Forced her into demonic possession: There will be no more gods in the world!

Chapter 168 Pretending Not to See

"You...you...you...you actually murdered your own father!" Yun Ting roared in terror and rage, his body flying straight out like a kite with a broken string before crashing heavily to the ground.

Due to the immense impact, his forehead slammed against the hard wall. Instantly, a warm liquid flowed from his temple, dripping slowly down his hair and forming a shocking pool of blood on the ground.

"Blood...blood...Master, you're bleeding..." Song Xiaolian screamed in panic, her face swollen and bruised, as she staggered towards Yun Ting.

Her face was swollen and looked terrifying, but her eyes were filled with concern and anxiety.

Yun Ting, who had just been struck and fallen to the ground, hadn't even had time to catch his breath when he suddenly saw a swollen face appear in front of him without warning, and he was so frightened that he trembled all over.

However, after only a moment, he came to his senses and coldly swept his gaze toward Song Xiaolian.

When his gaze met Song Xiaolian's, the latter felt a sudden pang in her heart, because she clearly caught a fleeting look of deep disgust in Yun Ting's eyes.

"Hmph! As expected, men are all so superficial, only caring about a woman's appearance," Song Xiaolian cursed inwardly.

Recalling Yun Juan's vicious words about cutting a gash on her face, and looking at Yun Ting's current disgust towards her, an unprecedented sense of crisis welled up in her heart.

"No... I absolutely cannot give up like this. I've come this far with great difficulty, and I must persevere no matter what!" With that thought, Song Xiaolian squeezed out a few tears without hesitation, letting them slide down her cheeks.

"Master...you...your forehead is injured, let me help you up." Song Xiaolian sobbed insincerely as she reached out her trembling hands to help Yun Ting up.

It must be said that this woman's acting skills are top-notch; her tears come so easily, as if she doesn't need any preparation at all.

In modern times, this actor would definitely be an Oscar winner!

Just then, a light footstep came from behind. Yun Juan's heart tightened, and she quickly turned her head.

Looking over there, she happened to see Aunt Lan walking towards Wei Wan with a big smile on her face.

That smile was as warm as the spring sun, but in Yun Juan's eyes it seemed to carry a hint of mockery.

In an instant, Yun Juan, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, immediately restrained her previously unrestrained sitting posture.

With lightning speed, she pulled her foot back from the chair and stood up properly.

"Hey! Aunt Lan, you're here? You...you didn't see anything just now, did you?" Yun Juan said as she quickly stepped forward and affectionately took Aunt Lan's arm.

At the same time, she quickly grabbed a fan from the side and began to fan Aunt Lan gently with great care.

In fact, Aunt Lan had arrived here much earlier than Yun Quan had imagined.

Aunt Lan had already arrived here when the old lady threw a tantrum in public earlier.

However, she remained silent, observing everything without making a sound.

Over the years, Aunt Lan had witnessed and felt deeply pained by all the grievances and hardships her young lady had suffered under the old lady's care.

The young lady often said that since the old lady was her mother-in-law, she, as a daughter-in-law, should serve her wholeheartedly.

But that doesn't make any sense!

What mother-in-law would demand that her daughter-in-law kneel down every day to feed her medicine?

Which mother-in-law would insist that her daughter-in-law cook the meals herself?

Every time Aunt Lan wanted to speak up for her mistress, she was stopped by her mistress and comforted, "It is understandable that the old lady has a poor appetite now that she is seriously ill. She did not mean to make things difficult for me."

But in Aunt Lan's eyes, it was obvious that the old lady was deliberately making things difficult for her young lady!

Hmph, those arrogant fools should have tasted the pain of being thoroughly humiliated long ago!

Now that the young lady has stepped forward to vent her anger for her mistress, how could she possibly obstruct or disturb her?

You know, an opportunity like this to step in and deal with those people is a once-in-a-lifetime chance, so of course I have to stand obediently to the side and absolutely not ruin the good thing.

Just then, Aunt Lan looked slightly flustered.

She lowered her voice and said to Yun Juan, "I didn't see anything! Madam just came over and told me to let you know that they've almost finished cleaning up over there, but something's still missing..."

At this point, Aunt Lan suddenly became hesitant, trying to organize her thoughts several times, but she couldn't get the rest of her sentence out.

Yun Juan stared at Aunt Lan with suspicion and pressed, "What's missing? What is it? Stop keeping me in suspense!"

Aunt Lan pointed her trembling finger behind Yun Juan, mumbling incoherently, "It's...it's...that!"

Yun Quan turned her head in the direction Aunt Lan pointed, but for a moment she was also a little confused.

She frowned and asked doubtfully, "Could it be that chair made of huanghuali wood? Or that table? It can't be a whole set of furniture, can it? If it's a whole set, then it's easy to handle! You can just stay here and watch how I deal with it."

After saying that, Yun Juan immediately directed the two servants beside her to get to work quickly and move all the tables and chairs away as fast as possible.

"No...not just this! There's also...that..." Aunt Lan nervously reached behind Yun Juan again, finding it difficult to say, after all, these things...

Yun Juan looked in the direction she was pointing, only to find that there was nothing behind her.

There's nothing there except the ancestral tablets of the Yun family.

This made Yun Juan wonder: Could it be that Aunt Lan was referring to something else?

Could it be behind these memorial tablets? Aunt Lan hesitated to say it aloud, fearing it might offend the Yun family ancestors.

But these memorial tablets have always been here, and there's nothing particularly special about them.

Yun Juan stared at the memorial tablets with suspicion, trying to find some clues from them.

However, the memorial tablet still stood there quietly, like an old man in a deep sleep, with nothing strange about it.

Could it be... could it be...?