Guozhu hard, again and again. At this moment, the thin Grandma Duan burst out with amazing strength. Every time she stabbed to the bottom, she pulled out and stabbed again...

Yang Guozhu twitched a few times at first, but finally became motionless, his pupils dilated, and blood was still flowing from his mouth, but he had stopped breathing.

Grandma Duan didn't stop, she continued stabbing.

She was wearing a moon-white slanted-collar top, and her white hair was combed neatly without a single stray hair. But now her clean clothes were splattered with blood, and there was blood on her face as well.

"You deserve to die. Go down and apologize to my husband and Qing'er and Hong'er!"

Grandma Duan went crazy and didn't know that Yang Guozhu was already dead. She kept stabbing with the knife.

There were so many holes on Yang Guozhu's body that he became a bloody man.

"stop!"

The plainclothes police officer who was responsible for keeping an eye on Yang Guozhu finally arrived, pulled out his gun, and pointed it at Grandma Duan to warn her.

There are also residents of the alley. It is now past seven in the morning and people going to school or work are still at home. In an instant, this alley, which is usually deserted, is blocked.

When the police warned her for the first time, Grandma Duan dropped the dagger, raised her hands, and slowly turned around. Everyone gasped and was horrified.

The clothes on the back were clean, but the clothes on the front of Grandma Duan were all covered in blood, and her face was also covered in blood. She looked like a killer who had rushed out of the Shura Field.

Even more terrifying was the sight of Yang Guozhu, who was lying dead on the ground. He was covered in blood and his face could not even be seen clearly.

"Mrs. Duan, you are so confused. Ouch... It's my fault, my fault!"

Uncle Liu beat his chest and stamped his feet, feeling so annoyed that he wanted to beat himself to death. Why did he go to tell Grandma Duan about that matter? Professor Ou and the two children were already dead, and the living people had to live well.

It was he who killed Grandma Duan. He was meddling in other people's business!

"I shouldn't have told you this, Mrs. Duan. You are so confused. How can I meet Professor Ou in the future? Oh my... I am so anxious!"

Uncle Liu cried heart-wrenchingly and slapped his thighs non-stop, looking like a completely different person who usually seemed calm and collected even if the sky fell.

"Xiao Liu, I have a terminal illness and I don't have many days left to live. I'll be content if I can avenge my husband and children before I die!"

Grandma Duan smiled slightly. Even though she was covered in blood, her eyes were bright and her smile was gentle, which did not make people feel scared.

"Mrs. Duan, I will take care of your affairs after your death. Every Qingming Festival, I will burn gold ingots for you, Professor Ou, and our two children. Don't worry!"

Uncle Li's expression was more serious than ever. All the members of Grandma Duan's family had died, leaving only her. After she left, there was no one left at home. As they had been neighbors for many years, he had to help them.

"And I, Madam Duan, you can go with peace of mind. As long as I am alive, I will never forget Qingming Festival and burn the biggest ingot. I promise!"

Uncle Liu made the assurance while choking with sobs. His eyes were red and he couldn't stop crying. He wiped his tears while talking like a child.

Others also expressed that they would help arrange Grandma Duan’s funeral arrangements.

"thank you all!"

Grandma Duan bowed deeply. She had actually made a will. All the calligraphy and paintings, ancient books, and the house her husband collected during his lifetime were donated to the country. She used one-third of the salary backpaid by the government to hire two people to go to the prison to help her deal with Yang Hongbing.

She had to wait until all the members of the Yang family were dead before she could go downstairs to see her husband and children.

The remaining two-thirds would be used for her funeral and the cost of visiting her family's grave during the Qingming Festival in the future. She had arranged everything so that she could focus on taking revenge.

The police officer originally wanted to handcuff Grandma Duan, but when he saw her interaction with the neighbors, he remained silent.

There is a cause for every effect. Yang Guozhu first killed the old lady's husband and children, which forced the frail old lady to pick up the knife. Moreover, from the neighbors, it can be seen that Grandma Duan is very popular and is obviously a reasonable old woman.

"Let's go!"

His colleagues from the public security department came, and he had to take Grandma Duan to the bureau.

"I'm causing trouble for you!"

Grandma Duan sounded apologetic.

"This is my job, let's go!"

The public security officer's heart was beating fast. He looked at Grandma Duan with sympathy, and then looked at Yang Guozhu lying on the ground with disgust. If it weren't for the old guy's evil deeds first, the old lady would definitely still be living a good life with her husband and children, going to the park every morning to dance disco and practice Tai Chi, how comfortable it would be!