After confirming that someone was banging on the door, and that it was his own door, Song Qianning immediately stood up and walked outside.

When the door was opened, the first thing that caught my eye was a large group of figures holding torches.

After coming out, Song Qianning frowned and looked at the large group of people blocking outside a door.

There were both men and women blocking the way outside, and most of them were holding torches in their hands. They all glared at Song Qianning, as if they wanted to stare her to death.

Some of them even had veins bulging on their foreheads, their fists clenched, and the way they looked at her was no different from the way they looked at the murderer of their father.

After taking a quick glance at the people in front of her, Song Qianning confirmed that she didn't know them. She felt puzzled: "Who are you? What's the matter with you coming to my house so late at night?"

The leader was a woman who stood at the front of the crowd, staring at Song Qianning the entire time: "Little bitch, how dare you ask?!"

"You are a demon who harms people. You caused our child to get chickenpox. Today we are here to seek justice from you."

"Yes!" someone behind him responded, his tone filled with grief and indignation: "My child used to be so healthy, but it's all because of you, you witch. Now he has chickenpox and can only lie in bed, not knowing whether he will live or die."

"My poor eldest child has been so sick with chickenpox that he can't even eat. He's so skinny that only bones remain. It's all because of you, you devil!"

Amid the cries and complaints of the people around them, the leading woman spoke again, "Song Qianning, you are a demon and you caused all our children to get chickenpox. We will never let you go today!"

"Yes, I will never let the goblin go and make him pay the price!"

"Today I must avenge my child!"

Through the complaints of this group of people, Song Qianning barely pieced together what had happened, and looked at their eyes in speechlessness.

They didn't take good care of their child, which led to the child getting chickenpox. What does it have to do with her?

Song Qianning was speechless. She glanced at everyone present and said calmly, "How can you be sure that your child got chickenpox because of me?"

A man roared angrily, "My son is strong and healthy. He's always been healthy. He's only been sick a few times since he was a child. Now he suddenly gets chickenpox. If it's not you, a witch, who's to blame?"

"That's right. My child hardly ever left the house, and yet he got chickenpox."

"Things have come to this, and you still dare to quibble. Let's all come together and burn the goblin to death!"

Looking at the group of people across from her who were clamoring to burn her to death to avenge her child, Song Qianning smiled faintly: "I have a question that I'm very curious about. How did you know I was a demon? And what evidence do you have to prove it?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the crowd on the opposite side who were shouting fell silent, looking at each other.

Someone stopped puffing out his chest and said confidently, "Of course I heard it from someone."

"Yes, flies don't bite seamless eggs. Everyone says you are a goblin, so you must be a goblin."

"Fairies are harmful to people, don't try to confuse us!"

After learning that everything was just a rumor, Song Qianning sneered and said bluntly, "To put it bluntly, these are just rumors you heard. So I want to ask you, why are you so sure that I am the so-called demon just because of rumors you heard from who knows where?"

The group of people who had been arguing that they wanted to burn Song Qianning to death to save their children were now stunned.

"If you had concrete evidence to prove that I was a demon and the culprit who caused your child to get chickenpox, then I would have nothing to say. But from the beginning to the end, I have never seen your child. You come here to interrogate me without any evidence at all. What's the difference between you and a murderer?"

"No, you are even more despicable than the executioner. After all, the executioner only kills the criminals, but you just acted out of selfish desire and arbitrarily framed an innocent person without any evidence, and even wanted to burn him to death. You are shameless."

As Song Qianning spoke word by word, the surroundings became increasingly quiet. The people looked at each other, their confidence waning.

"What she said...seems to make some sense."

"Did you know that rumors can kill people?" With a sneer, Song Qianning glanced around, then pointed at the leading woman. "I observed the celestial phenomena at night and calculated that she is the reincarnation of a jinx, specifically targeting those around her. Maybe she's the one who caused your child's chickenpox."

Everyone looked at the woman at the same time, their eyes becoming suspicious.

At this time, someone in the crowd said, "Oh, now I remember that her parents-in-law died right after she got married."

"Yes, I used to have a good relationship with her parents-in-law. They were both very healthy, but their health started to deteriorate after she got married."

The noises of the crowd grew louder and louder, and the way the people looked at the woman also changed.

"Some time ago, I went out with her, and I tripped over a rock. I ended up going to the clinic to get some medicine, and ended up lying in bed for the better part of a month. Could it be that she was the cause of my death?"

"I once passed by her house and lost my wallet, which contained several taels of silver. I immediately felt something was wrong and thought it must be her curse."

The ancients were superstitious and didn't think much about the bad things that happened to them in their daily lives. But after hearing Song Qianning say that the woman was the reincarnation of a jinx, they couldn't help but connect those bad things with her.

The woman's parents-in-law died just after she got married. In the eyes of others, this was proof that she was the reincarnation of a jinx.

The people took several steps back, putting some distance between themselves and the woman.

Especially the few people standing next to the woman, they ran a few meters away and patted their clothes with their hands, fearing that they would be contaminated by her bad luck.

In less than a few seconds, the area around the woman became a vacuum zone.

Noticing the gazes of those people, the woman panicked and explained incoherently, "No, no, I'm not a jinx."

Fearing that others wouldn't believe her, the woman was so anxious that she almost cried: "My parents-in-law's death had nothing to do with me, and it wasn't my bad luck. It was that bitch Song Qianning who made up all that nonsense. Yes, she must have been unhappy with me and deliberately framed me for being a jinx."

"Believe me, I'm not a jinx."

No matter what the woman said, no one else believed her. Someone even whispered, "Look at how anxious she is. She must be feeling insecure because of what she said. I'll have to stay away from her from now on."

"She's coming. Step back quickly. Don't let her bad luck get to you."

Seeing the woman who was avoided by the people like the plague, Song Qianning's expression became more and more sarcastic.

After watching for a while, she looked at the woman and raised her lips, "Do you now understand how powerful those so-called rumors are?"