This time, the blow was even harder than before, and Song Yaozu jumped up in pain, forcing out tears.

Xie Mingzhu walked around to him expressionlessly and waved the rattan cane in front of him.

“Look closely, this rattan cane is the one you used to beat me with.”

“In the past, whenever you had any troubles, you would take it out on me, saying that my bad luck was bringing you misfortune, and you would keep whipping me with this vine, saying that you were cleaning me up.”

Xie Mingzhu gave a ridiculous, cold laugh.

"What 'unlucky ghost reincarnated' or 'jinx reincarnated' are just accusations you've made against me to find excuses to abuse me."

“You’ve hit me over a thousand times over the years, and I remember them all.”

"Today is the day to return it to you!"

Xie Mingzhu's eyes were icy cold as she approached step by step.

"Since you're so impatient, let's start with you."

Song Yaozu was momentarily stunned by Xie Mingzhu's imposing presence.

He had never seen Song Zhaodi like this before.

Wasn't she always so timid and submissive, never daring to disagree with anything she said?

By the time he came to his senses, Xie Mingzhu had already raised the rattan cane high in her hand and lashed it down at him without hesitation.

Song Yaozu's eyes widened, and he twisted his body frantically, desperately trying to dodge.

However, there was no way to avoid it; the vines came down like blades, slicing down on him.

This time, accompanied by a teeth-grinding whistling sound, it was faster and more ruthless than the previous two attacks.

After the cane struck, Song Yaozu thought Song Zhaodi would stop, but she didn't.

The vines fell down one after another like raindrops, and Song Yaozu felt as if his entire body was being scraped with a knife.

He instinctively twisted his body frantically to avoid the vines, but then the vines fell even harder and hurt more.

Song Yaozu was spoiled by his parents from a young age. He never did anything, couldn't lift a finger, and had hardly ever been exposed to the sun, let alone been beaten.

Those two blows almost killed him!

"Aaaaah, Song Zhaodi, you bitch, you still won't stop! I'm going to kill you!"

Xie Mingzhu sneered.

"When you used to beat me with rattan canes to vent your anger and make fun of me, did you ever think that I also felt pain?"

"What goes around comes around, and now it's your turn to taste this bitter fruit."

"You want to kill me? Try it!"

Xie Mingzhu raised her hand high, using almost all her strength, striking again and again, giving Song Yaozu no chance to catch his breath.

Song Yaozu was like a fish whose scales had been forcibly scraped off; he thrashed about wildly, screaming and yelling until his voice was hoarse.

The two police officers couldn't hold him at all. As soon as they let go, Song Yaozu fell to the ground and rolled around desperately while clutching his arms.

Xie Mingzhu's emotions, which started out calm and indifferent, gradually spiraled out of control as she vented her frustration with each slap.

With each movement of her hand, the scenes of various forms of abuse she had suffered flashed through her mind like a movie.

During the years she lived in the Song family, when she was first beaten, she wondered what she had done wrong and what she had done to upset her family so that she would be beaten like this.

But as she grew older, she gradually realized that it wasn't her fault at all.