Chapter 294: Chen Yuqi Sues Qin Feng and Lin Meng

Good grief, this family is utterly rotten—what trouble are they stirring up now?

They probably think there's treasure buried under the old house and came to dig it up—how ridiculous.

That night, the household of Lin Meng's second uncle and fourth uncle, together with the two aunts who had married out, suffered disgrace and loss of reputation; years later, when villagers spoke of their family, they still told tonight's incident as a joke to others.

The village head arrived and quickly dispersed the crowd.

Seeing the plot exposed and having just witnessed the strange event, Lin Jianxiang's group lost all desire to keep digging; they shouldered their shovels and left, each face grim.

The two timid aunts turned deathly pale; recalling the ghostly scene just now, their legs trembled.

But they had already done wrong, and dared not speak of it outside; they intended to keep it buried in their hearts, pretending it never happened.

Lin Meng hovered in midair, looking down on them, the corner of her mouth slightly curled.

"They're just going to dust off their backsides and leave? No way—they dug up the old residence like that and still have the nerve to just walk away?"

Lin Meng's thoughts shifted, and she quickly formed a plan.

She continued to condense a spirit-energy bullet at her fingertip, first aiming at her second uncle's knee in midair, then flicked her fingertip, launching the bullet.

The next second, Lin Jianxiang felt his knee sting, and unable to hold back, he fell to his knees with a thud.

Seeing this, the villagers all laughed at him.

But immediately after, Lin Jianshan, Li Qiaohui, Zhang Guilan, and the two already-terrified aunts were also struck in the knee by Lin Meng, each toppling forward onto their knees.

For a moment, everyone's gaze toward them changed.

Soon after, a wind rose in the village; the cool breeze swished past, yet it felt like a sinister wind, sending chills through everyone's hearts.

At this point, Lin Jianxiang and the others were as jumpy as a startled bird, their fear so great they wished they could wet themselves on the spot.

Lin Jianxiang gritted his teeth, "Get up quickly, don't let people laugh at us."

They rose again, standing timidly in place for a few seconds; seeing no further strange occurrence, their hearts still trembled.

The village head snorted coldly, increasingly convinced they were receiving instant retribution.

"Hurry up and leave—people do things and heaven watches; from now on, don't do any more wicked deeds!"

With those words, the village head led the way onward, while the villagers secretly watched Lin Jianxiang's group, waiting to see if they would cause an even bigger embarrassment.

Who would have thought, the situation grew ever more bizarre from then on.

Lin Jianxiang's party of six seemed possessed; after just a couple steps they would all drop to their knees together, and over a distance of ten or so meters they had already kowtowed seven or eight times.

Now even the village head felt something was off; a chill ran down his back as he leaned on his cane and shouted angrily.

"What have you all done! Truly sinful—hurry back to the old residence and fill in those pits for me!"

Unable to explain the strange phenomenon, the village head concluded that these people must have committed too many wicked deeds and were now suffering retribution, which served as a warning and punishment for them.

Lin Jianxiang, too, had no choice but to believe; he crawled back to the old residence, earnestly filled in the pits, fetched an incense burner, lit three sticks of incense, and knelt in the old residence's courtyard, continuously kowtowing.

"Dad, I was wrong—I shouldn't have been bewitched; from now on I'll never do such a thing again, please forgive me."

"Ancestors, don't scare me—I beg you, I know I was wrong."

"I, Li Qiaohui, will never again scheme against Lin Meng from now on; it's all our fault—please forgive us."

The villagers exchanged glances, each feeling a chill run down their spine.

"Is there really such a spooky thing? This is too frightening."

"It's retribution—look at the Lin Jianyang family, now they're in such a miserable state; surely they've committed many wicked deeds, and the retribution is unpleasant!"

"Just now Li Qiaohui mentioned Lin Meng—what does that have to do with Lin Meng?"

"Don't ask—do you really think Lin Meng has no issues at all? I think she's the most problematic; in short, we'd better not provoke this girl, as I find her the most uncanny."

The villagers whispered among themselves, while Lin Jianxiang's group finished their confession, abandoned their shovels, and stumbled away as if fleeing for their lives.

This time, none of them fell again, and no further strange occurrences happened.

Now everyone was even more convinced that it was all retribution.

For a while, no one dared to patronize Lin Meng's old residence anymore.

Not seeing Lin Meng or her carriage, the village head assumed she had already left, and he too walked away leaning on his cane.

The village fell back into silence, a deathly stillness.

In the gloomy night, a sudden creaking sound rang out.

The wide-open gate of the old residence shut itself and locked.

Lin Meng withdrew her spiritual power, glanced once more at the old residence, then turned and flew away on her sword.

She returned to Jing Shi the next afternoon; as soon as Lin Meng entered her home, she saw Qin Feng sitting upright on the sofa, while her aunt and uncle sat awkwardly to the side.

Seeing Lin Meng return, Lin Cuihua hurriedly stepped out and intercepted her in the foyer, speaking softly.

"Little Meng, how did the old master's creditor show up at the door? Didn't we pay off the debt? This guy looks like a ruffian—should you not go in first? I'll discuss with your uncle how to drive him away."

Lin Cuihua also regretted it; she shouldn't have let him in.

But the dog Lin Meng kept liked this person's appearance very much, being especially enthusiastic toward him.

They thought that since they could get so close to the dog, he couldn't be a bad person; but upon chatting, they discovered he was precisely the creditor to whom the old master owed money.

Lin Meng patted her aunt's hand to comfort her.

"No need, he's my friend now; these past few days you and your uncle have worked hard helping me look after the house."

"Not hard at all, not hard at all."

Lin Cuihua quickly waved her hands, "How could we have suffered? We just tidy the villa and walk the dog each day; this life is too leisurely, all thanks to Lin Meng's blessings."

While they spoke, Lin Meng had already walked into the living room.

Upon seeing her, Qin Feng rose to his feet, pointed at her, and struggled for a while to utter a word; it was Lin Meng who spoke first.

"What's up, Uncle? The variety show did well, right? You must have swept the board."

Qin Feng quickly stepped up to Lin Meng, tossed his hair, and flared with anger.

"How can you even say that, you little ancestor—you really are my little ancestor; you don't know how laughable Chen Yuqi is, he actually wants to sue me, and of course you can't escape either."

Lin Meng pouted; Chen Yuqi was embarrassed by her and caused such a big embarrassment—he will surely be furious and think of every way to get revenge.

As for Qin Feng here, the production crew will definitely be implicated as well.

She spread her hands, fearless.

"If he wants to sue, let him sue; the joke is his own timidity causing trouble—what does it have to do with me?"

Qin Feng slapped his thigh, "Exactly, what does it have to do with us? But you know, my little ancestor, they also have people behind them, their background is probably not small."

Lin Meng pouted, suddenly feeling something was off—this Fifth Lord Qin is not usually so timid.