Chapter 160 Avenging Injustice

Chapter 160 Avenging Injustice

"Ding~"

The clinking of wine glasses echoed through the restaurant.

The couple clinked glasses, exchanged a glance, and their eyes were filled with happy smiles.

Just then, out of the corner of their eyes, the two of them simultaneously caught sight of two figures standing beside the dining table.

An old man and a young man, their faces so gloomy they could drip water.

The venom surging in those eyes seemed to want to devour them alive.

Even though the room was brightly lit, the couple felt a chill run down their spines and trembled uncontrollably.

A wine glass fell directly onto the table with a loud clatter.

The scarlet wine spilled and trickled down the edge of the table, like streaks of blood.

One swallowed instinctively out of fear.

Then he choked and coughed violently, his face turning bright red.

The two of them instinctively looked to the side.

There was no one there.

But this only intensified their fear; the biting cold felt like icicles piercing their backs, making their hair stand on end.

Just a moment ago, they clearly saw two blurry figures standing by the dining table.

In the blink of an eye, the figure vanished without a trace.

Only the warm yellow light in the restaurant remained, illuminating the mess on the table.

"Did you just see that?"

Zhao Xingyao's voice trembled, her fingers clenched tightly, and her knuckles turned white.

Ding Zhexuan finally stopped coughing, shaking his head while panting heavily, but the panic in his eyes was unmistakable: "No—no, right? Maybe you're seeing things. I've been too tired lately."

Despite saying that, he subconsciously glanced around.

His heart pounded with fear as his gaze swept over every dark corner.

He grabbed a tissue from the table and haphazardly wiped the red wine that had splashed on his hands, but his fingertips trembled uncontrollably.

Zhao Xuejun stood behind Ding Zhexuan.

Seeing his forced composure, a sinister smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

He slowly raised his hand, his withered fingertips gently resting on Ding Zhexuan's shoulder.

There was no tangible tactile sensation.

Ding Zhexuan shuddered violently as if he had been branded with a hot iron, his shoulders instantly stiffening like a stone.

Ding Zhexuan slowly turned his head.

An aged, resentful face suddenly appeared in his eyes, its sinister gaze fixed on him.

"Ah—a ghost—a ghost—!"

Ding Zhexuan let out a shrill scream and scrambled to the side, knocking the chair he was sitting on over with a loud bang.

Zhao Xingyao, who was cowering and trembling, was startled. She looked up abruptly and saw her husband staring wide-eyed, his face contorted with terror. She instinctively asked, "Ghost—where's the ghost—?"

"There—there, right there—"

Ding Zhexuan pointed to the spot where he had just been standing, his teeth chattering, and he could barely speak coherently.

But he couldn't continue speaking because the spot was empty; there was no ghost at all.

"Honey, how about we stay at a hotel tonight?"

Ding Zhexuan breathed a sigh of relief, but his body remained completely relaxed.

He always felt that a pair of eyes were watching him from the shadows, which sent chills down his spine.

After asking his question, Ding Zhexuan, without waiting for Zhao Xingyao's reply, said somewhat angrily, "I'm talking to you right now."

But when he turned his head, he saw Zhao Xingyao's eyes filled with terror, her mouth wide open, as if she had seen something extremely terrifying. Her forehead was covered with fine cold sweat, and she froze on the spot.

Ding Zhexuan turned his stiff neck and looked in the direction of her gaze, which was exactly where the villa's staircase was.

Then they saw the old woman, who had been dead for many days, standing on the stairs, her face sinister and her eyes filled with resentment as she looked at the two of them.

"hehe----"

Overwhelmed by fear, Zhao Xingyao couldn't even scream; all she could manage were weak, wheezing sounds, like she had phlegm stuck in her throat that she couldn't cough up no matter how hard she tried.

Ding Zhexuan was in no better shape. He stood frozen in place, his body trembling uncontrollably. Then, a wet patch quickly spread from his lower body, and the air was soon filled with the smell of urine.

Just then, a cold hand landed on his shoulder again.

