Quick Transmigration: A Super-Effective Novel Within a Super-Effective Novel

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Apart from the drunken and confused Lin Sha and the mentally challenged Lin Er, Grandma Lin, Lin San, and Jiang Xiaohua all stared at Lin Zhao in disbelief.

Grandma Lin was the first to react. She slapped her thigh and exclaimed "Hey!" before stepping forward to untie the rope binding Lin Da.

She was still cursing under her breath, "You damned brat! You've gone too far, daring to tie up your older brother! I'll beat you to death later!"

Lin San also started making a fuss, thinking that Lin Zhao's voice was full of energy, so he must have secretly gone out to eat something delicious.

"Grandma! That brat has gotten too bold! She's stealing food herself! She doesn't care if we live or die! We have to beat her! Ah—"

"Hit me? You dare to even think about it!"

Before Lin San could finish speaking, Lin Zhao stepped forward and punched Lin San in the chin.

Lin San's jaw dislocated instantly, and he fell off the chair, his head hitting the ground hard.

"Boom."

"That voice is quite pleasant. There's a real difference between someone with a brain full of water and someone without." Lin Zhao chuckled. "Then let me enjoy it a bit more."

As he spoke, Lin Zhao stepped forward, grabbed Lin San's hair, and slammed his head to the ground again.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

"sounds so good."

Lin San's head was smashed open and bleeding profusely, but Lin Zhao laughed even harder.

"Ah, ah..." Lin San was powerless to fight back and could only stammer out sounds of pain.

When Grandma Lin, who was untying the rope for Lin Da, saw Lin San's side, her heart almost broke. She rushed over to Lin Zhao and tried to tear and hit her.

"You little brat, I'll beat you to death! Ah—"

Lin Zhao grabbed Grandma Lin's wrist, which was as stiff as a withered tree branch, and snapped it with a "crack." Grandma Lin's hand stood up in a twisted shape on her wrist, just like a chicken claw.

"You little brat! Ahhh, it hurts, it hurts!" Grandma Lin was in so much pain that she could barely stand.

"Kill me? With those two chicken feet of yours?" Lin Zhao coldly gripped Grandma Lin's wrist.

She glanced at Grandma Lin, then stomped hard on Grandma Lin's kneecap. With two "crack" sounds, Grandma Lin's knee joint broke.

"Ahhhhhh—" Grandma Lin cried out in pain. Lin Zhao released her chicken claws, and Grandma Lin fell to the ground, her hands and feet trembling uncontrollably.

Lin Sha, who had been watching from the side, had already sobered up from the alcohol. He was stunned for a moment, then frightened for a moment. Only when Grandma Lin was rendered useless by Lin Zhao did he rush over in a panic.

"You wretched girl! You even dared to hit your own grandma! You have no conscience! You're unfilial!"

"Snapped--"

Before Lin Sha could even get close to Lin Zhao, Lin Zhao grabbed a wooden table from the room and slapped him across the nose.

"what!"

Lin Sha was struck back by the wooden table, his back hitting the kang (a heated brick bed), breaking several ribs instantly, and he couldn't get up.

"I have no conscience? I'm unfilial? Ha, you want to eat oil and fat, don't you? Fine, then I'll be filial."

Lin Zhao snorted, turned around with a smile, and returned to Lin Da's side, who was still tied up.

With a flick of her wrist, a small knife appeared in her hand. She brandished the knife at Lin Da, who looked on with utter terror.

"Pfft-"

"Well!"

The sharp blade pierced into Lin Da's flesh, but because Lin Da was so fat, not a single drop of blood splattered out.

Even so, Lin Da was still terrified and wet himself.

"Oily, good, oily."

Lin Zhao didn't stop, and with a swift and clean motion, he sliced ​​off a piece of flesh from Lin Da's body with the small knife. The flesh was fat and smelly, and Lin Zhao grimaced in disgust.

She held the piece of meat with the knife, walked steadily to Lin San who had lost his mind, lifted Lin San's head, and stuffed the meat into his mouth.

"Didn't you want some oil and fat? Didn't you want to eat meat? Come on, eat up!"

"Give it to me!"

"Don't vomit!"

Lin Zhao forcefully shoved Lin Da's flesh into Lin San's mouth. Lin San instinctively resisted in pain, but Lin Zhao didn't care. Even if the razor blade slashed Lin San's face to pieces, she still forced the flesh in.

"Ugh... ugh!"

