I was just playing tricks, how come I became Bai Yueguang

Chapter 801 Asking Father in Front of the Ancestral Hall

Su Yun stood quietly behind the bedroom window on the west side of the main building of the Su residence.

The white gauze wrapped around her forehead was particularly conspicuous in the sunlight coming in through the window. Her eyes passed over the carefully trimmed flowers and trees in the courtyard and fell on the empty bluestone ground in front of the main hall door.

Guan He was kneeling upright, the autumn sunlight stretched his shadow into a long and slender shape, revealing a rare sense of embarrassment and loneliness.

Su Yun curled her lips coldly. How could villains like them, who treated human life as worthless, truly repent? It was just a show.

"Knock Knock-"

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

Su Zhuo, "Ayun, it's me."

Su Yun immediately suppressed the indifference in her eyes, took a deep breath, turned around and walked forward to open the door.

"Brother Azhuo."

Su Zhuo's gaze lingered on Su Yun's head for a moment, and he spoke gently, "Does your head still hurt? If you're uncomfortable, don't force yourself."

"I'm fine." Su Yun didn't know how to respond to such direct concern. She avoided Su Zhuo's eyes and shook her head, then deliberately added, "Brother Zhuo, thank you."

She didn't think about herself at the time, she only wanted to irritate Guan He as much as possible, because only in this way could she find Guan He's weak spot. But Su Zhuo's reaction shocked her and made her feel a little overwhelmed.

In her impression, Su Zhuo was always polite to everyone, but at that time, he was so angry that he almost killed Guan He by accident.

She had never been favored like this before, and this feeling made her uneasy and scared.

Su Zhuo noticed her discomfort and sighed softly, "I'm glad you're okay. Don't worry, it's not easy for the Guan family to explain this matter."

Su Yun's eyes flickered slightly, she looked up at Su Zhuo and then lowered her head again.

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the other side.

Shen Zhuang and his group arrived in Xiangying before noon.

When he arrived at the old house, the old man first went to pay homage to Grandma Wu, and then moved to the Shen family ancestral hall.

The family ancestral hall was solemn and dignified, its ever-burning lanterns flickering with a faint glow, illuminating the densely packed tiers of ancestral tablets. Shen Zhuang dismissed his attendants and knelt alone in silence. This kneeling lasted for three full hours.

No one dared to disturb him during this time. Only the housekeeper quietly came in to replace the nearly burned-out incense and candles. Seeing the old man's petrified figure, he quietly retreated and gently closed the door.

At this moment, the first courtyard of the old house was already packed with members of the Shen family. They had long since heard from the elders about the old man's astonishing plan to establish a new ancestral hall. Now, almost everyone was on edge, their anxious and fearful gazes fixed on the tightly closed ancestral hall door. The air was so heavy that it seemed as if water could be squeezed out of it.

As a family traitor, Shen Hang's hands and feet were bound tightly with rough hemp rope, hanging upside down beneath the tall, heavy stone archway of the ancestral hall. His face flushed crimson and purple from the blood rushing back, veins bulged on his forehead, and a trapped animal whimpered in his throat. As he struggled, the ropes cut deeply into his flesh, leaving him in a state of extreme misery.

"What are you doing?!"

A low but powerful roar suddenly exploded in the suppressed crowd, startling everyone.

Shen Jun, leaning on his polished red sandalwood cane, carefully supported by several younger members, walked through the crowd with trembling but firm steps. Although he was old, he now exuded an aura of years of accumulated authority.

Over the years, Shen Jun has been acting as the patriarch of Shen Zhuang, a village far away in Jinggang Harbor, and he is highly respected. Seeing his face as gloomy as water and hints of anger, everyone subconsciously lowered their heads and made way, automatically making way for him.

"Hmmmm--!" Shen Hang, whose mouth was blocked by a rag, struggled even more violently when he saw Shen Jun. His bloodshot eyes stared at him intently, and his expression was extremely complicated - there was despair, a very subtle cry for help, and perhaps unspeakable resentment.

"Who gave you permission to resort to lynching? Put him down immediately!" Shen Jun's voice was heavy with an unquestionable command.

After waiting for a full minute, no one came forward to untie him. Shen Jun sighed softly, threw down his crutches, and went to move the wooden ladder himself.

Seeing this, everyone hurried to stop it.

"Uncle, please don't get excited. Take care of yourself!"

"Uncle, please calm down first. Shen Hang is a traitor to the clan. You can't stand up for him at this time!"

"Get out!" Shen Jun gritted his teeth and used all his strength to push away the people around him who were trying to dissuade him. Several sensible children hurried forward to help Shen Jun hold the wooden ladder. They didn't understand the trade-offs between benefits and only knew to obey the clan leader's orders.

Shen Jun climbed up the wooden ladder tremblingly, his rough hands climbing up one step at a time, his movements as stiff as a puppet that had been neglected for a long time.

After finally removing the seal from Shen Hang's mouth, Shen Jun was about to speak when Shen Hang bit his hand hard!

Shen Jun was stunned. His sunken eyes clearly reflected Shen Hang's eyes that hated him to the core. His son bit his index finger tightly, and a wheezing sound came from his throat. This sound reminded him of the wolf cub he first met when his uncle took him to the mountains as a child.

Blood flowed back from the corner of Shen Hang's mouth, and in the blink of an eye, the blood fell vertically like a broken bead curtain.

Everyone panicked upon seeing this. Those who reacted quickly immediately picked up a wooden stick and hit Shen Hang hard, "Let go!"

Shen Hang groaned, but clenched his teeth tightly, staring at Shen Jun with bloodshot eyes.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Shen Rang quickly climbed up the wooden ladder and grabbed Shen Hang's chin, "Let go!"

Compared to everyone's panic, Shen Jun seemed particularly calm, as if Shen Hang was not biting his hand.

"Shen Hang, let go." At this moment, another majestic and irresistible order sounded from the crowd.

Shen Hang's face changed slightly, and his gaze slowly turned towards the door. As he opened his mouth, Shen Rang struck him hard, and the bloody finger slipped out from between his teeth.

Seeing this, the onlookers quickly separated the two.

Shen Zhuang strode forward and looked at the blood on the ground with a cold expression. "Who ordered you to lynch me?"

The people in charge looked at each other, without saying whose idea it was, and said flatteringly, "Old man, Shen Hang betrayed our entire family for personal gain. Such a person cannot be kept. We are just dealing with him according to the clan rules."

Clan rules?

What is the point of talking about clan rules under the judiciary? Are we going to talk about family rules beyond the national law?

Country A is changing with each passing day, but these people are still sticking to the old system and refusing to make progress. No wonder Xiaohuaer said they are a bunch of old antiques.

The Shen family wants to continue its century-long glory. Traitors like Shen Hang are not scary. What is scary are these remnants that have been corrupted by the times.

Shen Zhuang frowned and turned to look at the person who had spoken. The person was so frightened by Shen Zhuang's gaze that he dared not look up.

Shen Zhuang waved his hand, "Put him down."

Shen Jun had been unable to control those around him before, but at Shen Zhuang's command, everyone rushed forward like clockwork.

Seeing this, Shen Hang suddenly laughed crazily and looked at Shen Jun sinisterly, "Did you see that? You've been planning for these people for fifty years, and they still listen to whoever gives them meat to eat!"

"For these people, you abandoned your own flesh and blood, your closest relatives! Hahahahahahaha!!!"

Shen Hang's laughter was filled with tears of blood, and the hanging rope swayed in the air.

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