The snow outside had stopped, and the old man shook his head, refusing the cigarette Lu Qingyao offered.
"If you're used to smoking dry tobacco, light it yourself."
The story was too heavy. Lu Qingyao took a drag of his cigarette and remembered that Li Xiaoyun and Yi Mu's uncle should both be considered newborns, so he asked them what they had experienced when they came of age.
The old man brought his long cigarette holder close, took a sniff, and his dark purple lips moved as he exhaled a secret he never told anyone.
"Xiaoyun is not actually our biological daughter."
Lu Qingyao paused.
Here it comes, a hidden detail that wasn't mentioned in the main story, or rather, a plot point added later by the main god's group.
Having lived to this age, with a successful son who bought a house in town and no worries about food or drink, the old man shouldn't have this numb, sorrowful expression, but he does look utterly distressed.
The old man's back was a little hunched, and he sat on the bed, looking like a tiny little bundle.
"My son almost died from a woman when he was eighteen."
The boy, who was originally fairly well-behaved, suddenly became insanely obsessed with sex, spending day and night on women without stopping. Even holding a knife to his neck couldn't stop him.
The elderly couple were so anxious that their hair turned white, and they almost resorted to the worst possible measure: chopping off their son's genitals.
But if a man loses his manhood, how can he continue the family line? He can't even marry a woman.
At a crucial moment, a Taoist priest passed through the village and said he would give up ten years of his life in exchange for his son controlling his lower body.
The curse from back then said that if you couldn't get past the age of eighteen, you would die.
The old man agreed without hesitation, saying he would trade ten years of his life for his son's lifelong peace.
As for her daughter, she was a descendant of that village.
Li Xiaoyun's biological mother was from the village that was destroyed by fire; Li Xiaoyun's maternal grandparents also perished in that fire.
Li Xiaoyun's mother suffered from excessive depression and died shortly after giving birth to her.
That year, it seemed as if the villagers were being punished, and one by one they died.
The old man had just gotten married then. The couple were kind-hearted and took in Li Xiaoyun, who was still an infant.
This continued for more than ten years. Later, in order to pay for her younger brother's education, Li Xiaoyun went out to work. When she was eighteen, she returned home at the request of her parents.
The old man and woman, taking advantage of the fact that no one was watching, led her to the edge of the woods to offer prayers at dusk.
Li Xiaoyun's life over the years has been relatively smooth sailing, but also peaceful.
The child, who had the blood of that village flowing through his veins, seemed unaffected by the curse.
The old man, clinging to a sliver of hope, said to Lu Qingyao, "Xiao Mu has Xiao Yun's blood in his veins. If he goes to the woods to kowtow a few times the day before he turns eighteen, he'll be fine."
He could say it so easily, but Lu Qingyao dared not gamble with Yi Mu's remaining life.
Lu Qingyao booked plane tickets so that if Yi Mu behaved any strangely, he could immediately take him back and schedule an appointment with a top specialist to examine him.
Yi Mu was no longer by the window; Lu Qingyao found him in the room upstairs.
He went to sleep again, as if he was always very sleepy, and didn't want to talk.
The day before Yimu's birthday was fast approaching, and the festive atmosphere in the village was growing stronger.
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The young people living in the town, as well as those working outside, were wearing new clothes, carrying children in their arms, and carrying heavy luggage.
The old lady had already prepared the offerings for the sacrifice: fish, meat, eggs, tofu, and paper money for burning.
Lu Qingyao dressed Yi Mu in the thickest clothes and wrapped a large scarf around his neck.
The sheep had been listless for several days and wouldn't respond to anyone who tried to talk to it.
Lu Qingyao was extremely anxious, waiting for this day to pass to see if Yi Mu's body would have any problems.
He didn't want to stay in this village for another second; he just wanted to get Yimu away as soon as possible.
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