Phi-Fic Chapter 290 The 6s' "Brother-Supporting Demon" (Part 7)
Chapter 290 The 6s' "Brother-Supporting Demon" (Part 7)
Chapter 290 The Brother-Supporting Demon of the 1960s 7
Forget about giving up, they're all going to die!
Her money isn't so easy to take.
The Zhou family lived in a large courtyard, with two rooms separated by a yard that belonged to the Zhou family.
This put Qingmo in a difficult position, as he had originally intended to burn them to death in one fell swoop.
Setting a fire is definitely out of the question; if it catches fire, it won't just affect the Zhou family.
The houses in the tenement are all connected; it would seem strange if the fire only burned the Zhou family's house.
There are plenty of ways to let them die slowly, but she doesn't want to waste time.
If she leaves these scumbags half-dead, they'll come knocking on her door and bother her again. She might as well just kill them all and be done with it.
At dinner, everyone was preoccupied and had little appetite.
Qingmo only ate a couple of bites before stopping. Of course, she wasn't upset about such a small thing; the food was simply too bad for her to eat.
Seeing her like this, Danian thought she was also worried about her uncle's family, so he couldn't help but comfort her, "Mom, it's okay. No matter what, Xiaonian and I will take care of this family."
Hmm? What's going on?
Qingmo glanced at her silly son, puzzled. What was he saying?
No one answered, and the atmosphere became slightly awkward.
Da Nian touched his head and thought, "Never mind, I'll just lower my head and drink my porridge."
After dinner, everyone naturally went back to their own rooms. The two sons whispered about what had happened during the day in their rooms, while Qingmo quietly went out.
When it comes to such important matters, one must naturally take charge personally. If everything is done by a puppet, there's no sense of accomplishment.
Qingmo arrived at the Zhou family's house. She concealed herself and quietly slipped into the house.
The Zhou family members were sitting together, their faces full of smug satisfaction at having succeeded in their scheme. They were discussing how to cause trouble at the Wang family's house.
Zhou Yue: "Dad, my sister is such a coward. I don't know what someone said to her, but her personality suddenly changed. She actually dared to treat us like this."
Father Zhou snorted coldly: "Hmph, a little girl, born to be a slave to the Zhou family. She's been doing it for so many years, and now she wants to get rid of us? It's not that easy."
Zhou's mother said, "Old man, that girl is all sweet talk and no action. If I coax her a little, she'll be overjoyed. Maybe I should go and soften her tone tomorrow and coax her a bit more?"
The others agreed with this, as they understood the original owner's personality quite well.
Zhou Jun: "Grandma, you must bring the job back. It belongs to my wife. From now on, my mom will take care of the child, and my wife can go to work."
"Alright, alright, they're all my precious grandson's. Don't worry, Grandma will make sure your aunt behaves well."
The group was having a lively discussion, but Qingmo listened quietly for a while, finding it quite boring, and a cold smile curled at the corner of her mouth.
He took out a talisman and injected it into Zhou Jun's body, then waited to watch the show.
The moment the talisman entered his body, Zhou Jun's entire demeanor changed. He looked dazed and confused, then suddenly stood up straight and walked out.
"Huh? Junzi, where are you going so late?"
Upon hearing the question, Zhou Jun turned around, revealing a sinister smile that sent chills down everyone's spines, before heading towards the kitchen.
Everyone was puzzled for a moment, but they didn't think too much about it and started discussing among themselves how to get benefits from the Wang family.
Before they could discuss it for long, Zhou Jun came in carrying a kitchen knife.
Zhou Yue frowned: "Junzi, what are you doing? It's so late at night, why don't you put the knife back? If you scare your grandparents, I'll teach you a lesson later."
Zhou Jun didn't say anything, but walked step by step toward the crowd with his knife. By the time the Zhou family realized something was wrong, the knife was already on Zhou Yue.
Screams erupted one after another, everyone was terrified by the sudden turn of events.
“Junzi, are you crazy? That’s your father!” Zhou Jun’s mother was the first to stand up and pull her son away.
Zhou Jun remained silent, pushed his mother aside, and slashed at Zhou Yue again and again.
Zhou Yue's eyes widened as he tried to resist, only to find that both of his legs had been severed, leaving him completely unable to move.
Zhou Jun's wife was the first to want to run away, so she grabbed her son and rushed out.
For some reason, she felt trapped in a circle, unable to escape, as if an invisible wall was blocking her way.
"Ah, help! Help! Murder! Junzi has gone mad! He's gone mad!"
Others tried to cover her mouth; after all, Zhou Jun was the Zhou family's precious grandson and couldn't be taken away.
"Junzi, stop! Stop! I'm your grandfather, and that's your father down there. Please stop!"
No matter what people around him said, Zhou Jun seemed not to hear them. He had only one thought in his mind: to kill them all.
The screams echoed throughout the small courtyard, but the neighbors seemed oblivious to them.
In the courtyard at night, you could even hear the wind rustling through the trees, but no one could hear the Zhou family's shouts.
In no time, only a few cold corpses remained in the Zhou family, and Zhou Jun sat among them, his face covered in blood.
He kept muttering, "Kill them, kill them, kill them all."
Apart from Zhou Jun, no one else in the Zhou family survived, including Zhou Jun's own wife and children. His innocent child was a pity, but his father wouldn't let him live. Tsk tsk tsk.
After watching the whole spectacle, Qingmo dusted off her clothes—dust that didn't even exist—and went back to sleep.
Of course, she was going to take the Zhou family's money; and believe it or not, there was a whopping 258 yuan.
She didn't waste the food in the kitchen; she took it away and brought it back, because she still had a family to support.