125: Chapter 125: You think you can kill me with that cowardly look?

125: Chapter 125: You think you can kill me with that cowardly look?

Zhou Xiuer was typically a bully with the timid and afraid of the strong.

Now, seeing Wufu’s aggressive demeanor, she wished she could hide herself away from this evil spirit’s gaze.

So when Old Lady Zhou nudied her, she snapped back to reality but cried out, “I, I don’t know where it is.”

Old Lady Zhou, livid with anger, scolded, “Go find it quickly!”

Zhou Xiuer stumbled into the house to look, while Wufu waited leisurely, not sparing Old Lady Zhou a glance, much less Madam Lu.

It seemed as though everyone before her eyes was as good as dead.

Old Lady Zhou observed Wufu tremblingly and with great caution.

She had felt that the girl was somewhat different last time, but now, to say she was a little different was an understatement; she was completely transformed.

The old Wufu, no matter how bad or irritable she was, only dared to roughhouse with Xiuxiu and the like, but never dared to be disrespectful to her elders.

But now, not to mention her vicious words, she had even gone so far as to inflict injury.

Looking at Madam Lu’s two broken fingers, if they didn’t get a doctor to set them soon, there was no doubt they’d be ruined.

Yet at the moment, aside from these three women, all the men of the house were gone, and with this devil here, who would dare call for a doctor?

Just as Wufu was growing impatient, Zhou Xiuer ran out, crying, “I can’t find it.”

Wufu’s face darkened, and she lifted her leg to step forward.

Zhou Xiuer, frightened, collapsed to the ground.

Old Lady Zhou quickly stepped in front of Wufu, then turned and delivered a kick to Madam Lu, still wailing on the ground, “Speak, where is the hairpin?

Speak if you don’t want to die!”

She understood now; if they didn’t produce the hairpin, Wufu was capable of tearing down the Zhou family.

In agony and close to fainting, Madam Lu cried out, “A doctor, get me a doctor.”

Old Lady Zhou, enraged, crouched down and slapped her across the face, “Even if you die, you have to tell us where you’ve hidden the hairpin first!”

Madam Lu, regaining a bit of clarity, saw Wufu’s dark pupils and felt her own pupils shrink as she said, “It’s, it’s under the corner of the bed.”

Old Lady Zhou got up and went into the house to retrieve it herself.

Wufu raised an eyebrow.

See, this was the way to deal with such people; force was necessary.

“When I first asked you, you should’ve just brought it out obediently.

You suffered in vain and wasted time, what was the point?” Wufu sneered lightly.

Hearing this, Madam Lu and Zhou Xiuer were so angry that they wanted to drink her blood and eat her flesh, yet they didn’t have the guts!

While Old Lady Zhou was searching for the hairpin inside the house, voices came from the doorway.

Wufu turned her head to see several people entering.

It was her uncle, Zhou Xueli, along with her cousin, Zhou Dajun.

Both men were carrying baskets and hoes, and with them was a boy, probably her little cousin, Tie Tou.

Upon seeing the scene before them, they were all momentarily stunned.

The first to react was Zhou Dajun, who threw his hoe aside and rushed towards Madam Lu, “Mother, what happened?”

“Brother, save us, Wufu’s gone mad, she’s trying to kill us!” Zhou Xiuer, seeing her older brother, thought she saw a lifeline and cried out loudly, “Mother’s hand was broken by her.”

Only then did Zhou Dajun notice his mother’s fingers were grotesquely twisted backwards, and he became furious, turning to glare at Wufu with a look of someone ready to fight to the death.

Zhou Xueli was also stunned; Wufu had broken his sister-in-law’s fingers?

“You wretch, how dare you harm my mother, I will kill you!” Zhou Dajun picked up the hoe from the ground and swung it at Wufu.

“Dajun, no!” Zhou Xueli shouted.

But the hoe was already swinging down on Wufu; their faces turned deathly pale.

Wufu only smiled, nimbly dodging the blow, spinning on her toes, and in the blink of an eye, she was beside Zhou Dajun, her hand coming down with force.

Clang.

Zhou Dajun felt a numbness in his hand, and the one holding the hoe relaxed, dropping it to the ground.

But that wasn’t all; his wrist was twisted backward with such force that he broke into a cold sweat with pain, and someone said by his ear, “With that cowardice, you think you can kill me?”