Uncle Hu squatted down and picked up the peach wood sword, his eyes wide with anger. "I'll beat you to death, what the hell!"
His relatives knew Uncle Hu's temper to some extent. Just looking at his build, one would think he had a fiery temper, but in reality, Uncle Hu rarely lost his temper when interacting with him.
Seeing Uncle Hu angry today, they were all startled.
Aunt Hu was even more panicked, and no longer wailed as she had before.
"I just thought Dad broke his leg, I never imagined that this fall would cost him his life."
"It's all your fault. If you had gone earlier, Dad might have survived. But you took hours to get here."
It was better not to mention it, but saying it almost made Uncle Hu faint from anger.
Zhao Yan felt quite speechless.
They say daughters are their father's little cotton-padded jackets, but this one was probably a poisonous one.
Uncle Hu swung the peach wood sword fiercely.
Aunt Hu retreated, the peach wood sword hit her shoulder, and she immediately cried out, "Murder! Murder!"
Her voice was so loud that Zhao Yan covered her ears.
The relatives rushed over to stop Uncle Hu.
Now it was a complete mess.
Just then, Aunt Hu, who was still desperately running out, suddenly stopped, raised her hand, and slapped herself hard in the face.
She used so much force that her mouth was swollen within moments.
Even so, she continued to slap herself.
Listening to the sound of the slaps, everyone quieted down, and all eyes turned towards Aunt Hu.
Zhao Yan narrowed her eyes. It was only natural for a father to discipline his daughter, and she couldn't interfere.
She picked up an apple, wiped it, took a bite, and sat on a stool.
Seeing this, Uncle Hu put down the peach wood sword and said to Zhao Yan, "Master, what's wrong with her?"
Uncle Hu knew his sister very well; she would never hit herself.
"Your father couldn't stand it any longer and possessed her to teach her a lesson. When your father has vented his anger, she will calm down." Zhao Yan took the peach wood sword and placed it on the table.
Upon hearing that it was the old master who had possessed her, the relatives exchanged glances, and no one stepped forward to stop her.
Aunt Hu kept hitting herself, even losing two teeth, her mouth full of blood.
Her husband couldn't bear to watch. If this continued, she might be beaten to death.
"Master, please do something. If this continues, my wife will lose her life."
"My son is still young, what if she dies!"
Uncle Hu was very angry, but he couldn't just watch his own sister die before his eyes.
"Zhao..."
Before he could finish, Zhao Yan said, "Wait a moment."
If the old master wasn't allowed to vent his anger, he might become a vengeful spirit, and Uncle Hu's family would suffer.
After hitting herself for more than ten minutes, Aunt Hu finally stopped. Looking closely, her face was as swollen as a pig's.
"Jia Feng!"
As Aunt Hu's husband was about to rush over to check on her, Aunt Hu glared at him, and he immediately felt a chill.
Having shared the same bed for so many days, he instantly knew that this was clearly not his wife.
"Dad! Is that you? Dad!"
"It's me!" Aunt Hu glared, her face filled with displeasure.
A deep male voice came from Aunt Hu's mouth, and for a moment, the relatives understood that it was indeed Old Master Hu.
They had all heard ghost stories when they were young, and they never expected to witness one after living so long. For a moment, they marveled at Zhao Yan.
"Dad, I finally get to see you, Dad!" Uncle Hu ran over and cried like a child in front of Aunt Hu.
Zhao Yan walked over quickly, took the DSLR camera from Wu Jiaxin, and brought the lens closer, recording the genuine emotions of the father and son reuniting.
Then she stepped back and checked this segment.
She had new video material for this issue.
A son wishes to support his parents, but they are no longer there; cherish the people in front of you.
Seeing the burly Uncle Hu crying like a child, the relatives wiped away their tears.
No matter how old one gets, they are still a child in front of their father.
"With you in this family, Dad is relieved!" Aunt Hu patted Uncle Hu's back, whispered a few words in his ear, and then slumped back.
The affirmation from his own father made Uncle Hu cry even harder.
Zhao Yan said, "Uncle Hu, your father is gone!"
She picked up a tissue and handed it to Uncle Hu.
"Thank you!" Uncle Hu took it, wiped his tears, and said, "Master, is my sister alright?"
"She's fine. Your father only inflicted superficial wounds. She'll recover in a few weeks. The reason she fainted was that your father possessed her, and her body couldn't handle it, so she fainted. Let her lie down for a night, and she'll be fine tomorrow," Zhao Yan said.
"Uncle Hu, I used two amplification talismans this time to broadcast your voices so that your father could hear them. They are also called 'loudspeaker talismans'."
"Each one costs a thousand yuan."
Uncle Hu understood and took out his phone. "It's truly worth the money. These two talismans are absolutely worth it."
Putting aside everything else, he was very satisfied just to be able to see his father.
Even if Zhao Yan had said they cost ten thousand yuan each, they would still be worth it.
"Alipay transaction of two thousand yuan received."
Zhao Yan put away her phone. She had earned three thousand yuan today, and with her balance, her current savings were eleven thousand four hundred and sixty-seven yuan and sixty-seven cents.
"Master Zhao, my father also asked me to do one more thing for him."
"My mother passed away early, and we were all raised by my father. Now that he's in the underworld and knows my mother has already reincarnated, he's asked me to have you burn a paper wife for him. Make her like a modest young lady, about 1.73 meters tall, slender and well-proportioned, and not too old. It's best to burn a younger one..."
As she listened, black lines appeared on Zhao Yan's forehead. This old man had quite high demands.
"Master Zhao, I think the figures of domestic A-list actresses are well-proportioned. I want to show filial piety to my father, so why not make one for him according to the styles of A-list stars, one by one."
Zhao Yan rolled her eyes. "I really thank them on your behalf. Thinking of them at a time like this."
"So, it's decided?" Uncle Hu asked.
"You're really lacking in virtue. How about this, Uncle Hu, I'll use my imagination to draw them first, and then make paper figures according to the drawings. The cost for drawing and making them will be five hundred yuan each. How many do you want?" Zhao Yan said.
"Ten for now," Uncle Hu said generously.
"Alright, then pay a deposit of two thousand yuan." Zhao Yan opened her payment QR code.
Uncle Hu smiled. "What deposit? Don't I trust Master Zhao's work?"
"Alipay transaction of five thousand yuan received."
Zhao Yan gave a thumbs-up. "Uncle Hu is truly straightforward and willing to spend money on your father."
As she spoke, she glanced at the still unconscious Aunt Hu. They were siblings, yet the difference in their character was so vast.