Chapter 159 Revenge is the Best Policy

Chapter 159 Revenge is the Best Policy

The process of casting the spell is not complicated.

Shen Qingzhou picked up his brush and wrote the names and birth dates of Zhao Xuejun's daughter Zhao Xingyao and son-in-law Ding Zhexuan on the front of two paper figures cut from yellow paper.

Then, turn it over and write down the birth dates and times of Zhao Xuejun and Grandma Fengying.

Because of their blood ties and kinship, there is a strong causal connection between them. It can be said that without Zhao Xuejun, they would not exist. With this blood bond, even without their hair and clothing, they can successfully cast the spell, and the process is several times simpler.

Of course, this "simplicity" is relative; it would be far more difficult for anyone else to do it.

With Shen Qingzhou's final stroke, the two paper figures were initially completed.

But that wasn't all. Several runes traveled from Shen Qingzhou's fingertips to the paper figures, as if drawing an invisible layer on them.

Shen Qingzhou picked up two paper figures with two fingers and circled them twice in the rising smoke from the brazier, while chanting incantations in a low voice.

This is the most crucial step in the entire incantation. Only when the incantation ends can the boundary between life and death be crossed, firmly binding the fates of the four of them together.

After doing all this, Shen Qingzhou looked up and waved to the two of them.

The mother and son, who had been standing by holding their breath, rushed forward. They saw Shen Qingzhou flick his wrist, and the two paper figures suddenly turned into two beams of yellow light, rushing straight towards their faces.

Before they could get out of the way, the yellow light suddenly disappeared.

"what?"

Grandma Fengying gasped in surprise and quickly looked down at herself, but found nothing unusual.

Compared to her panic, Zhao Xuejun was much calmer.

He simply raised his hands, turned them over and over to examine them, and asked with a puzzled look, "That's it?"

"Of course, go ahead. Settle your grievances and avenge your wrongs." Shen Qingzhou waved his hand, indicating that they could leave.

Grandma Fengying's lips moved a few times, as if she had something else to say, but Zhao Xuejun next to her grabbed her arm.

"Mom, let's go, don't disturb Mr. Shen's rest."

The old lady glanced at her son, then bowed deeply to Shen Qingzhou.

"Sir, you are of great virtue," she said.

After saying that, he turned and walked out, and Zhao Xuejun quickly followed.

Watching the two figures disappear through the door, Shen Qingzhou did not immediately get up and go back to her room to rest.

He took out a cigarette, held it to the embers in the brazier, and lit it.

Lin Yunong silently emerged from the soul-nourishing tablet on his chest. Seeing him with a cigarette between his fingers and a somber expression, she asked softly, somewhat puzzled, "Are you unhappy?"

"I was indeed unhappy, but seeing you made me happy." He then pulled her over.

"Here?" Lin Yunong asked, her cheeks flushed.

Moreover, he clearly seemed preoccupied, so why did he suddenly decide to do this again?

What a pervert!

She inwardly grumbled, but showed no intention of resisting, letting Shen Qingzhou do as she pleased.

"What's wrong with this place? Isn't it more atmospheric here?" Shen Qingzhou chuckled.

He suddenly thought of the futon under his buttocks.

Is this considered a kind of "XX Futon"?

"ah----"

Lin Yunong let out a soft cry. She found that her body was becoming more and more sensitive, no, her soul was becoming more and more sensitive.

Her face showed even more shyness.

Shen Qingzhou was quite satisfied; this girl was almost ready to be trained.

"Is this really okay?"

Grandma Fengying walked up to several passersby and even waved, but they couldn't see her at all and even bumped into her, which startled her so much that she quickly dodged.

"Since the master says so, it must be useful. Let's go back to Xingyao's house first," Zhao Xuejun sighed.

He's desperate now, what can he do if he doesn't believe it? Shen Qingzhou is his last hope.

The two stopped talking. Because they were ghosts, they traveled much faster and arrived at their daughter and son-in-law's residence before ten o'clock.

Looking at the villa in front of him, Zhao Xuejun's hatred intensified.

He even paid for this villa.

The detached villa, over 300 square meters, with front and back yards, is located in the best low-density villa area in the suburbs. He bought it outright back then, without letting the young couple bear a single penny of the loan.

He oversaw the renovation work, meticulously overseeing every step of the process. He personally commissioned the design of the flower borders in the yard, and even the crystal chandelier in the living room was chosen by him after three trips to the building materials market, selecting the style that best suited his daughter.

He poured his heart and soul into his daughter, investing most of the wealth he had accumulated throughout his life.

But what they got in return was the tragic death of their son, their own wrongful death, and even the death of their over eighty-year-old mother.

He couldn't understand how his obedient and sensible daughter had become like this, so vicious, as if she had been bewitched.

"Xuejun, what—what should we do?"

Seeing her son standing still, Grandma Fengying asked him a question; she was getting impatient.

She felt resentment when she thought of her beloved grandson.

"Let's go inside and talk first." The two of them floated into the courtyard.

The wall lamps on both sides of the courtyard gate were lit. On the anti-corrosion wooden platform in the courtyard, there were still the rattan tables and chairs that he had personally chosen back then. However, now Ding Zhexuan's golf bag was placed on the corner of the table, and there was no longer a place for him to sit.

The roses in the yard are in full bloom. They are the variety he planted himself years ago, and now they are lush and fragrant.

But when the fragrance reached Zhao Xuejun's nose, it stung his eyes.

The more he loved this daughter back then, the more he hates her now.

The mother and son passed through the tightly closed door and entered the house without any hindrance.

The first floor is an open-plan living, dining and kitchen space, with exquisite and thoughtful decoration. Light gray soft-light tiles are laid throughout, there is a full wall of floating bookshelves, a stone slab dining table with upholstered dining chairs, and the real money he invested in it back then is evident everywhere.

At this moment, the restaurant table is laden with dishes, and the wine glasses are filled with swirls of crimson liquid.

Zhao Xingyao and Ding Zhexuan were sitting facing each other eating, their faces full of relaxation and comfort, showing no trace of the grief of having just lost their grandmother.

"When did we put Grandma's house up for sale? The location is so good, it must be expensive." Zhao Xingyao took a sip of red wine and asked casually.

Ding Zhexuan smiled and raised his glass. "Let's talk about it later. The old lady just passed away. It wouldn't look good if we rushed into dealing with her estate so soon."

"You're such a hypocrite," Zhao Xingyao said.

"I'm doing this for our future. Also, we haven't found the five million that Dad left for Grandma yet," Ding Zhexuan said.

It turned out that they discovered through previous accounting records that Zhao Xuejun had transferred a sum of money to his mother in the past, so they wanted to ask his grandmother for the money back.

Grandma Fengying then remembered that her son had given her a savings account in the past, saying that he would keep it with her temporarily and that if he didn't take it back, it would be for her to use in her old age. Over time, she had forgotten about it.

However, this was left to her by her son, so how could she give it away so easily?

But to her surprise, her granddaughter and grandson-in-law would actually harm her.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Xingyao chuckled and said, "Isn't it simple now? Just take the death certificate and check at the bank. There's no need to look for any passbooks."

"That's true."

The couple looked at each other and smiled, then raised their glasses at the same time.

Meanwhile, Zhao Xuejun and his mother stood at the dining table, listening to these words, trembling with anger, their hatred almost solidifying into a tangible form.

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