Chapter 966: The Most Wicked Revenge

This was originally the Bedchamber of Ji Yingjie, but now the three of them couldn't even get through the door, so she ordered Nianyin: "Open it."

Cracking passwords and modifying programs were things Nianyin was well-versed in; it took less than ten minutes to open it.

After the door opened, the layout inside nearly twisted Ji Yingjie's nose in anger!

The originally luxurious room had been set up as a mourning hall.

The spirit tablets of Zhu Yiwen and Rong Huaying were placed on the offering table.

And not a single piece of the original furniture remained in the room; the carved wooden bed had been dismantled into pieces and stepped on as floorboards.

Zhu Qingxiang had done this on purpose, intentionally using this method to take revenge on Ji Yingjie.

"Bastard, Zhu Qingxiang, you go too far; I will definitely not let you off."

Ji Yingjie picked up Zhu Yiwen's spirit tablet to smash it—Shi Youxuan stopped her: "Aunt, you can't..."

Before the words had even faded, it was already smashed.

Just smashing the spirit tablet wasn't enough to satisfy her; she also went up and stomped on it hard several times, but her lingering anger was still not extinguished, and she prepared to take action against the other spirit tablet.

"Mother, you rest; let me handle such a small matter. Why should you have to do it yourself to smash her spirit tablet? She isn't worthy."

Nianyin followed suit.

Rong Huaying's spirit tablet was also held high and smashed heavily onto the ground.

The two women stepped on it and stomped hard several times; the spirit tablet was ruined like firewood, with no possibility of repair at all.

And all of this happened in just an instant, too fast to be stopped.

Shi Youxuan said helplessly: "You two are only concerned with venting your personal anger; do you still want to catch the person?"

"Every place he stays has surveillance; I feel there will be some here too."

Seeing the mourning hall destroyed, he definitely won't come back again; perhaps he will smuggle himself abroad, and it will be even harder to find him then.

Ji Yingjie:...

She had only been focused on being angry just now and hadn't thought that much.

Now that she was reminded by her niece, she realized that was indeed the case, so she regretted it.

But she couldn't say she regretted it; this was Ji Yingjie's stubbornness.

She widened her eyes: "Why didn't you say so earlier?"

Shi Youxuan: "I wanted to say it earlier, but could I be faster than the two of you? You two were faster than lightning; you smashed it in an instant."

Ji Yingjie was indifferent: "It's fine, smashed is smashed. There is no way I would endure humiliation for the sake of such a thing."

It didn't matter if Zhu Qingxiang found out; Ji Yingjie had a way to force him to show himself!

She gave an order to Nianyin: "I give you one week; develop the Underground Palace into a large-scale escape room. Put the advertisements out; the more and further, the better. It shouldn't just cover all of Jiangzhou, but also reach abroad, so the whole world knows."

Nianyin: "Yes."

Her mother had always been swift and decisive; whatever she ordered had to be done immediately.

Nianyin agreed and turned to leave, but her arm was grabbed by Shi Youxuan: "Wait a moment."

"Aunt, what exactly are you doing? How old are you? Can you not be so impulsive in doing things? The Underground Palace is the lifeblood of several generations of the Ji Family; are you just going to open it up like this?"

"If this is really done, there won't be a chance to regret it; you should think about it more."

"No need to think; my mind is made up. Just do it this way; go quickly."

Once she had made up her mind, no one could change it.

Thus, the large-scale escape room project was launched with great fanfare.

A hidden Underground Palace beneath a desolate and haunted reed marsh?

This news spread through Jiangzhou like explosive news; there was no need to advertise specifically, as various media outlets scrambled to report it, with front-page headlines in newspapers and twenty-four-hour broadcasts on television and the internet.

The number of people going to see the novelty at the Swamp every day was countless; Nianyin's phone was almost blown up, all by people wanting to cooperate and buy a share to get a piece of the pie.

The Ji Family was not short of money, so of course, they didn't need investors.

Nianyin rejected them all.

The Underground Palace opened to tourists a week later, featuring a very "distinctive" project.

Nianyin had people place two sculptures at the entrance—sculptures of Zhu Yiwen and Rong Huaying kneeling at the entrance.

People used laser guns to aim at the heads for target practice; hitting the head was ten points, hitting the heart was nine points, and hitting the arms or legs counted as eight points, with different prizes to be won.

This idea was both wicked and effective.

Of course, it wasn't Nianyin's idea, but Ji Yingjie's.

Watching the scene on television of tourists crowding in and lining up to shoot laser guns at his parents' sculptures, Zhu Qingxiang smashed a fist onto the coffee table in front of him, and the table shattered into two halves at the impact.

"Ji Yingjie, Shi Youxuan, you go too far; I will definitely not let you off."

He grabbed a beer can, took a fierce gulp, and then smashed it at the television.

Early morning.

Shi Family residential area.

A tall, thin figure quickly climbed over the wall and ran toward the Shi Family home.

He had scouted the location during the day; only two people lived here now—Ji Yingjie and Shi Yucheng.

A few days ago, Nianyin was guarding outside the door, and he didn't dare to act rashly, but for the past two days, that woman was probably too tired to hold on and wasn't guarding here at night, only coming by occasionally during the day.

He snuck outside the courtyard but didn't go in immediately; instead, he took out a computer and operated it to sabotage the surveillance and security system inside the house.

It went very smoothly; ten minutes later, a blue light appeared on the screen, indicating everything was successful and the security had failed.

He showed a mocking expression, thinking that the women of the Ji Family were nothing more than this; they only had those few tricks, and what else was there after using them?

He nimbly climbed over into the courtyard.

He was happy a bit too early; although the security system in the house had been blocked, the digital lock on the main door was not easy to crack and was quite difficult.

Time passed minute by minute; over ten minutes had gone by, but the password still hadn't been cracked.

He was very anxious; no wonder there was no difficulty in hacking the surveillance, it turned out all their efforts were focused on the combination lock.

He lowered his head and fiddled for another ten minutes or so, but the password still wasn't cracked; this wouldn't do, he had to think of another way.

He broke into a sweat from anxiety, and the clothes on his back were soaked through by the sweat.

Sweat dripped down from his forehead and flowed into his eyes.

He reached out to wipe his sweat and happened to look up—he nearly fainted from anger!

The second-floor window was open.

He had been fiddling with his head down for a long time, anxious to death, yet he hadn't noticed the window upstairs was open.

The surveillance had already been blocked; he just needed to climb in.

It didn't take any effort at all; in a few moves, he climbed to the second floor and jumped in through the window.

"Pfft—"

What did he step on?

It was very sticky.

By the dim light from the courtyard, he couldn't see very clearly, but he could roughly guess that the room seemed to be under renovation, and this pile on the floor was mixed cement.

Just as he was preparing to pull his foot out, there was movement outside.

Someone was speaking, a woman: "Where did Lan Pangzi run off to? He was clearly here before I went to sleep, how is he gone?"

The man said: "The doors are all locked tight, he won't run out, rest assured."

The woman: "How could I possibly rest assured? Lan Pang is the one most dear to my heart, much better than you."

The man: "Hmph! If he's so good, then go live with him."

The woman: "No, I want both; I want you and Lan Pang, both of you must stay with me."

The man was not only not angry, but his voice sounded a bit happy: "That's more like it."

The dark shadow cursed inwardly: "Bah! Shameless! You dog of a couple."

"Pangzi."

"Pangzi."

The voices were getting closer and closer, and the dark shadow became increasingly nervous.