She is a lonely soul who died in vain in this world, her soul and body are separated before her life is over.

Wandering by the Naihe Bridge, she wanted to return the sun and take revenge, but her body was burned by fire. She wanted to forget everything and start over from the beginning, but her fate was not over, and Meng Po Tang could not wash away the memory of her past life, and reincarnation could not go away.

Staying at Wangxiang Terrace all day long, she looked at the uncles and aunts who caused her to die in vain, and the cousin who took over everything she loved. She smiled, bitterly, and asked why today, why do evil people control everything and have a smooth life, while good people have a smooth life?

But to die unjustly?

She was unwilling and resentful! She looked at the hypocritical faces at her funeral. The beautiful faces were gradually distorted, and the clear soul was gradually tainted with evil spirits. She was unwilling, unwilling, unwilling!

Suddenly, the scene in front of the gazebo changed, and the haze covered the sky without a trace of light. At the foot of the mountain in the countryside, a young girl was covered in wounds, no longer crying, and tied to a pile of firewood with empty eyes.

On the street, a group of villagers dressed in traditional costumes held torches and shouted, "Burn her to death, burn her to death, burn her to death..."

The little girl's second uncle held a torch high in front of the firewood pile and spoke righteously, saying that he wanted to fight against evildoers, kill relatives, and eliminate evil for the villagers. The little girl's parents knelt on the ground with tears streaming down their faces and kept holding on.

head, begging the villagers to let their daughter go.

The second uncle poured a jar of wine on the pile of firewood, turned over and threw the torch up. The pile of firewood was ignited, and the child's mother cried hoarsely and fainted. The father held the child's mother and was at a loss, so he had to take the lead.

That person.

"Second brother, second brother, I beg you, please relax. She is just a child. She was born stupid and doesn't understand anything. There is no way she is a monster. Please, please let her go."

"What do you know? This girl killed her grandfather when she was born. The fortune teller said she was the reincarnation of a broom star in the sky, specially coming to bring luck to our family. No, she killed her grandfather again on her fifth birthday.

My newly born son, fellow villagers, tell me if she is a monster!" The second uncle said seriously, with evidence that this child should not be alive.

As soon as the second uncle finished speaking, some of the villagers who came with him started to boo.

"I remember that the year she was born, there was a severe drought in our village!"

"I remember when she was one month old, the black dog in our yard hit the wall and died!"

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All of a sudden, the voices of monsters begging for food kept coming and going, and everyone was startled.

She stood on the gazebo and watched with cold eyes, seeing how those people could be so confident in framed a child. Perhaps because she was also framed by her relatives, the evil aura in her body became more and more intense.

While Po Meng was serving the soup, she felt an inexplicable feeling of sinister aura nearby. She counted with her fingers that it was the lone soul wandering in Wangxiang Terrace. Its resentment was about to turn into a vicious ghost. In the critical moment, Po Meng scooped out a soup.

A bowl of Meng Po soup came to Wangxiang Terrace and poured the soup on the lonely soul.

The evil spirit dissipated and the furious soul gradually calmed down. Po Meng leaned over and looked at the scene under the gazebo. The poor child in the fire had lost three souls and seven souls. Even if his life is not over, he is afraid that he will only be a child in the future.

An empty shell, just a zombie in this world.

Thinking of this, Po Meng thought of the lonely soul who could not pass away, "If you were given a chance to be reborn, would you be her?"

The lonely soul hesitated, if she was still related to those hypocritical scum in rebirth, wouldn't she have to repeat the sorrow of her previous life?

Seeing Guhun's hesitation, Meng Po pushed her gently behind her. Before Guhun had time to express her decision, she had already fallen off the Wangxiang Tower and was led by a strong wind to the child in the fire. Only Meng could be heard.

Po Youyou's voice sounded from behind, "In this life, your life will be in your own hands. What your destiny is depends on you, not luck."

The fire burned the child's tender skin and burned the straw rope that tied her. Without the restraint of the rope, the child sat up suddenly and looked at the crowd in panic. The child who had never spoken looked at his father.

Shout, "Help me!"

The words "Save me" frightened everyone, and it seemed that the sky was also frightened. The sky that had been hazy for a long time was followed by thunder, lightning and heavy rain after the child screamed. The fire, which was not very strong, was extinguished in an instant, and the child's mother

Awakened by the cold rain, she was surprised to see the still-living child climbing onto the pyre to hold her child. She didn't care that the charcoal that had not yet been extinguished scorched her clothes and burned her skin. She just wanted her child to be safe.

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The child's father followed closely behind. He looked at the child in his wife's arms and was a little shocked. After all, he was still a little unsure that the childish voice just now was made by this child.

The sudden heavy rain made the villagers who had experienced five years of drought be overjoyed. They knelt on the ground and kowtowed to God, thanking God for his grace. No one cared about the child who had not been burned to death.

The second uncle was shocked that the stupid child actually spoke, and combined with the sudden heavy rain, if she was allowed to live today, some people would say that he was crazy, and he would not even let a five-year-old child go. Come to think of it,

He was even more sure that the child could not be kept, so he hurriedly incited the villagers, saying that the child was a monster and could not be kept.

At this time, someone in the village suddenly said that this child might be a lucky star. For five years, everyone thought that this child was stupid, but now this child's cry for help caused heaven to rain to save her. What is she if she is not a goddess?

Seeing that the villagers were hesitant, the second uncle climbed up the firewood pile and snatched the child who was being held by his mother. "Folks, this is God's will. God wants us to drown this evildoer instead of burning him to death!"

The child who was already burned was dragged away roughly by him. The injury on his body was so painful that the child's parents rushed to snatch the child away.

At this time, the child suddenly opened her mouth and bit the second uncle's wrist. The pain on her body was the strength of her mouth. Fortunately, she had good teeth, and a tiger tooth happened to be on the second uncle's wrist.

The blood vessels in Bo's wrist caused him to bleed non-stop.

The girl who broke free from the restraints returned to her mother's arms and looked down coldly at the bewildered villagers.

"You say I am a monster, so dare I ask you, was I the only one born when those people died? You said the drought was caused by me, couldn't it be that the rain falling from the sky today was also caused by me?

?" Nvwa pointed to her second uncle who was holding his wrist and bleeding profusely, and sneered, "He said that I was a broom star sent from the sky to take advantage of the Ren family's blessings. How would you know? Isn't it the Ren family's fault?

Too much, it’s the retribution you’ve brought upon yourself!”

No one thought that a girl who was only five years old and was born stupid would say these words incessantly and hit the nail on the head without anyone being able to refute. If this were the case as usual, everyone would definitely believe that this girl, the second uncle of the Ren family, was

Monster. But now, as soon as she opened her mouth, she summoned Tianyu to rescue her. The villagers who had been in drought for five years did not dare to make mistakes, for fear of violating God's will and causing natural disasters.

The heavy rain that the villagers had not seen for a long time poured down, and the cold rain poured on the child's burning wounds. It was very comfortable. Seeing the villagers who had wanted to burn her to death kneeling on the ground and begging her for forgiveness, begging God's forgiveness, she touched it and looked at it.

He looked at his parents who looked incredulous and smiled sweetly.

Now she only has what Po Meng said in her mind:
Chapter completed!