Old Mo, eating fish in a courtyard house, reigning supreme in Hong Kong.

Chapter 37: A Pot of Human Flesh Porridge

Before Xiao Feng from Uncle Er's family died, Lao Mo asked them the same question.

Yan Bugui really wanted to rush up and grab Lao Mo, and whisper to him, "What do you want to know? Ask away, and I'll tell you whatever you ask."

However, in the end, he didn't rush forward. If he said these things, Yan Bugui would be finished. He couldn't bear such consequences.

At that moment, he truly regretted taking up someone else's house.

Unfortunately, it's too late to regret it now.

"Old Yan, what does he mean? Does he want to kill our grandson?"

Yang Ruihua's voice trembled as she spoke.

Yan Bugui was also very scared. He lowered his voice and roared, "What are you afraid of? Keep a close eye on Xiaohua from now on and don't let him go outside."

Besides taking him to home, I also take him to work. I want to see how he'll fight back.

Yan Bugui thought that taking his grandson to school, away from Lao Mo, would be safer.

A class is only a few tens of minutes long, and teachers with plenty of rest time can help look after the children.

He refused to believe that Old Mo could kill his grandson in a place with so many people, such as a school.

Therefore, the most dangerous place is in the courtyard house, but as long as the whole family guards it, Lao Mo will not be able to make a move.

It's a pity that he didn't even have the chance to take it to school.

Regardless of what they thought, Lao Mo went straight to the Intermediate People's Court.

There was a corpse lying in the courtyard, covered with a white sheet. Jia Zhangshi was kneeling there, wailing and crying.

I didn't see Qin Huairu; maybe she went to buy a coffin?

The other onlookers did not approach, but watched from a distance. The residents of the middle courtyard hid in their homes, peeking through the cracks in their doors to see what was happening outside.

As soon as they saw Lao Mo walk into the Intermediate People's Court, everyone knew that something interesting was about to happen.

Sure enough, Jia Zhangshi, who was crying and making a fuss, suddenly stopped and turned to look at Lao Mo.

A look of resentment suddenly flashed in his eyes. This was followed by a frantic wail.

"Old Mo, you little bastard, you wretched child who killed your parents and your wife, how dare you come back?"

You killed my grandson, you'll die a horrible death! My grandson will haunt you even as a ghost, you bastard…”

Given Old Mo's composure, such curses could no longer harm him.

Old Mo chuckled coldly and whispered, "Old hag, you killed your parents, your husband, your son, and now you've killed your grandson."

Next, you will kill your granddaughter, and then your daughter-in-law. Finally, your entire Jia family will be wiped out. Hehehehehe…”

Old Mo realized that his laughter sounded exactly like that of a villain. No wonder he didn't have a system despite being a transmigrator; it turned out he wasn't the protagonist.

"You bastard, how dare you insult me! I'll fight you to the death..."

With a roar, Jia Zhangshi stood up and charged at Lao Mo, brandishing her Nine Yin White Bone Claw.

This guy's Nine Yin White Bone Claw lives up to its name; if you get caught in it, you'll get poisoned and inflamed. Who in the compound isn't afraid of that?

However, she had only taken two steps when her foot seemed to trip over something, and she couldn't lift it up.

With a thud, the round and plump Jia Zhangshi let out a howl and fell headfirst to the ground, her nose flattened and blood gushing out.

"Oh dear, Madam Jia, you're so old, you don't need to bow so deeply to me. Hehehehehe..."

Jia Zhangshi raised her head, her face covered in blood, and instantly became extremely ferocious.

"Old Mo, you little bastard, you little beast, I'll fight you to the death..."

Jia Zhangshi got up again and rushed towards Lao Mo.

However, she had only taken two steps when she collapsed again.

This time the fall was even harder than the last one.

Jia Zhangshi was immediately dizzy and disoriented from the fall.

