By reading my mind, I defeated the crazy regent

Interesting, so interesting.

"Are you scared now? It's too late. It's useless to regret. So many people died. They all deserved it."

"Really? Then you should be counted as well. You deserve to die."

The cold voice seemed to ring in Tang Qishan's ears, like a ghost, making Tang Qishan feel terrified for a moment.

He seemed to hear Tang Qiansui's voice, but also felt that he was the one who appeared to welcome her.

This is the Tang family's backyard, how could Tang Qiansui's voice be heard here?

Tang Qishan comforted himself in his heart, but he didn't dare to look back.

He stared at the group of Tang family members standing opposite him, and finally saw the dull expressions on their faces.

Their eyes seemed more like they were looking behind him than at him.

At that moment, the creepy feeling became stronger.

"No, no, no, don't scare yourself. This must be a trap set by those little bastards from the Tang family. They're deliberately trying to scare people."

"Tang Qiansui has been dead for two months. She must be dead. She must be dead, with not even a trace of bones left."

"So there must be nothing behind me. No Tang Qiansui, and no messy stuff."

"I can't look back. If I do, I'll be tricked. If I turn around, they'll definitely catch me off guard and attack me."

Tang Qishan's heart was full of self-consolation, but every word he said was self-deception.

He angrily shouted at the Tang family members across from him: "What are you doing? Why are you all silent? You're playing tricks on me. It's ridiculous."

The Tang family seemed to be awakened by his words and became excited all of a sudden.

But they didn't make any noise, and the younger ones clenched their fists with tears in their eyes.

The older man breathed rapidly and turned his head away fiercely, as if a heavy burden had finally been lifted from him.

The condition of the Tang family drove Tang Qishan crazy.

"What do you mean? What are you doing?"

Tang Qiansui said quietly, "If you want to know what they mean, why don't you just look back and find out? Why bother asking them?"

This time, Tang Qishan couldn't deceive himself no matter what.

That voice belonged to Tang Qiansui.

It came from behind him.

Tang Qishan turned around suddenly, but his eyes went dark and he felt a gust of strong wind with a fishy smell coming towards him.

With a dull thud, Tang Qishan felt a sharp pain on his forehead and stumbled to the ground.

"Ah! My head!"

Tang Qishan covered his head and rolled over in pain, feeling as if his head was smashed to pieces by the club.

Tang Qiansui used all her strength and swung the pickaxe with great anger, which was extremely powerful.

Of course Tang Qishan was in pain, and he felt like dying.

But this is not enough, it is not enough to calm the anger and hatred in Tang Qiansui's heart.

The moment she opened the door and stood in front of the Tang family was the moment she completely identified with the Tang family.

For some unknown reason, many of the elders of the Tang family died for her.

There are still many people imprisoned in the prison behind the Tang family.

The group of Tang family members in front of him were looking for him without any regrets.

They still defended her, and for whatever reason, it was enough for them to do so.

Tang Qiansui would not ask others to work hard for her.

But once such a person appears, she is willing to repay them wholeheartedly.

Tang Qiansui walked up to Tang Qishan with the pickaxe in her hand, and without hesitation, she swung the pickaxe and smashed it down.

"Ah!"

Tang Qishan felt like his legs were about to break and the pain was excruciating.

Tang Qiansui asked coldly, "You came to my house to bully my relatives, curse my elders, and humiliate my younger generations."

"Tang Qishan, do you really think I have a good temper?"

Tang Qishan was frightened by Tang Qiansui's sudden appearance and cruel methods and retreated repeatedly.

But the severe pain in his head and his broken legs prevented him from retreating smoothly.

Tang Qiansui had no intention of giving in. She pressed on step by step with a cold expression.

"Did I ever tell you not to step into my house again? Do you take my words as bullshit?"

"Tang Qiansui, I'm your father. Do you want to kill your father?"

Tang Qishan finally got over the excruciating pain, and as if he had run out of ideas, he could only shout out this sentence.

In his opinion, this was the only way he could threaten Tang Qiansui or even restrain her.

Tang Qiansui's father's identity is what Tang Qishan despises the most, but now it is his life-saving talisman.

But Tang Qiansui didn't buy it.

"Yes, I will kill my father today, and no one can stop me."

As he finished speaking, the pickaxe was already raised. If it was dropped hard, Tang Qishan's skull would be shattered and he would die on the spot.

Judging from Tang Qiansui's strength, she was already using her full strength.

Tang Qishan's pupils constricted, and he felt as if death had strangled his throat, and fear was overwhelming.

He was so frightened that he lost his voice.

"This beast is really trying to kill me! It's over, my life is over."

"Aunt, stop it!"

In a flash, a childish voice cried out.

A young boy rushed over to Tang Qiansui, knelt in front of her, hugged her legs tightly, and trembled all over.

Tang Qiansui's powerful strike froze abruptly in mid-air.

She looked at the young boy in front of her with bloodshot eyes. He was only about eleven or twelve years old, but he already had white hair.

She remembered this child. The last time she saw him, he was still a carefree young boy, with black hair that shone with a dark luster in the sunlight.

But how could this child have premature gray hair after just two months of not seeing him?

The young boy raised his head, tears streaming down his face like a stream, his dark pupils already showing the vicissitudes of life.

Tang Qiansui's heart tightened.

What the hell is going on!

"Aunt, don't kill him."

The young boy's trembling voice was like a needle, piercing Tang Qiansui's heart.

She asked, "Why not kill him? He deserves to die."

Children don’t know hatred yet, and they are kind-hearted but don’t understand that this person doesn’t deserve their kindness.

But the young boy spoke slowly and clearly, "He deserves to die, but it shouldn't be my aunt who killed him. I don't want my aunt to be branded as a patricide."

"He doesn't deserve to ruin my aunt's life."

Tang Qiansui's eyes were as red as if dripping blood.

She looked at the child and finally dropped the pickaxe in her hand in pain.

Tang Qiansui took the child's hand and pulled him up.

"Good boy, what's your name?"

"Tang Jiabao."

The young boy held Tang Qiansui's hand tightly, his palms were sweaty. He wanted to let go because he was afraid that his aunt would dislike him, but he couldn't bear to do so.

Tang Qiansui sensed it and held the child's hand tightly.

"Well done, Jiabao. You are calmer and more rational than your aunt."

"Let's not kill him. Let's let him fend for himself."

Tang Qiansui looked up at the Tang family and announced, "Pass the order down. From now on, no one is allowed to help Tang Qishan."