After Lin Zhao successfully stuffed the meat in, to prevent Lin San from spitting it out, she punched Lin San in the chin again, forcing him to swallow it.

"How is it? Is it oily enough? Is the meat fatty enough? Does it taste good? Hmm?"

Another punch.

"Say something! Is it good?"

"vomit!"

Another punch, each one landing squarely.

"After you finish this, let me see who's next."

After tidying up Lin San, Lin Zhao returned to Lin Da's side and, without saying a word, sliced ​​off another piece of fat. This time, she delivered it to Grandma Lin.

Grandma Lin swore she had never been so resistant to eating meat.

But right now, she was trembling with pain and didn't even have the strength to resist, so she could only let Lin Zhao stuff the rotten meat into her mouth.

"Ugh, sob sob!"

"Is the oil and fat produced by my own precious grandson good for you? Hmm? Is it good?" Lin Zhao patted Grandma Lin's cheek with a small knife and asked again.

Grandma Lin had seen Lin San suffer; he dared not spit out, nor could he swallow; he was utterly speechless with grief.

But that one second of hesitation enraged Lin Zhao, who grabbed Grandma Lin's hair and slammed her head against the ground.

"You're so picky! You want something juicy and delicious, right? Still being picky? I'll show you what pickiness is!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Lin Zhao's obsessive-compulsive disorder kicked in, and he was hitting Grandma Lin's head with extreme seriousness. If the bleeding was too little, he would switch to hitting that side, making sure that the hitting was even and uniform before he was satisfied.

Then, she fed Lin Sha meat in the same way, and naturally beat Lin Sha until his head was bleeding.

She also found some wine in the house, beat Lin Sha until his skin was torn and bleeding, and then poured all the wine on him, making Lin Sha scream like a pig being slaughtered.

However, Lin Zhao had already created a barrier using props, so people outside couldn't hear or see the situation at the Lin family's place, and calling out would be pointless.

"How was it? Good wine and good meat, are you full? Satisfied? Am I being filial? Am I being filial? Hmm?"

Lin Sha fainted from the pain, and Lin Zhao spat out in boredom, "Tch, not a single one of them can fight."

Lin Zhao turned around and scanned the room, just in time to meet the gaze of Jiang Xiaohua, who was huddled in a corner. Jiang Xiaohua had witnessed everything Lin Zhao had done.

She looked tremblingly at Lin Zhao, then tremblingly at the people wailing all over the floor inside the room.

When she saw Lin Zhao walking towards Lin Er, who had already wet his pants and soiled his pants in fear, Jiang Xiaohua hesitated for a moment but still crawled towards Lin Zhao, trembling.

"Xiao Wu, your second brother is just a fool. He didn't do anything to you..." Jiang Xiaohua pleaded, tugging at Lin Zhao's clothes.

"So you know how they've treated me all these years." Lin Zhao looked down at Jiang Xiaohua without a trace of pity. "What? They're their biological children, but their daughter isn't?"

Lin Zhao had no sympathy for Jiang Xiaohua, this woman. Her weakness and incompetence were also a trigger for the original owner's tragedy, and her indifference and indulgence directly hurt the original owner.

"Xiao, Xiao Wu..." Jiang Xiaohua lowered her eyes with guilt.

"Ha, an accomplice is still a murderer. Besides, isn't Lin Er the one who loves to throw tantrums and make trouble for others? He always makes fun of others for no reason." Lin Zhao looked at Lin Er with disgust. "Well then, I'll throw a tantrum myself this time."

As she spoke, she swung the wooden stool and smashed it at Lin Er.

"No!" Jiang Xiaohua cried out.

But Lin Zhao ignored her and only stopped when she had smashed Lin Er until he was covered in blood and his skin was torn open.

She released the blood-stained wooden bench, which had been smashed into awl-like pieces, tilted her head, and stepped on Jiang Xiaohua's lower abdomen. "If you only know how to give birth but not how to raise children, and only know how to raise children but not how to educate them, then you might as well not have given birth in the first place."

Lin Zhao's tone was icy: "You don't deserve to be a mother at all."

"No, no!" Jiang Xiaohua shook her head in terror.

Lin Zhao didn't even look at her. He exerted force with his foot, and his powerful cultivation instantly pierced Jiang Xiaohua's lower abdomen like thousands of needles.

"what--"

That was a cursed cultivation level; Jiang Xiaohua, in this life and the next, for all eternity, has lost the right to be a mother again.