Chapter 1817: The Judge Falls Unconscious in Court
Mo Haihao gradually calmed down and told Xiangxiang everything that had happened after his eyelids started twitching uncontrollably.
Only then did Xiangxiang understand why Feng Qi appeared. It wasn’t because of her good luck, but rather because of her husband’s worry and anxiety, prompting him to ask Feng Qi to come over.
Luckily Feng Qi came over; if she had arrived a little later, Xiangxiang wouldn’t have been able to dodge that bullet.
If Mo Haihao hadn’t had the speedy Feng Qi come first and instead driven over anxiously, he might have only been able to collect Xiangxiang’s corpse now.
Understanding this, the couple exchanged a glance, equally fearful.
"Are you guys glued together? You’ve been hugging for so long, making us single folks feel full on dog food!"
"Yeah! We’re all still serving in the military, not even have a daughter-in-law yet!"
"Even if there is a daughter-in-law, we can’t see her! It’s hard!"
"Let’s drink this bowl of dog food first as a salute!"
"Cheers! Down with this bowl of dog food!"
After that, the police and army personnel started to make a fuss.
Xiangxiang’s face turned red. If it was just the colleagues from the Special Department, then it would be fine, just let them laugh. But there were outsiders here too! This was really embarrassing!
She irritably patted Mo Haihao’s back heavily: "Will you let go of me!"
"Let them die of envy! Burst with fullness! Don’t mind them, just let me hold you a while longer. My heart is still racing; you don’t know how scared I was of losing you!"
"Hurry up and let go, they’re all laughing!"
Sounds of muffled laughter came from behind: "No! We’re not laughing!"
"We’re waiting to die of envy!"
"Waiting to burst with fullness!"
"Hahahaha!"
"Sorry, couldn’t hold it in, hahaha!"
It was like a switch was flipped, and a group of men burst into laughter.
Xiangxiang could no longer endure, pushing Mo Haihao away: "It’s all your fault! Don’t come near me!"
There was a lot of laughter and joy on this side, while in the ancestral hall there were continuous screams.
The Evil Spirit had already charged into the hall. When they saw the great horror from the painting, which had been hindering their revenge, being utterly overpowered by the red-dressed ancient costume beauty, whip after whip, mercilessly, and was about to completely disappear, they saw a glimmer of hope for revenge. One by one, they broke through thin limitations and barriers, lunging at their enemies.
One by one, villagers clutched their necks, feeling the pain of being strangled.
"Help—"
"Save me—"
The cries for help suddenly ceased, and they died horribly, with their eyes wide open, tongues extended, unable to find peace even in death.
More and more people died in this suffocating manner, as if choked to death. The living villagers huddled together in fear, backs against backs, observing their surroundings. They couldn’t see anything, neither the Evil Spirit nor vengeful spirit, nor Feng Qi swinging his whip.
But they saw the ancestors’ portrait fall to the ground.
Someone tried to pick it up, but the portrait suddenly flew up by itself.
This bizarre scene frightened them greatly, and someone rushed out of the ancestral hall, trying to escape this place, which was no longer a sacred haven for the village but akin to Hell, littered with corpses.
The hall’s door was shut. They pounded, smashed, and kicked it, but the usually fragile wooden door seemed like an iron door today.
Watching their descendants die miserably one after another; an official who was beaten so severely he was nearly disappearing suddenly lamented to the sky, his cry extremely wretched, more like he was invoking, invoking his Two Souls Seven Spirits.
Meanwhile, the judge seated high in the courtroom suddenly had a dazed expression, fainting in front of everyone’s eyes, impossible to awaken, falling into a vegetative coma.