Rebirth Counterattack with Space

"Yes, since we stumbled upon this, it’s perfect that we stay and serve as witnesses for you."

Shitou was fully aware of Lu Yun’s little schemes, smiling at her indulgently without stopping her, instead facilitating conditions for her. He said to Old Mi and the couple Mi Erhu, "Moreover, severing the adoption relationship isn’t just a matter of a simple private agreement; you should also sue in court and go through legal procedures to thoroughly solve the issue."

"..."

Mi Erhu was so grateful he didn’t even know what to say, he just quickly bowed deeply toward Shitou and then ran off--

Unlike Mi Erhu and Old Mi’s endless gratitude toward Shitou, Mi Dahu and Yang Yu were so infuriated by Shitou’s words that they were nearly exploding with rage.

"What’s it to you to meddle in our business?"

The two looked at Shitou, who had already stood up and looked robust, and immediately chickened out, not daring to confront him directly, but Yang Yu quickly shifted her target toward Lu Yun.

Lu Yun snickered, thinking, "The gates of heaven were open but you chose not to go, hell has no gate yet you insist on barging in." With a sidestep, she discreetly flicked out the powder.

Yang Yu lunged into empty space, and straight up landed flat on her face with a big belly flop.

Before she could question what happened, her face suddenly turned purplish and her body convulsed, followed by a sharp scream as her convulsions intensified. As her spasms grew worse, foam started frothing from her mouth, her pupils dilated, and a smell of urine wafted through the air...

The sudden change left everyone stunned, especially Mi Dahu, who was excessively frightened. He stepped back, watching Yang Yu on the ground wetting herself and convulsing continuously, swallowing hard as he didn’t know what to do.

"This looks just like an epileptic fit, doesn’t it?" Lu Yun feigned fear as she clutched Shitou’s hand, "It looks so scary."

"Don’t be afraid, I’m here," Shitou patted her hand and stood in front of her to block her view of Yang Yu. He looked down and smiled helplessly at her--it seemed Yang Yu had truly angered his beloved, and now she was publicly humiliated, right?

"Nonsense, my wife has never had any epilepsy," Mi Dahu defended angrily.

Mi Dahu found the sight of Yang Yu convulsing terrifying, with foam at the mouth and a pool of urine beneath her, making him feel increasingly nauseous. His voice started to waver, thinking it did indeed look like an epileptic fit, didn’t it?

"People with epilepsy generally have their first fits between the ages of one and ten, and the older they get, the less likely they are to have an episode. I’m afraid your wife may have had such a history when she was younger, and she just hasn’t had an episode for many years, so you had no idea," Lu Yun explained.

Lu Yun peeked out from beside Shitou, offering Mi Dahu a glance of "sympathy" devoid of any actual compassion. Setting up people like Yang Yu and Mi Dahu, she felt no guilt at all, only thinking she hadn’t gone far enough and thus added more fuel to the fire.

At the same time, Lu Yun quietly enveloped a certain colorless and odorless powder in spiritual power and directed it beneath Mi Dahu’s nose. It dispersed, ensuring he inhaled it deeply.

Lu Yun called that powder "Truth Serene," a type of spiritual suppressant akin to a truth serum but far more potent. It allowed a person to hallucinate while being conscious, creating an illusion of a safe and peaceful environment, leading them to uncontrollably reveal their deepest thoughts and express them vividly through their behavior.

Mi Dahu felt a bit choked by the dust in the air and couldn’t help sneezing. Suddenly, a feeling of being deceived welled up, igniting his fury uncontrollably, as he growled in indignant rage.

"How could they be so malicious? To keep such an important matter from me for so many years, thrusting a lunatic upon me."

By this time, he saw that Yang Yu was no longer convulsing, but he also had no intention whatsoever of helping her up. Instead, the more he thought about it, the sicker he felt, so he went over and kicked her, causing her to tumble and roll several times.

Still not satisfied, he viciously kicked her several more times. Poor Yang Yu had only had urine stains on her trousers, but now, as Mi Dahu kicked her over and over, she was swiftly covered in stains, even on her upper body. Her hair, too, had come undone— disheveled and messy, looking far beyond merely ragged.

"You’re crazy, why are you kicking me? Stop it right now."

Yang Yu had regained consciousness by then, only to discover that she was somehow on the ground, drenched and being kicked around by Mi Dahu...

She cried out in pain, utterly confused, and instinctively curled up, "Mi Dahu, stop beating me, have you gone mad?"

"You’re the mad one, you crazy woman! You have madness, and your family dared to hide it from me for so many years, having me share a bed with a madwoman for so long. None of your family are good people; I’m going to make you pay for deceiving me, I’ll beat you to death, you lunatic..."

Mi Dahu became more terrified the more he thought about it. What if his wife, a madwoman, had an episode in the middle of the night and strangled him to death? He shuddered, his fear magnified several times over; he could only think that he had been extremely lucky to have survived this long.

No, he could not share a bed with a madwoman any longer. His eyes red with rage, he shouted, "I’m going to divorce you, you madwoman, you lunatic."

Mi Dahu’s ferocious and crazed demeanor truly frightened Yang Yu.

She felt the force of his kicks intensifying, and for a moment thought she might be kicked to death...

No, she could not die, she hadn’t lived enough—

Yang Yu’s survival instincts were maximally triggered.

Meanwhile, Old Mi and Wu Jia were also frozen in shock. Mi Dahu appeared even crazier than a lunatic, clearly intent on killing Yang Yu.

Old Mi could never have imagined that his adopted elder son was such a cold-hearted person. He had been in what seemed like a rather good marriage with Yang Yu for many years, and they had a son together.

Even if Yang Yu and her family had hidden her epilepsy from him, whatever the issue, they were still husband and wife. They say "even a day of marriage brings a hundred graces"; for this alone he shouldn’t have been so cruel to Yang Yu.

Old Mi tried to step forward to stop him, but Wu Jia, seeing this, quickly grabbed him and shook her head with a face full of pleading, "Dad, don’t go, Uncle has already gone mad... You’re old and won’t be able to stop him, I fear you’ll only get hurt too..."

Old Mi was stunned; indeed, he was quite old and definitely could not restrain his "deranged" adopted son.

Old Mi fell silent, eventually deciding not to insist on intervening. It wasn’t just that Mi Dahu had completely lost his reason, but even if he hadn’t, with his old arms and legs, he would only end up getting beaten himself.