Hitting...hitting your brains out?

No! Absolutely not! Ding Sijin has gone completely mad!

The woman felt a surge of fear and struggled incessantly, but Si Jin's strength was too great, and she had no chance to resist. She could only helplessly shout threats.

"Let me tell you! Old Ding will be out sooner or later, and when he gets out, he will definitely not let you off the hook!!!"

Ding's mother was in tears and hysterical, as if she were the one who had been oppressed and was acting righteously.

Yes, that's right, she has that confidence.

Anyway, Zhumeng is dead, so where can we find evidence for these supernatural things?

Ding Sijin's actions are destined to fail, and he will become a laughingstock, subject to ridicule!

Thinking of this, Ding's mother felt a little better, and the corners of her mouth slowly turned up...

"My God, the police's surveillance network has captured evidence. The Ding family really does worship 'gods,' and it's just a blank ancestral tablet. Ding Yuan has already been sentenced to death!"

"Those are all college students. They've studied hard for so many years, and this is what they're going to do with it?"

"This woman is also a member of the Ding family. She's an old witch; stay away from her!"

The crowd, which had initially been criticizing Si Jinyan, quickly dispersed and soon shifted their focus to Ding's mother.

The woman on the ground felt dizzy, then—

It was as if something exploded, its icy temperature completely destroying the smile that had just appeared on her lips.

How is that possible? How could there possibly be evidence?!

Their ancestral hall clearly avoided being monitored by Skynet.

How could this be... how could this happen...

Ding's mother couldn't believe it, but the insults, growing louder and louder, had already reached her ears. The onlookers who had originally been targeting Si Jin quickly turned their attention to her, nailing her to the pillar of shame.

It's as if someone like her doesn't deserve to be born, doesn't deserve to live.

This shouldn't be happening, this shouldn't be happening!

"Ding Sijin, let me tell you!" Ding's mother cried out in anguish, "Even so, you will never forgive me for hitting me!"

"Really? Are you going to spread this around?"

Si Jin turned her gaze, which slowly descended, sweeping over the reporters who had gathered to watch the spectacle, as well as the crowd of onlookers who seemed to enjoy the drama.

The smile on his face was several times more beautiful than when he made Ding's mother smash her brains: "Everyone, you should know that I have supernatural powers. While you were watching the show, I planted the seeds of lightning in your bodies."

Si Jin spoke, her voice still clear and pleasant, yet it sent a chill down the spines of the onlookers, raising goosebumps all over their bodies.

He continued, "Don't underestimate this seed, everyone. It also has a monitoring function. If any of you go out and say anything that is detrimental to me, then, bang!"

The last onomatopoeic word was uttered by Si Jin in a nonchalant tone, and a second later, bang—

The trees on one side were torn apart, and flames roared on the wooden stakes.

Someone screamed, their foreheads beaded with cold sweat, and their mouths, which had been cursing this and that, suddenly lost all color and trembled uncontrollably.

The feeling was as if I had been blown apart; a chill ran down my spine and the hairs on my body stood on end.

That's terrifying, absolutely terrifying.

"So everyone," Si Jin said calmly again amidst endless fear.

With a smile on his face and a voice as gentle as a spring breeze breaking through the ice: "Aren't you going to get lost? Hmm?"

"Aaaaaahhhhhh—"

With a scream, the surrounding crowd scattered instantly.

All that remained was Ding's mother, lying on the ground, her body and soul filled with despair.

Why does he like the enemy's hopeless and lifeless appearance so much?

Si Jin was in a good mood. She even took two steps back slowly, raised her hands, and made a picture frame with her thumb and middle finger.

After finding a satisfactory angle, I pulled the "almost dead" Xiao Yao up and scolded her: "Have some backbone, get up and get to work, let's take a picture."

[Okay... Awoo~]

Xiao Yao gritted her teeth and got up, groaned indistinctly, took the photos, and once again uncontrollably went back to the starting position.

Rubbing his eyes, he asked, "My lord, did you really waste your divine power planting lightning seeds in these mortal bodies?"

No, they don't deserve it.

Si Jin lazily said: "I just didn't like them, so I threatened them. I didn't expect them to actually believe me. Stupid."

As soon as she finished speaking, she turned to go home, when she saw Shao Linyuan walking out of the door.

Si Jin paused, and the corners of his eyes, which had been red with excitement, instantly turned into a look of grievance.

The boy frowned and pointed to Ding's mother, who was half-dead on the ground: "She bullied me."