Chapter 230: Home Judgment

Xu Cheng'an seemed as if an invisible hand had clutched his throat; he staggered backward, fell hard onto the costly floor, his trembling fingers pointed toward the door, his throat emitted a wheezing "ho ho" sound, and he could not utter a single word.

What are you losing your mind over!

On the sofa, the elegantly dressed Li Juan frowned and cursed, seeing that her husband's appearance was not feigned, she reluctantly stepped forward to help him.

First thing in the morning, you seeing a ghost or what?

Xu Cheng'an's face was as pale as paper, his lips trembled like a sieve, he seized his wife's arm with astonishing strength, his Nail almost embedded in the flesh.

"He...... He......"

"Who? Speak!" Li Juan was infuriated by his spineless appearance.

"It… it… is… Xiao An…" Xu Cheng'an finally forced out a few words, "Xiao An has returned!"

"Xu An?"

Li Juan heard the name, the surprise and doubt on her face instantly gave way to a raging fury.

She yanked her husband's hand away, stormed to the door in fury, didn't even glance at the peephole, and shouted profanities through the heavy security door.

"You little beast! How can you have the face to come back?!"

"Did the school Instructor not teach you Regulation? Who let you run out? Do you want the whole neighborhood to see our family's joke!"

"You wait for me, I'm calling Instructor Lei right now, he'll come and take you back! Break your leg! Let's see if you still dare to run! You're a worthless piece of mud that can't be propped up!"

Li Juan, the more she cursed the angrier she got, reached out to twist the door handle, intending to open the door and pull in the son who had disgraced her for a proper "education".

But as soon as her hand touched the metal handle, a piercing cold spread up her fingertips, making her recoil as if shocked.

The handle turned ice‑cold and bone‑chilling.

At that moment, outside the door, a crisp, rhythmical knocking sounded.

Snap.

Snap.

Snap.

It was as if someone were using a wooden ruler, tapping their own palm at a steady pace.

Li Juan was about to curse again, but the sight before her made her swallow all the vulgar words.

The security door had not been forced open by any violence.

It simply… vanished.

In an instant, the heavy steel plate, the intricate lock core, everything, silently turned into a cloud of fine dust, swept away by the gust of cold wind blowing in from outside, disappearing without a trace.

The cold, damp wind, tinged with a faint scent of blood, poured into the warm, luxurious living room.

At the doorway, Xu An stood there.

He was barefoot, his feet covered with dried blood scabs and gruesome wounds, stepping step by step on the mirror‑smooth marble floor, leaving filthy footprints.

The dense, unbreakable resentment emanating from him made the brilliant crystal chandelier in the living room flicker, and the current emitted a "zzzz" wail.

The genuine‑leather sofa by the wall rapidly decayed at a visible speed, the leather cracked, its color dulled, as if decades had passed in an instant.

Li Juan's tirade abruptly stopped.

She stared in terror, eyes wide, fixed on her son's mouth, crudely stitched together with thick black lines, a chill shot from the soles of her feet straight up to her Heavenly Spirit Cover.

"Ah... you, you..."

Xu Cheng'an scrambled up from the ground, rolling and crawling behind his wife, he looked at his son's hollow, emotionless eyes, and broke down, crying and shouting.

"Xiao An! Listen to dad! Sending you in was really for your own good! We never expected… never expected you'd become like this!"

Li Juan also recovered, trembling as she stepped back, her hand quietly reaching under the coffee table where her phone lay.

She intended to call the police.

At the same time, she forced an expression uglier than crying, and began to play the emotional card.

"Right, right, right! Son, don't scare Mom… it's all the school's fault! We were deceived by them too! We're victims too!"

A hollow excuse, a pale evasion.

Xu An's face showed no expression at all; he could not even produce a sound to convey his feelings.

He simply raised his hand slowly.

In his palm, there was no weapon, nothing at all.

Only a few crumpled letters, wrinkled from being clenched.

He lightly flicked his wrist.

The letters fluttered down like bleak winter snowflakes under the flickering light.

Xu Cheng'an's pupils constricted violently!

He saw clearly that the letters bore the handwriting he knew all too well!

"…This child has never listened since childhood, please have Instructor Lei beat him hard, no need to be polite…"

"…No need to worry about his body, just don't kill him…"

"…Please increase the force! As long as the person stays alive, that's enough!"

Sentence by sentence, line by line, they were all penned by his own hand, condemning his own son to hell!

Xu An ignored his parents' suddenly pallid faces and desperate gazes.

He pulled from his pocket the Red Wood Ruler still dripping thick black blood.

He swung it heavily toward the empty living room!

Thud!

A muffled sound did not strike the air but directly hammered the depths of Xu Cheng'an's and Li Juan's souls.

In an instant.

All the light in the living room was devoured by darkness.

The city outside the window vanished, the luxurious furniture disappeared, and in their place stood a gloomy, oppressive school phantom that enveloped the entire space.

On the cold wall, a line of scarlet Blood Characters slowly floated up, each one bearing a bone‑chilling venom of resentment.

【Evening self‑study time, no noise allowed, severe punishment for violations.】

"Help—!"

Li Juan's mental defenses completely collapsed; she screamed, turned, and tried to rush out through the now‑nonexistent gate to beg the neighbors for help.

But the moment she opened her mouth, not a single word escaped.

A searing pain of needles piercing her lips erupted!

A Weird force, under her terrified gaze, forcibly "sewed" her lips shut!

She could only emit a muffled wuh‑wuh from her throat, the pain making tears and snot flow together.

Beside her, Xu Cheng'an had just tried to beg for mercy, but suffered the same fate; his throat felt as if a massive clump of cotton had been jammed inside, his tongue went numb, and he completely lost the ability to speak.

Depriving speech.

This is the first step of the judgment.

Xu An took slow, heavy steps and approached his parents, who were trembling and kneeling in fear and agony.

He raised the Red Wood Ruler.

He needed no words.

Rules will carry out the most impartial judgment for him.

The ruler fell.

Yet it did not strike their bodies.

But Xu Cheng'an and Li Juan simultaneously let out silent, tragic wails; their bodies convulsed violently, eyes bulged, and blue veins spread across their foreheads and necks.

It was a pain that acted directly on the pain nerves!

Hundreds of times stronger than any flesh‑and‑bone suffering!

Back then, Xu An endured countless electric shocks at the correction center; now his parents, on this expensive carpet, are to experience pain of equal intensity as feedback.

They writhed on the ground, crazily clawing the floor and their own bodies with their Nails, leaving streaks of blood.

Yet because of the "silence" Rules, they could not utter a single sound.

In the entire luxurious room, only the two of them's rapid gasps from the excruciating pain and the Red Wood Ruler remained, repeatedly swinging with a certain sacred ritual feel, the light swish as it cut through the air.