Most of the people in Hong Kong in the 1970s came from inland areas and had deep feelings for the inland areas. After reading the article, the common people cursed the Yang family for bringing disaster upon themselves.

"Retribution, even God can't stand it anymore!"

"They killed so many people and yet they still lived a prosperous life for the next twenty years. It was a bargain for them!"

The indignant people cursed the Yang family every time they had dinner. They were gloating over their tragic fate and even hoped it would be worse.

After reading the article, the three families of Xu, Zhu and Chou all became frightened birds. They knew very well that their family and the Yang family were birds of a feather, and they would definitely not be able to escape this disaster.

As for the theory that wronged ghosts were seeking repayment for their debts, they were skeptical. There couldn't be so many coincidences in the world. It was obvious that such an article had been arranged by someone after the Yang family got into trouble.

Who can have such great energy?

The three families all felt the same as Mingjing and were even more frightened. Plus, everything had been going wrong at home in the past two days. Either a car rear-ended an accident, or the kids got into trouble outside, or a flowerpot suddenly fell on the road while they were walking. Just like the Yang family in the past, bad luck continued.

What’s even more bizarre is that the goods stored in the warehouse were watched 24 hours a day, but they disappeared out of thin air. The police came to investigate several times but found no clues.

The three panicked families discussed urgently and decided to move their business abroad. The children in the family also immigrated to Hong Kong to avoid any accidents. The three children of the Yang family were all lying in the hospital.

Ruan Qiqi could not hide the little actions of the three families, and Lu Ye and Xia Tao kept an eye on them every day.

"Why bother with so much trouble? Give me one night and I will not leave a single person alive from the four families, not even a dog!"

Xia Tao felt very unhappy. If it weren't for Ruan Qiqi's suppression, her family would have been wiped out long ago.

“Woof…”

Mamajiang barked at her in dissatisfaction, "If you want to destroy the whole family, then destroy them. Why are you doing this?"

"I'm not talking about you. You're a dog, why are you so sensitive? A dog that is too sensitive can't eat shit!"

Xia Tao waved her hand unhappily and made a joke.

"Woof...you're the one who eats shit!"

Mama Jiang was so angry that her hair stood on end. If she hadn't been unable to beat the woman, she would have bitten her this morning.

"A dog will always eat shit. Our ancestors said that a dog that doesn't eat shit is not a good dog. Do you understand?"

Xia Tao smiled mischievously and teased Mamajiang on purpose.

“Woof woof woof…”

"It's no use not accepting it. You are a dog after all!"

“Woof woof woof…”

"If you keep yelling, I'll feed you shit!"

Xia Tao glared at her fiercely. Mama Jiang tucked her tail between her legs and ran to find Manzai whimpering.

"Let's not argue with her. Only people who like to eat shit like to talk about eating shit all the time."

Manzi gently stroked the dog's head and walked towards it slowly.

Xia Tao's face changed, she rolled up her sleeves and was about to go over to teach him a lesson, but was stopped by Ruan Qiqi, "You can even quarrel with a dog, are you stupid?"

"He said I ate shit!"

Xia Tao pointed at Manzai and complained, why did she only mention her?

"Did he mention the name? If he didn't, why are you rushing to claim it? You're stupid and you still refuse to admit it!"

Ruan Qiqi rolled her eyes in annoyance. She had never seen anyone rushing to claim the responsibility of eating shit. He was becoming more and more stupid.

"You are stupid, your whole family is stupid. What on earth are you doing with those four families? If it were me, I would just wipe out the whole family tonight. It would save a lot of trouble!"

Xia Tao yelled angrily, saying that it was a painless job every day and she was not happy at all.

"Why are you in such a hurry? A quick death would be a relief for them. If you have nothing better to do, go to the mall or the park!"

Ruan Qiqi didn't tell us about her next action plan. She was waiting for the three families of Xu, Zhu and Chou to come to her.

