Siheyuan: I have a mental illness

Jia Zhang, who was standing with her hands on her waist and looking aggressive, was cursing at Yan Bugui, spitting everywhere. Yan Bugui frowned and looked at the fierce woman in front of him with disgust. He subconsciously sniffed, trying to figure out where the peculiar smell in the air came from.

As a disgusting stench entered his nose, Yan Bugui's stomach churned, and he couldn't help but retching. He bent over in pain and covered his mouth and nose with his hands, fearing that he would smell that terrible smell again.

After recovering from his shock, Yan Bugui raised his head, glared at Jia Zhang, and shouted, "Jia Zhang, you smell worse than shit! How dare you blame me here? Can't you smell it yourself?" Before he finished speaking, Yan Bugui began to dry heave again, as if the stench had been deeply imprinted in his mind.

Hearing these humiliating words, Jia Zhang became so angry that her face turned red like pig liver, veins bulged on her forehead, and her triangular eyes, which were not big to begin with, shot out two fierce glances, staring at Yan Bugui.

Suddenly, like a wild beast out of control, she pounced towards Yan Bugui with her teeth and claws bared, and let out an angry roar.

Yan Bugui had never expected that Jia Zhang would be so impulsive. He was caught off guard and felt a burning pain on his face.

"Ouch!" He screamed and reached out to touch his cheek, only to find that it had been scratched by Jia Zhang's sharp nails, and blood was slowly seeping out. However, Jia Zhang did not give up. She took advantage of the situation and threw Yan Bugui to the ground, then quickly rode on him.

At this time, Jia Zhang was like a madman. She opened her hands left and right and scratched Yan Bugui's body non-stop.

Yan Bugui had never seen such a battle before. Normally, he relied on his eloquence to gain the upper hand. If they really came to blows, he was no match for Jia Zhang. At this moment, he could only wave his arms in vain to try to resist Jia Zhang's attack, but to no avail.

Suddenly, a shrill scream broke the quiet air. The sound came from Yan Bugui! Yang Ruihua, Yan Jiecheng and others were originally staying in the house. When they heard the sudden scream, they were startled and ran out immediately.

When they rushed out of the house, they were all stunned by the scene in front of them. Jia Zhang was like a mad beast, waving her hands in the air, and her sharp nails were scratching Yan Bugui's body. Yan Bugui was pinned down by her, unable to fight back, and could only let out painful howls.

Yang Ruihua's eyes instantly turned red, and an uncontrollable anger surged in her heart. She roared angrily: "It's fine that Ye Fan, that bastard, bullied us, but now even you, Jia Zhang, dare to ride on our heads and act wildly! Who do you think you are? Is it because of your dead husband? Or is it because your disappointing son and grandson are all dead?"

Before she finished speaking, Yang Ruihua was already shaking with anger. She could no longer endure this humiliation, so she kicked Jia Zhang's ugly and ferocious face. In a flash, Jia Zhang was so absorbed in attacking Yan Bugui that she didn't notice Yang Ruihua's kick at all.

There was a dull thud as Yang Ruihua's foot landed firmly on Jia Zhang's face. Jia Zhang flew far away like a kite with its string cut, and fell heavily to the ground. However, Yang Ruihua did not give up. She turned around and shouted to Yan Jiecheng who was standing aside, "Jiecheng, what are you still doing? Help your father up!"

As soon as he finished speaking, before Yan Jiecheng could even react, Yang Ruihua rushed towards Jia Zhang, who had not yet gotten up, like a mad lioness. In an instant, the two of them were entangled and engaged in a fierce close combat.

Jia Zhang and Yang Ruihua were seen pulling each other's hair, tearing each other's cheeks, and even biting each other's arms. They rolled and wrestled on the ground, and their clothes were torn and ripped in the fierce pulling. Not only that, the two of them kept cursing, and all kinds of extremely ugly and unbearable dirty words kept pouring out of their mouths, cursing each other's ancestors for eighteen generations.

Jia Zhang's eyes were wide open and she cursed: "Yang Ruihua, you bastard, beep, beep, beep!" Her sharp and piercing voice seemed to break through the sky.

Yang Ruihua was naturally not to be outdone, and responded: "Ms. Jia Zhang, look at your unlucky face, you are born to be a husband-killer! Your dead husband, short-lived son, and shameless grandson, all died because of you! The men of your old Jia family must have been unlucky for eight lifetimes to have met such a jinx like you, you can just wait to die alone, and no one will collect your body when you die, you will only be despised like a pile of stinky, rotten dog shit!"

At this time, Yan Bugui, who had just been helped up by everyone, had scars all over his face. His originally fair face had been scratched by Jia Zhang's sharp nails, leaving several deep cuts. Blood was oozing out of the wounds, looking very scary.

Yan Bugui looked at Jia Zhang who was wrestling with his wife and shouted angrily, "Liberate her! Jiecheng! What are you still standing there for? Beat this crazy woman to death!"

After hearing the order from their father, Jie Cheng and Jiefang no longer hesitated after a brief moment and pounced towards Jia Zhang like a tiger descending from a mountain.

Jia Zhang, who was originally fighting with Yang Ruihua, was instantly defeated by the sudden participation of the two brothers of the Yan family. Jia Zhang was soon at a disadvantage and was firmly pinned to the ground by the Yan family.

However, even so, Jia Zhang still refused to give in and continued to spit out all kinds of obscene words that were unbearable to the ears. Her words were so filthy that it was difficult to look at them directly.

As they had just finished a busy day of work, there was an endless stream of people returning, but the strange thing was that although there were crowds of people watching the fun, no one stood up to dissuade them.

Sha Zhu also joined the crowd at this time. He crossed his arms over his chest as if nothing had happened, looked at Yi Zhonghai with a smile, and said in a slightly mocking tone: "Oh, uncle, look at this good show, it's really a dog-eat-dog situation!"

After hearing this, Yi Zhonghai's mouth corners slightly raised, forming a shallow arc, but soon returned to his serious look. He glared at Sha Zhu and said sternly: "Zhu Zi, what are you talking about? Hurry up and pull them apart! They are all old people, but they don't know how to restrain themselves. It's not a good thing to make a mess here!"

Sha Zhu was watching with great interest, but felt unhappy after being scolded by Yi Zhonghai. He curled his lips and replied reluctantly, "I know, uncle. I'll go right away..." However, his feet moved slowly.

On the other side, Xu Damao stood aside with a gloomy face. There was a sly and vicious light in his squinting eyes. He stared at the farce in front of him and kept muttering in a low voice: "Fight, fight hard, it would be best if you could get your heads broken and bloody, and then all die!" It seemed as if he had a deep hatred for this fight.