Sunday. Early morning.
As the first light broke through the clouds, Su Changshun woke up. Lying on the brick-bed, he knew today was the Deaf Old Lady's big day. He could almost picture that old hag still curled up on her moldy, broken brick-bed in the Back Courtyard, dreaming her sweet dreams of Su Changshun's ruin and her own triumphant return to controlling Shazhu.
In her dreams! Su Changshun sneered inwardly. Yi Zhonghai had fallen, Mrs. Jia had lost her spirit, and the last foul, stubborn stumbling block in this courtyard—the Deaf Old Lady—would today be pried up and crushed to pieces by his own hands. He took a deep breath, the air seemingly pregnant with the chilling stillness before the dust settled.
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