She is a lonely soul who died in vain in this world, and her life is not over but her soul is separated.

Wandering on the side of the Nai He Bridge, she wants to return the yang to revenge Naihe's body to be burned by fire, she wants to forget everything and start all over again, but her dust is not finished, Meng Po Tang can't wash away her past memories, and reincarnation can't go.

Guarding the lookout all day long, she looked at the uncles and aunts who killed her in vain, and the cousins who took everything she loved, she smiled, smiled bitterly, she asked this day, weishenme The wicked people call for wind and rain and have a smooth life, but the good people want to die unjustly?

She is unwilling, and her resentment is unsettled! She looked at the hypocritical faces at her funeral, her pretty face gradually distorted, and her clear soul gradually became infected with evil spirit, she was unwilling, unwilling, unwilling!

Suddenly, the picture in front of the Wangxiang platform changed, and the haze covered the sky with no light. At the foot of the mountain in the countryside, a young girl was covered in wounds, no longer crying, her eyes were tied to the firewood stack with empty eyes, and a group of villagers dressed in ancient costumes held torches and shouted "burn her, burn her, burn her......"

The second uncle of the young girl held a torch high in front of the firewood stack, and the sound of righteous words was to crusade against the demons, destroy relatives with righteousness, and eliminate harm for the villagers. The parents of the young girl knelt on the ground with tears streaming down their eyes, clasping their heads vigorously, begging the villagers to spare their daughter.

The second uncle sprinkled a jar of wine on the stack of wood, turned over his hand and threw the torch on it, and the stack of firewood was ignited, and the child's mother fainted with hoarse crying. The father held the child and the mother in his arms, and was at a loss for what to do, so he had to beg the person who took the lead.

"Second brother, second brother, I beg you, you are relieved, she is just a child, born stupid, she doesn't understand anything, it can never be a demon, please, please let her go."

"You know what? This girl was born to death her grandfather, the fortune teller said that she was the reincarnation of the broom star in the sky, specifically to take advantage of the blessing of our family, no, she killed my newborn son on her fifth birthday, folks, you come to see if she is a demon! The second uncle said seriously, there is evidence, this child just shouldn't live.

As soon as the second uncle finished speaking, the villagers who came with him also made a fuss.

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

"I remember when she was full moon, the black dog in our yard hit the wall and died!"

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For a while, the sound of begging demons came and went, and they were shocked.

She watched coldly on the lookout platform, watching those people frame a child can also be said to be so justifiable, perhaps because she was also framed by her relatives, and the evil spirit in her body became more and more intense.

Meng Po was dividing the soup, and inexplicably felt a strong aura surging nearby, pinching her fingers and calculating that it was the lonely soul wandering in Wangxiangtai, and the resentment was about to turn into a powerful ghost. In a desperate situation, Meng Po scooped a bowl of Meng Po soup to Wangxiangtai and poured the soup on the body of the lonely soul.

The evil spirit dissipated, the angry soul gradually calmed down, Meng Po leaned over to look at the scene under the lookout platform, the poor child in the fire has lost three souls and seven souls, even if the life is not over, I am afraid that it will be just an empty shell in the future, just a walking corpse in the world.

Thinking of this, Meng Po thought of the lonely soul who could not be reborn on the side, "If you are given a chance to be reborn, are you willing to be her?" ”

The lonely soul hesitated, if she was reborn and still made relatives with those hypocritical scum, wouldn't she want to repeat the sorrow of her previous life?

Seeing that the lonely soul hesitated, Meng Po gently pushed behind her, and before the lonely soul could say his decision, he had already fallen off the lookout platform, and was led by a strong wind to the child in the flames. I only heard Meng Po's faint voice behind her, "In this life, your life will be in your own hands, and your fate is not in you." ”

The fire burned the child's tender skin and the straw rope that bound her. Without the restraint of the rope, the child sat up abruptly and looked at the crowd in panic, and the child, who had never spoken, looked at his father and shouted, "Help me!" ”

The phrase "save me" frightened everyone, and it seemed to shock God. The sky that had been hazy for a long time was followed by thunder and lightning and heavy rain after the child's exclamation. The fire was extinguished in an instant, and the child's mother was awakened by the cold rain, and when she saw the child still alive, she was surprised to climb up to the pyre to pick up her child, and she didn't care about the charcoal that had not yet been extinguished to scorch her clothes and burn her skin, she just wanted her child to be safe.

The child's father followed, he looked at the child who was held in his wife's arms, and was a little shocked, after all, he was still a little unsure that the childish voice just now came from the child.

The sudden heavy rain made the villagers, who had experienced five years of drought, overjoyed, and they knelt on the ground to kowtow to God and thank God for his favor, and no one cared about the child who had not yet been burned.

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

At this time, some villagers suddenly said that this child may be a lucky star, and everyone thought that this child was stupid for five years, but now this child asked for help and caused the rain to save her, what is not a goddess?

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

The child, who was already burned, was rudely dragged away by him, and the injuries on his body hurt so much that the child's parents hurriedly went to snatch the child.

At this time, the child opened his mouth in a hurry and bit the second uncle's wrist, how much pain in her body, how much strength there was under her mouth. Fortunately, she had a good tooth, and a tiger tooth happened to be in the blood vessel on the second uncle's wrist, so that he couldn't stop bleeding.

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

"You say I'm a demon, so dare to ask you, was I the only one born when those people died? You say that the great drought is caused by me, but is it not because of me that the rain that falls from heaven today? The girl pointed to the second uncle who was holding his wrist and bleeding profusely, and sneered, "He said that I was a broom star from the sky to take advantage of the blessings of the Ren family, how would you know, isn't it that they have caused too many sins in the Ren family, and they have brought retribution!" ”

No one thought that a five-year-old girl who was born stupid would gush these words, and no one could refute them. If this is the case, everyone will believe that the second uncle of the Ren family is a demon. And now, as soon as she opened her mouth, she summoned Tianyu to relieve her, and the villagers who had been in drought for five years did not dare to make a mistake, for fear of going against the will of heaven and inviting natural disasters again.

The villagers had not been pouring down for a long time, and the cold rain poured on the child's burning wound very comfortably. Looking at the villagers who were going to burn her to death before kneeling on the ground and begging for her forgiveness, asking for forgiveness from God, she touched her incredible parents and smiled sweetly.

Now all she has in her mind is the words Meng Po said:

How fate is in you, not in the number of fortunes!