"Is this what you call looking after him?"

The old man didn't say anything. Zhou wanted to go into the house to find the scissors, but Zhou Xing came out to stop her.

"What are you doing?"

Zhou Xiang raised the scissors in his hand and said, "You dare to stop me, you uneducated thing? You asked your cousin to wash the clothes of the women in the family for you. Do you have any shame? I will ask the neighbors to come and take a look for you, okay?

If you don't move out of the way, I'll scream and tell everyone to come and see. You've got no shame, so I'm even less afraid."

Zhou Ying pulled her second sister away. Zhou Xiang's face was filled with anger, so she tried to stop him from stabbing her with the scissors.

Zhou wanted to move a small stool, sit next to the clothes, pick up the pieces one by one and cut them, cutting each piece into strips to ensure that they could not be repaired.

Zhou Niao squatted beside her sister, "Sister, are you here to take me home?"

"Yes! I'm sorry I'm two days late. Go pack your clothes. If you don't fit in them, don't throw them away. Go home and make new ones. You don't need your quilt either. I've prepared them for you at home."

"It's okay! I'll clean it up right away."

"Well, go ahead!"

After Zhou Xiang cut up all the clothes, he looked at Zhou Ying and the other two and said, "I wish I could cut everything into pieces, including your faces. You're here as nannies in name only, but you're living like little princesses. You eat in the house while my eldest brother washes clothes outside."

As he said this, he got angry again. He saw the iron shovel next to him, picked it up, rushed into the room of the three sisters, and smashed everything together.

After smashing the things, he came out and stared into his grandfather's eyes, "You are not worthy of being our grandfather. You are only the grandfather of the first and third wives. I hate you, even more than I hate Zhou Ying and the others. You can't be fair, can't you be fair for this month?

I hate you so much that I want to destroy everything you have. If you were just a poor old man, what would your life be like? I want to go to your workplace and try to see if I can destroy everything you have.

Mr. Zhou didn't believe it, "What ability do you have to dare to say that you can destroy me?"

Zhou Xiang mouthed a name, and Grandpa Zhou took a step back, looking at his little granddaughter in disbelief.

He turned to everyone, including his third son and his wife who had come out to watch the fun, and said, "Go inside."

Zhou Xiang chuckled.

After everyone retreated back into the house, Mr. Zhou looked at Zhou Xiang and asked, "What do you want in exchange for letting me go?"

"Two conditions. First, give me everything you have, everything you have stolen.

Second, tell the three sisters that only one can stay here, and the other two must go back. It is up to the three of them to decide who to stay. "

"You're trying to kill me!"

"Really? Money is more important than your life? Then I don't want it. I'm going to do what I want. Big brother, I'm leaving."

"Wait, I promised you, come with me!"

After saying this, he seemed to have aged ten years. Zhou Xiang followed him into his room, and the old man motioned for her to close the door.

Zhou Xiang wasn't afraid either. He simply closed the door. "Hmph, you dare to try? You were a ruthless person when you were young, but now that you're old, what good is it? I have my trump card."

Seeing the door closed, Mr. Zhou chuckled and said, "The little girl is still too young."

As he spoke, he took out a second-generation revolver from under the pillow.

"Yes, it was handed in together with those things, right?"

After saying that, he suddenly disappeared. When he reappeared, he appeared on the right side of Mr. Zhou. He snatched the revolver away and slapped him on the back of the neck with his backhand. Seeing that he was staggering but could not fall, Zhou wanted to hit him again.

Then, he held him with his hands and brought him into the space warehouse.

I have been practicing my mind power recently and have discovered that I can control space to teleport within a hundred meters, and I can also locate any place in space.

Take the revolver to the study, find a bed sheet, tear it open, blindfold the old man, and tie his hands.

After leaving the space, he listened to the yard and heard no movement. He moved the old lady's portrait away, revealing the wall behind it, and fumbled on the wall for a while.

I touched a lump as big as a grain of rice, pressed it gently, and a small secret compartment opened on the wall. I reached out and touched a bulge in the small secret compartment. I pressed the bulge for more than ten seconds, and a door slid silently open from the wall.

Zhou Xiang walked over. There was a ladder behind the door. He slowly went down. Looking at the boxes piled up in the space of about ten square meters, Zhou Xiang waved his hand and put them all into the space.

After groping around on the wall for a while, he found a mechanism and pressed it. A wooden board popped out, revealing a secret compartment containing a stack of old-fashioned land deeds.

Zhou Xiang took it out and looked through it. There was a small Western-style building in Shanghai, two courtyards in Kyoto, and two shops. Each one had complete land deeds and house deeds. Unfortunately, he didn't dare to take over any of them.

Because these were all the war profits the old man made after dividing the spoils, he teamed up with a few people and robbed a wealthy businessman.

In his previous life, the son of a wealthy businessman returned to his country and asked the government to take back all his houses and shops, but he could not get the money back.

Mr. Zhou passed away in a hurry and did not have time to leave a will. These things were dug out when they were developed in later generations, handed over to the government, and reported by the government.

Humph! The eldest son is gone, the youngest son is dominated by his wife, the second son is unpopular, and in the end, everything he has hidden for half his life has been confiscated by the state.

He put away the land deeds and house deeds. Although he couldn't take them over, he couldn't leave them outside. He carefully checked the secret room and made sure they were gone. Then he went up the stairs to the small secret compartment, pressed the switch, and closed the secret room door.

He closed the small secret compartment, straightened the portrait, and erased all traces to ensure that he did not leave any clues.

Then he entered the space, put the revolver into the desk drawer, and went to the warehouse to see the old man. The old man was still in the same posture.

Zhou wanted to push him with a stick, but there was no response. So he simply hit him on the back of the neck with the stick in his hand, and saw that the old man's body collapsed again.

He hummed inwardly, still thinking of turning the tables? Perhaps he had inherited the old man's cruelty, and this was his retribution, wasn't it? Being bullied by his own granddaughter.

I pinched his neck and left the space with a thought. Well, I couldn't support him, so I moved him back to the space warehouse. I stood beside his bed and prepared to enter the space, but found that the heights of the two sides of the pillow were different.

He reached out and picked up the pillow, but there was nothing underneath. He reached into the pillow again and took out the second revolver. Haha, a cunning rabbit has three burrows.

He searched his pillow, turned over the sheets and mattress, and found a diamond-studded dagger.

I went into the study, put away the two things, and brought him out. This time, I lay down on his bed and untied the ropes on his hands and the bandages on his eyes.

I made the bed, tidied up everything in the room, opened the door, and heard a noise behind me.

Without even turning around, he said, "You lost. Stop pretending. My strength won't last more than three minutes for an adult like you who's experienced war. I've taken the things under the bed. You have no chance of turning the tables."