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

Wandering by the Naihe Bridge, she wanted to revenge, but Naihe's body was burned by fire, she wanted to forget everything and start over, but her relationship was not over, and Mengpo soup could not wash away her past memories, and she could not reincarnate.

She stayed at Wangxiangtai all day long, and looked at her uncles and aunts who killed her in vain and her cousin who occupied everything she loved. She smiled bitterly. She asked this day, why did the evil people make the best of their lives in the world, but the good people die unjustly?

She was unwilling to accept her heart and couldn't calm her resentment! She looked at the hypocritical faces at her funeral, her pretty face gradually distorted, and her clear soul gradually became tainted with bad temper. She was unwilling, unwilling, unwilling to accept it!

Suddenly, the picture in front of Wangxiang's platform changed, and the haze covered the sky with no trace of light. At the foot of the mountain in the countryside, a young girl was covered in wounds and no longer knew how to cry. Her eyes were empty and tied to the firewood pile. A group of villagers dressed in ancient 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 said righteously that he wanted to fight against the monsters, destroy their relatives for justice, and eliminate the harm to the villagers. The little girl's parents knelt on the ground and kept holding their heads, begging the villagers to let their daughter go.

The second uncle sprinkled a jar of wine on the firewood pile, threw the torch up, and the firewood pile was lit, and the child's mother fainted from crying. The father hugged the child's mother, at a loss, and had to ask the person who took the lead.

"Second brother, second brother, I beg you, you are relieved. She is just a child, born stupid and knows nothing. She will never be a monster. Please, please let her go."

"What do you know? This girl killed her grandfather as soon as she was born. The fortune teller said that she was the reincarnation of the broom star in the sky and came to occupy the blessings of our Ren family. Now, on her fifth birthday, my newborn son died. Villagers, let me tell me if she is a monster!" The second uncle said seriously, with evidence, this child should not live.

As soon as the second uncle finished speaking, the villagers who followed him also started to make excuses.

"I remember that the year she was born, our countryside had a severe drought!"

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

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For a moment, the voices of begging for monsters were heard one after another, and they were startled.

On the Wangxiang stage, she watched coldly, watching those people framed a child so well, perhaps because she was framed by her relatives, the anger in her body became increasingly strong.

Meng Po was dividing the soup, and inexplicably felt a yin and fierce aura surged nearby. After figuring out, it turned out that the lonely soul wandering around Wangxiangtai was uneasy and was about to turn into a ghost. In the critical moment, Meng Po scooped a bowl of Mengpo soup to Wangxiangtai and poured the soup on Gusu's body.

The evil spirit dissipated, and the angry soul gradually calmed down. Meng Po leaned over to look at the scene in the audience. It was a pity that the child in the fire had disappeared from three souls and seven souls. Even if his life was not over, he would be just an empty shell in the future and be the walking corpse in the world.

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

The lonely soul hesitated. If she still reborn and still becomes relatives with those hypocritical scum, wouldn’t she repeat the sorrow of her previous life?

Seeing Guhun hesitating, Meng Po pushed her gently behind her. Guhun had not had time to tell her decision, but had fallen down from the Wangxiangtai and was led to the fire by a strong wind. Only Meng Po's quiet voice sounded behind her, "Your life will be in your own hands in this life. How will your destiny be with you, not with luck."

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

The words "Save me" scared everyone, and seemed to shock God. The gloomy sky was pouring with thunder and lightning after the child screamed. The fire, which was not very strong, was instantly extinguished. The child's mother was awakened by the cold rain. Seeing the alive child climbing up the pile of firewood to hold his child in surprise, she didn't care that the charcoal that had not yet been extinguished, her clothes burned her skin. She just needed her child to be safe and sound.

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

The sudden heavy rain made the villagers who had experienced five years of drought ecstatic and knelt on the ground to kowtow to God, thanking God for his kindness, no one cared about the child who had not yet burned to death.

The second uncle was shocked by the stupid child's words, and combined with the sudden heavy rain, if she was allowed to live today, it would be inevitable that someone would say that he was crazy and would not even let a five-year-old child go. I thought I would be more sure that the child could not be kept, so I hurriedly incited the villagers to say that this child was a monster and could not be kept.

At this time, some villagers suddenly said that this child might be a lucky star. For five years, everyone thought that this child was stupid, but now the child called for help and caused the rain to save her. What is it that he is not a goddess?

Seeing that the villagers hesitated, the second uncle climbed up the firewood pile and snatched the child held by his mother. "Friends, this is God's will. God wants us to drown this monster instead of burning it to death!"

The child, who had been burned, was rudely dragged away by him. The injuries on his body were so painful that the child's parents hurriedly went to grab the child.

At this time, the child was so anxious that he opened his mouth and bit his second uncle's wrist. The more painful her body hurt, the more strength she had under her mouth. Fortunately, she had a good tooth, and a tiger tooth was about to fall on the blood vessels on the second uncle's wrist, so that he kept bleeding.

The girl who broke free from her shackles returned to her mother's arms and looked down at the at a loss in coldness.

"You said I am a monster, so how dare you ask everyone, I was the only one who died? You said that the drought was caused by me. Didn't the rain from heaven today also caused by me?" The girl pointed at her second uncle who covered her wrists and kept bleeding, and sneered, "He said that I was a broom star from heaven to take full advantage of the Ren family. How could you know? Could it be that their Ren family committed too much sin and caused retribution to themselves!"

No one expected that a girl who was born a fool at the age of five would say these words continuously, and she could not refute them. If this were the case in the past, everyone would believe that the second uncle of the Ren family was a monster. Now, as soon as she opened her mouth, she summoned Tianyu to relieve her. The villagers who had been drought for five years would not dare to act rashly, for fear of going against the will of heaven and causing natural disasters.

The villagers had been pouring down for a long time, and the cold rain poured on the child's burning wounds. It was very comfortable to see the villagers who had to burn her to death before kneeling on the ground and begging for her forgiveness and God's forgiveness, she touched and looked at her incredible parents and smiled sweetly.

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