Rebirth of a Farmhouse with Space

Nan Zhaozhao always felt that something was wrong with her parents at this moment, very wrong, but she was so angry that she couldn't calm down and analyze the situation immediately. Her mind was full of thoughts that she should strangle this evildoer to death, so that she would not appear in front of her again and be annoying!

"Bang!" Suddenly, heavy objects fell on the back of Nan Zhaozhao's head. Nan Zhaozhao's first reaction was to cover the back of her head with her other empty hand. Just when she felt the back of her head was wet, she turned her head in disbelief and looked at Nan Chen who was holding the newly bought solid wood round stool, "Dad...you...!"

Before she could finish her words, Nan Zhaozhao let go of Song Daya's neck and fell down weakly!

Nan Chen looked at the stool in his hand, shocked and at a loss. What was he doing? Why did he use the stool to hit his own daughter? Just now, he seemed to be controlled by someone else. It was not his own will to hit his daughter with the stool!

"Xiaobao!" Ms. Dong did not dare to touch her daughter who was crawling in the blood amber. She was worried that her daughter would be crushed to death!

Nan Chen was also frightened. The stool fell from his hand and hit the back of his foot, but he didn't feel any pain. He slowly squatted down and looked at Nan Zhaozhao who was lying on the ground. He also didn't dare to touch her with his hands!

On the contrary, Song Daya, after being released by Nan Zhaozhao, finally breathed a lot of fresh air again. After she calmed down for a while, she raised her hand to test Nan Zhaozhao's breath. Although the breath was very shallow, there was still breath. But she said, "Uncle and Aunt, please accept my condolences. Little Sister Ya is no longer alive!"

Nan Chen was like someone poured a bucket of cold water on him. He suddenly regained consciousness. Looking at his precious daughter lying at his feet, he wanted to pick up the wooden stool in his hand and hit himself with it. When he heard Song Daya say that his precious daughter was dead, he didn't dare to believe it and didn't dare to test it. He kept muttering to himself, "How could this happen? How could this happen? Wife, I...!"

Ms. Dong, who was standing nearby, didn't know what was going on at this time. Her mind became clear again. Looking at the scene in front of her, she rushed towards Nan Zhaozhao like a madman, "Xiaobao! What's wrong with you? Wake up and don't scare me. Xiaobao, my dear daughter, what's wrong with you!"

Ms. Dong hugged Nan Zhaozhao and cried until she almost fainted. At this time, Song Daya said, "Aunt, Xiaoya is dead. She was beaten to death by my uncle. I can't understand it. Xiaoya was such a well-behaved child. I just said that you and uncle were a burden to her, and she got angry with me and said that you two were destined to be together and would never be a burden to her. Who would have thought that uncle would have such a heavy wooden stool to hit her! Alas! Xiaoya is so pitiful!"

Hearing this, Ms. Dong did not blame Song Daya for the resentment in her heart. Instead, she looked at Nan Chen who was standing beside her like an idiot with red eyes. She shouted hysterically, "What are you doing? Why are you doing this?"

Nanchen was already devastated, and when he heard his wife scolding him like this, the delicate string in his heart broke.

Song Daya showed a smile of success on her face, but she did not forget to add fuel to the fire, "Sister Xiaoya is such a good little girl, not only is she tender and cute, but she is also very filial to you. No matter what good things she finds outside, the first thing she thinks of is to bring them home and share them with you. But, what about you, what did you do? You actually killed her with your own hands, you...!"

Nan Chen threw away the wooden stool in his hand. In his previous life, he had never shed a tear when he heard the news of his parents' death, but now his eyes were already red and tears were streaming. He stretched out his hand to ask Nan Zhaozhao to take it from Ms. Dong's arms, but Ms. Dong held him tightly, "What else do you want to do!"

Nan Chen said in a hoarse voice with tears rolling down his cheeks, "Give her to me, give her to me quickly!"

Ms. Dong shook her head. "I won't let you hurt her again. Get out of here!"

While the two were arguing, Song Daya spoke up again, "Uncle San and Aunt San, Xiaoya is dead. She was beaten to death by Uncle San. I want you to go right now. Maybe we can see each other again after death. It will be good for Xiaoya to have a companion on the road to the underworld, and she won't feel lonely. Don't you think so?"

Nan Chen and Ms. Dong's brains had been bewitched by Song Daya. They had completely lost their own thoughts. With red eyes, they murmured to themselves, "Yes, I want to reunite with Xiaobao. I can't let Xiaobao go alone. The Yellow Spring Road is lonely and cold. Xiaobao will be scared alone. I want to accompany her!"

Ms. Dong also burst into laughter. "Xiaobao, walk slower. I'll come find you soon!"

Song Daya took out two packets of poison and handed them to them, saying in a relaxed tone, "This is poison. You will die immediately after taking it. You will be able to see your sister Xiaoya soon. Then I will bury the three of you together."