"Hehehehehe, Jia Zhangshi, you've got the wrong person. Even your grandson couldn't stand it anymore. Otherwise, why would you fall down as soon as you get up? It must be your grandson who was so angry that he stopped you from fighting me! Hehehehehehe..."

Old Mo walked straight over, stepped on her head, then stepped on her body, and walked over her body.

Jia Zhangshi felt so aggrieved; she wanted to get up and fight back, but she couldn't.

She fell twice in a row, and her whole body ached. Frustrated, she lay on the ground and began to sob.

"What a terrible thing, you little beast..."

Old Mo returned to the backyard, where white papers were hung everywhere.

A small coffin was placed at the entrance of the Liu family's house.

Without a doubt, Xiaofeng's body has already been placed inside.

As soon as Lao Mo stepped into the backyard, the Liu family members glared angrily at him.

Old Mo shrugged, ignoring them completely, opened the door, went home, and went to cook and eat.

Meanwhile, at the Yan family home, Yang Ruihua was cooking.

Sunzi Xiaohua has been handed over to Yan Jiefang to take care of.

Their stove is the kind built like those in the countryside, not as big as those in the countryside, but not small either.

At this moment, porridge is cooking on the stove; a large pot of it is thin porridge.

Tonight they ate large steamed buns with thin porridge, plus a small bowl of pickled vegetables—that was their dinner.

It's 1970 now, and there's no shortage of food anymore. A few years earlier, their family would have just had cornbread and pickled vegetables at most.

The porridge boiled, and the scalding steam pushed open the lid, causing white foam to rise to the surface.

This white foam is actually rice milk, which is a good thing and shouldn't be wasted.

Yang Ruihua immediately went over, opened the pot lid, and a thick steam billowed into the sky.

Yang Ruihua had just put the pot lid back on when her grandson, Xiaohua, came running in from outside.

A toddler who is just over two years old can already run with a lot of energy, and he is quite mischievous.

"Grandma, Grandma, quack quack quack..."

Xiao Hua laughed heartily and ran towards Yang Ruihua.

"Oh dear, my good grandson, slow down, be careful not to fall."

Yang Ruihua quickly bent down, picked up her grandson, and then prepared to carry him to pour the porridge into a basin.

However, she had only taken two steps when the accident happened.

She felt something trip her up, and she couldn't move at all. Then, she fell forward.

It wasn't a big deal that she fell; the place she fell on was right in front of the scalding hot pot. The most important thing was that at that moment, her grandson suddenly slipped from her grasp and fell into the boiling pot with a splash.

"Ahhh..."

Xiao Hua started rolling around frantically in the pot, screaming in agony...

He tried to climb out, but he was too small and didn't know how to save himself.

The pot was for cooking porridge, and it was so slippery that he kept rolling around but couldn't climb out.

As it happened, Yang Ruihua's upper body also fell into the pot, scalding her so much that she cried out and jumped up, took two steps back, lost her balance, and sat down on the ground with a thud.

Only then did she hear her grandson's screams.

"Oh no, my dear grandson..."

Yang Ruihua quickly got up and reached out to grab his beloved grandson.

However, as soon as she put her hand into the pot, she was burned and pulled it back with a cry.

If it were a mother, she would most likely grab it with one hand, and no matter how hot it is, it wouldn't kill her.

Unfortunately, she was just a grandmother.

"Help! Someone, please help!"

"Xiao Hua fell into the pot..."

Yang Ruihua screamed hysterically.

Meanwhile, she didn't sit idle; she quickly ran to get a fishing net. However, her net was too small, and she couldn't scoop anything up at all.

She scooped around a few times, and the net snapped in two. It couldn't withstand the force.

Most importantly, Xiaohua was still struggling desperately, and they couldn't catch her at all.

When Yan Bugui and Yan Jiefang rushed in upon hearing the noise, Xiao Hua was already half-cooked in the pot and could no longer move.

In fact, even if a child cooked like this were saved, it would be useless. Even if they survived, they would only be a burden.

Well, now we have a pot of human flesh porridge. I wonder if it will taste good?