Yu Shuigou, who was beaten black and blue, struggled to lift his head and looked through his purple-tinted eyes.
He thought that Wang Cuihua's "paramour" was tall and muscular, looked quite young, which was discordant with the decrepit old man image he envisioned, but he seemed familiar——
"My Goodness!!" the maiden recognized him and jumped high in shock.
Trembling, she pointed at Yu Shuisheng and screamed: "Ghost, ghost, a ghost!!!"
The uncle also recognized him, wasn't this his good-for-nothing younger brother who's been dead for many years?!
The couple, frightened witless, knelt down on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly to Yu Shuisheng.
"Shuisheng, if you have any unfinished wishes, we'll burn paper money for you. Please don't haunt us!"
"I heard you two didn't waste any time bullying Huahua and her mother while I was absent," said Yu Shuisheng, holding his wife with one arm and staring at them coldly.
Naturally, he stepped on Yu Shuigou.