"Okay!" The two of them took a small paper bag each, opened it and poured the poison into their mouths. With a gulp, they swallowed the poison together. The poison took effect quickly after entering their stomachs. The effect was not as immediate as Song Daya said, but it made them struggle painfully on the ground for more than half an hour before they were completely killed. Song Daya looked at them struggling in pain on the ground and felt extremely happy. "Finally, finally, you all finally went to hell, hahaha!"

Even so, Song Daya still refused to give up. She threw the family of three into the depths of the mountains and buried them together? Don't dream. Not cutting them into pieces was already a mercy. How could she be kind enough to bury them? But throwing them into the mountains to be eaten by wild beasts was also a good idea!

The upper realm, Zihua Peak!

Several powerful men watched the scenes in the Fahua Mirror with hatred. Their junior sister was too miserable to be treated like this. Li Yuan couldn't help but slap his thigh and shouted, "Bastard, she dared to harm my junior sister, I'm going to kill her!"

Hu Qing's eyes were red and tears were about to overflow from his eyes. He felt so distressed. The little junior sister was so cute and lovable. She was finally reborn, but she was harmed by this little bitch. Who wouldn't hate her? He stood up and said, "Third Senior Brother, I'll go with you!"

Saint Cangwu said, "Don't be impulsive. Ling Zhao is destined to have this catastrophe. Otherwise, she will have no motivation to practice and make progress in her life. She needs something to stimulate her growth!"

"But, but the price is too high! She is still so young, so pitiful!"

Saint Cangwu sighed, "Oh! How about this, none of you go, I will go there myself, and then I will stay with her until she ascends!" He said it seriously, as if he really felt sorry for his little disciple. Only people who know him well know that this little old guy is slippery, as long as there is a chance to go to the lower world, he will find ways to go down, not for anything else, just for one word, to eat. There are endless delicacies in the mortal world, he has been craving for it for a long time, but every time he thought about sneaking to the lower world, he would be caught by the eldest disciple and the second disciple and ordered not to go, which made him angry to death, no, it made the gods angry to death!

"With Master here, we are relieved. However, don't think too much. She has so many of our senior brothers here. It won't be your turn to go down. You should just wait in the upper realm for our little junior sister to ascend to the upper realm by herself!"

Saint Cangwu was so angry that his long white beard was trembling, "Boss, what do you mean?"

Qin Guang saw through it but didn't say anything. He smiled faintly and said, "I'm telling you, you don't have to worry about Junior Sister's affairs. I'll take care of it!"

Si Lu also said, "Master, although you are not bound by the laws of heaven, you cannot ignore them. After all, there are so many gods in the upper world. If they all follow your example, wouldn't the upper world be in chaos? How can you let me, the chief lawyer in charge of the laws of heaven, enforce the law then?"

Saint Cangwu, whose thoughts were seen through by his two disciples, was so angry that he blew his beard, "You two traitors, you knew clearly that your master was ready to go to the lower world, but you tried to stop him in every possible way. What do you think you are up to?"

Qin Guang said, "Master, I will definitely bring you some delicious food next time I come up. Don't worry about my junior sister. I will take good care of her!"

Cangwu wanted to try again, "What if you encounter a particularly powerful enemy and even you are no match for him? What else can you use to protect her?"

Qin Guang, who always had a serious expression, was amused by Cangwu's words. "Master, don't think too much. Who am I? I am the Lord of the Underworld. Who can surpass me? Just stay here peacefully!"

As the eldest brother of the King of Hell in the underworld, he speaks the harshest words in the softest voice.

Helpless Cangwu could only nod his head to express his agreement. The fact that Xiao Wuzi could regain his life was entirely due to the efforts of Qin Guang, the eldest senior brother. It was he who spent a thousand years collecting the fragments of Ling Zhao's soul from different worlds, and then carefully nurtured it with the soul-nourishing lamp for three thousand years before sending it to reincarnation. Qin Guang also had the most say!

In the palace of the King of Hell in the underworld, Nan Zhaozhao opened her eyes again and saw a dark and gloomy environment, a black template step-out bed, and pure white gauze bed curtains. Suddenly, a rough voice rang out, which scared Nan Zhaozhao. She turned her head abruptly to look at the source of the sound. Maybe it was because she moved too much, and her brain felt buzzing as if it was going to explode. She immediately closed her eyes again, otherwise she would definitely vomit!

"woke up?"

Nan Zhaozhao looked towards the source of the sound, and saw the tall figure standing beside the bed. She was frightened and awakened a lot. The man looked ferocious, with eyebrows like sharp swords and eyes like copper bells. He was even more ferocious than the door gods posted on the doors in the mortal world!

Nan Zhaozhao was so frightened that she trembled. "Who are you? Where am I?"

"I am your senior brother. This is the underworld, my palace!" Qin Guang told the truth!