The businesses of these three companies are mainly in Hong Kong. It is not so easy to transfer them abroad, let alone immigrate. With her around, none of these three companies can escape!

Anyway, she has plenty of time, so she can visit each family one by one, there is no need to rush!

Compared to the panic of the Qiu, Xu and Zhu families, the Yang family was in chaos at this time, people in the company were in turmoil, and even the servants at home had started looking for new jobs.

"I heard that my employer's company won't be able to survive the New Year. I have already found a new employer and will go back to work after the New Year."

"It's not that serious, right? The owner is a listed company after all, and even a rotten boat still has three pounds of nails!"

"The three-pound nails on the rotten boat will be wiped out when they encounter a demonic wind. Didn't you hear what Madam Ruan said last time? This is a life-and-death disaster for the boss, and it can only be resolved by bloodshed. We'd better make plans early!"

"That's right. We are servants. We have no business doing anything. There is no need to hang ourselves on a tree!"

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Several servants were hiding in the garden and whispering. As there was no master in the house, they spoke without restraint and did not notice Mr. Yang with a gloomy face behind them.

Mr. Yang has not recovered from a moderate concussion, but he is forcing himself to come out and take charge of the situation. Otherwise, the company will be leaderless and will surely be in chaos, and its stock price will plummet.

As soon as he got home, he heard the servants' discouraging words. Mr. Yang was so angry that his head hurt even more. He coughed loudly, and several servants immediately scattered.

Those monks who were hired at a high price also dispersed. Mr. Yang didn't know if it was an illusion, but he seemed to see a large group of black fog gathering on the roof. He stared at it for a long time, and the black fog gradually turned into a group of bloody faces, opening their mouths wide and roaring at him angrily.

He was so frightened that he took a few steps back and felt cold all over.

"Your family is in a life-and-death calamity. It can only be resolved by blood, and it has to be the blood of a member of the Yang family!"

Ruan Qiqi's voice rang in his ears. Mr. Yang clenched his teeth, his face gloomy.

The Yang family must not collapse. No matter what method he uses, he must support the Yang family!

Mr. Yang made up his mind and asked the driver to prepare a car to go to the advanced nursing home. His father had suffered a stroke and hemiplegia two years ago and had been admitted here. There was a special medical and nursing team to take care of him. The old man was in very good health and would have no problem living another ten or eight years.

Old man Yang was not in the ward. He was pushed by the nurse to the garden to relax. Mr. Yang found his father in the garden. His face was ruddy and he looked energetic. He was in better spirits than him.

Seeing his son, Old Man Yang was in a good mood. He slowly raised his hand and waved, with a smile on his crooked mouth.

"Mr. Yang is recovering very well. At this rate, he will be able to walk with a cane in two years."

The nurse smiled as she told the good news. In the past, whenever Old Man Yang showed improvement, Mr. Yang would give them red envelopes.

Mr. Yang forced a smile, said nothing, took the wheelchair from the nurse, and slowly pushed his father back to the ward.

An hour later, Old Man Yang was taken home and Mr. Yang completed the discharge procedures for his father.

Just one day later, the Yang family published an obituary in the newspaper, announcing the death of old man Yang.

"How cruel! Watching your own father drown in the bathtub with your own eyes."

Ruan Qiqi finished reading the newspaper and the result was as she expected. Old man Yang, this evil old man, died at the hands of his own son. He must have been very desperate before his death, right?

You will suffer the consequences if you commit evil upon yourself. This is the consequence of stabbing your motherland in the back!

The Yang family's funeral was very grand. The monks who had performed rituals in the past were invited back to chant sutras for 49 days to pray for the soul of old man Yang.

People who don’t know the truth all praise Mr. Yang for being filial.

Only Ruan Qiqi knew that Mr. Yang was afraid that his own father would turn into a fierce ghost and come after him, so he asked the monks to pray for his father's soul to be at peace for 49 days.