The extreme fear instantly overwhelmed his nerves, and Ding Zhexuan's eyes rolled back as he fainted.

As Zhao Xingyao watched this scene, fear overwhelmed her completely like a tidal wave.

Just then, Grandma Fengying, who was standing on the stairs, let out a long, quiet sigh.

"well----"

"Grandma, I'm so sorry, so very sorry—"

Zhao Xingyao knelt down with a thud, repeatedly kowtowing towards the stairwell, her forehead hitting the floor with a loud thud. "I didn't mean to harm you, it was all Ding Zhexuan's fault—"

But just then, a pair of feet appeared before her eyes—they were a man's feet, and—and she recognized them very well—

Zhao Xingyao's body stiffened, and she slowly raised her head.

She saw her father, who had been dead for a long time, bent over and staring intently at her.

"What a good daughter of yours," Zhao Xuejun grinned.

But to Zhao Xingyao, that smile was incredibly ferocious and terrifying.

"Ah—Dad—Dad, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, you'll forgive me, right—"

"Dad, you love me the most, you will definitely forgive me—"

"I didn't mean to hurt you, it's all Ding Zhexuan's fault, he's the one who made me do this—"

"Oh----"

Zhao Xuejun let out a cold sneer, the sound echoing back and forth in the empty villa.

The next second, his figure disappeared.

It would be too easy for these wretched children to die of fright.

Only by cutting flesh with a dull knife can they truly experience what pain is.

Take it slow, this is just the beginning.

Zhao Xingyao received no response, and there was no sound from her surroundings.

She slowly raised her head and saw that Zhao Xuejun had disappeared. She then hurriedly looked towards the stairwell, but Grandma Fengying had also vanished.

She finally breathed a sigh of relief and collapsed onto the ground, feeling utterly exhausted.

She sat there blankly, seemingly lost in thought. But before long, the fear on her face faded, replaced by a fierce expression.

Suddenly she stood up and started screaming hysterically at the empty villa.

"Zhao Xuejun, come out here! You're a grown man, and all you do is scare a woman like me? What kind of skill is that?"

"Zhao Xuejun, you old geezer! I'm your daughter! How dare you scare me like that?"

"Old man, I wasn't afraid of you when you were alive, and I'm even less afraid now that you're dead."

"And you, Zhou Fengying, you old hag, you eat and drink from the Zhao family's food, and you still have the nerve to scare me?"

"Don't you have any conscience? I'm your granddaughter! What good are you besides being a burden to me? If you're dead, you're dead! And you dare come back to scare me?"

"Those two old bastards, bastards, sons of bitches, they favored my brother when they were alive, leaving everything to him. Why shouldn't I fight for it? Everything I have now is what I earned. What did I do wrong?"

Zhao Xingyao acted as if she had gone mad, pointing at the air and cursing loudly, every word of which was extremely vicious.

Zhao Xuejun and Zhou Fengying, who were hiding in the shadows, were dumbfounded.

"Has she gone mad with fright?" Zhou Fengying asked, her face full of astonishment and her voice filled with disbelief.

Zhao Xuejun shook his head, a look of disgust flashing in his eyes: "She's not crazy, she's just mentally unstable. She thinks everything we have should rightfully belong to her. She's just a selfish and foolish idiot."

"How could you have given birth to such a thing?" Zhou Fengying scolded angrily.

Zhao Xuejun did not refute.

He couldn't understand how he had given birth to such a thing.

And despite her loud pronouncements and claims of fear, Zhao Xuejun didn't believe her for a second.

This girl is short-sighted; she only knows fear and begs for mercy when she's about to die.

So he walked up to Zhao Xingyao, who was acting like a madwoman, and with only one hand showing, grabbed her by the neck.

Zhao Xingyao reached out to pry it open, but only touched nothingness. Yet the suffocating sensation on her neck felt so real.

The madness on Zhao Xingyao's face vanished instantly, replaced by fear.

She couldn't speak, but she could whimper and beg for mercy like a wounded dog.