The hen screamed in terror and soon died and turned into a pile of meat.

The goddess picked up the chicken and stuffed it into her mouth without pulling out the feathers. She even chewed the bones into pieces.

I was too scared to speak, and my parents also looked panicked.

Is it right or wrong to invite the goddess to come?

No one knows.

The goddess ate two chickens, her mouth was full of blood and her mouth smelled foul.

She swaggered up to me, pulled the rope soaked in black dog blood with one hand, and tied me firmly to the bed.

"Don't!" My mother felt sorry for me and burst into tears. She wanted to step forward, but was hugged tightly by my father.

I couldn't bear their worries, so I nodded bravely and forced out a smile: "Dad, Mom, I'm fine."

The goddess stretched out her hand and scratched the air, making a series of strange sounds.

I just felt a pair of hands behind me tearing open my back and trying to skin me alive.

It hurts! It hurts so much!

The ten-year-old me couldn't bear it anymore, so I kept crying and struggling desperately.

The rope soaked in the black dog's blood tightened around me, twisting into my flesh and blood, like a gangrene attached to the bone. It hurt so much that I wished I could die immediately.

The mother couldn't bear it and shouted loudly: "It's no longer possible! We can't be cured!"

My father couldn't hold her back, so she rushed forward and wanted to untie me.

The goddess's face changed, and her voice was sharp: "Get away!"

The mother didn't listen, but turned around and knocked the goddess aside.

The goddess fell to the ground, her eyes suddenly turned fierce.

She sneered, her voice was weird, like a mouse or a kettle, but not human.

She said: "I curse you..." The next sentence could not be heard clearly.

When her father heard what she said, he became angry. He picked her up with one hand and pushed her out the door: "We don't need you! We don't need you anymore!"

After the goddess stopped doing the exercises, I felt less pain.

I turned my head to look out the door and saw her standing blankly at the door, her eyes so fierce and red that the malice in them was almost wringing out!

At that moment, I knew that the person looking at me was not a goddess.

It's the "family fairy" in her.

That is the legendary weasel.

My heart began to throb and hurt again. It was not as life-and-death as before, but it was also so uncomfortable that I couldn't breathe.

In the following days, I became weak rapidly.

My back couldn't straighten and was bent more and more under the tremendous force.

The neighbors around me started to point fingers at my house.

Some said that my fate was bad and I would not live long; some said that the evil spirits in my family had not been eliminated and I had provoked Huang Jiaxian, so my family was destined to be destroyed; some said that my parents should not have wanted me.

The first two don't sound like much to me, but the last one makes me sad.

Because I heard the meaning behind their words.

It turns out that I am not your biological child.

I don’t know my age, I don’t know my birthday, I don’t know my parents.

Everything around me is unreal.

I hid in the cornfield and cried in pain.

A small hand patted my shoulder, with a clear and sweet voice: "Zhao Rui, did you fall too? Does it hurt?"

It’s Gong Yiyu!

She is the same age as me. She always wears two pigtails and has two dimples. Her smile is particularly cute.

Every time I see her smile, I feel happy along with her.

I didn’t want her to see my embarrassment, so I said harshly: “It’s none of your business!”

Gong Yiyu chuckled, sat next to me, and said softly: "Don't listen to other people's nonsense. Feudal superstition is not advisable. You must be a little tired recently, and you will get better slowly!"

I couldn't help but raise my head and glance at her secretly.

Her smile is so bright and her eyes are so gentle, they can dispel all the haze.

My heart was beating fast, but I turned my head sharply and said with a look of disdain: "It has nothing to do with you!"

Gong Yiyu seemed to be able to tell my duplicity. He sat next to me and chattered a lot of interesting things. In the end, I couldn't help crying and laughing.

Gong Yiyu seems to have magic power, making my back less painful.

My good mood only lasted until I got home.

Because the animals in the yard are crazy.

Chickens, ducks and geese crowded together and screamed like crazy. Two cows had bloodshot eyes and kept wailing.

One after another, the sound was hoarse and sharp, making people's eardrums hurt.

Father and mother were busy comforting them and feeding them constantly.

The neighbors around me looked at my home through the courtyard wall, their brows furrowed and their eyes frightened.

When these animals saw me, they screamed even louder!

They were foaming at the mouth, talking intermittently, and staring at me with their blood-red eyes.

My mother burst into tears and grabbed my father's sleeves, losing her mind.

"My father, how can I deal with this?"

My father gritted his teeth and showed a fierce expression on his face that I had never seen before. Without saying a word, he picked up a shovel from the corner and patted the heads of these animals.

He has great strength, his expression is ferocious, and his movements are swift and violent.

In an instant, all the chickens, ducks and geese in the yard turned into piles of dead meat, motionless and quiet.

Only two cows kept braying.

"Arui, go get me the knife!"

My father called me, and I ran to the kitchen and took out a meat cutting knife.

The blade was very bright, reflecting my shadow and the strange monster behind me.

I was so frightened that I took two steps back, not daring to look any further.

I handed the knife to my father, who raised the knife and skillfully killed two cows.

I watched from the side and moved my fingers unconsciously.

I have never told anyone, but every time I see such a scene, I secretly think that it is a pity. If it had been lowered two inches, I could have killed it with one knife, so that it would not have suffered.

In the blink of an eye, the originally lively courtyard became so full of energy that you could hear a needle drop.

My mother looked at the livestock all over the ground with distress, and her tears never stopped.

The father's eyes were red, he threw away the sharp knife in his hand, hugged the body of the cow on the ground and cried bitterly.

This was the first time I saw my father cry.

He cried so sadly, his voice was not loud, he was whimpering and wailing, but it was more harsh than those animals just now, and it made me feel more painful than when I was skinned.

It's like cutting off the head with a dull knife. You can't die, but the pain is excruciating.

After a while, my father came back to his senses, stood up suddenly, and said through gritted teeth: "My dear, please skin and clean up all these animals. Now, let's invite the whole village to eat meat!"

My mother was a neat person, she wiped away her tears and started doing the work.

Wait until the sky turns dark and the aroma of meat fills the air.

My mother and I set up the table, and it was filled with chicken, duck, goose, and beef meat. It was fragrant, oily, and tempting to look at!

The father forced a smile and went out to invite people.

Within ten minutes, he came back again.

When he came back, his face was not good, and there was a hint of fear in his anger.
Chapter completed!