Chapter 1: Almost Buried Alive at the Beginning
Qiligou, Gu County, Liao Province, China, 1965
On a bare hill in Beishan, the cold wind was as biting as a knife, and the sky was so gloomy that it seemed as if it would fall at any time.
A few dead trees swayed in the wind, making rustling sounds, as if accompanying the impending tragedy.
Several villagers wearing thin cotton coats carried a small square coffin made of a few simple wooden boards, and their staggering steps left deep footprints on the snow.
The thin coffin came to rest under some bare trees on Lianggang, where several people were already digging a hole.
There were no white banners or mourning clothes. The funeral was so simple that it was heartbreaking, but also carried an indescribable weirdness.
Digging pits in winter is really tiring. Several villagers jumped out of the pits with sweat on their foreheads, saying, "Okay, it's big enough."
The captain walked over to take a look, nodded, and gestured to the men carrying the coffin. Just as the villagers were carrying the small coffin and positioning it, shouting "Down," a woman with disheveled hair and covered in mud and snow came crawling up.
"Ah~, Tang Shengjun, you bastard, you heartless bastard, that's your own niece, how could you have the heart to bury her alive, ah~"
The woman rushed towards the small square coffin like crazy, "Ah~, my Yueyue."
When the team leader and the villagers heard that the child was not dead, they were shocked for a moment, and then they quickly protected the coffin and lowered it.
Tang Shengjun quickly came over to stop the frantic woman. "Old Third's, this girl has been weak since she was born. She's been raising her for almost four years and that's enough. With the bad times these days, one less person's food rations can feed a strong laborer."
"You, get out of here! My Yueyue isn't eating your family's food. As long as I, Lin Cuicui, am alive, no one will bury my Yueyue alive."
Lin Cuicui glared at Tang Shengjun angrily with her eyes bulging, scaring Tang Shengjun so much that he didn't dare to move forward.
He shouted in a timid tone, "These are all promised by mother. This girl breathes in less than she breathes out. What's the difference between her and being dead?"
Lin Cuicui pointed at Tang Shengjun and said, "Tang Shengjun, if you dare to bury my Yueyue today, I will bang my head against the wall and die. If you dare to take my life, you will be buried!"
Her howls echoed across the empty hills, like a sharp knife cutting through the cold winter day.
After yelling, she turned around and started breaking the wooden board with her bare hands.
Tang Shengjun thought the girl was unlucky and didn't even bother to light the wooden board. Lin Cuicui's rage exploded, and she actually broke the thin board in one go. Ignoring the blood on her hands, Lin Cuicui reached out to break the other boards.
The captain and the others also saw the situation inside the coffin. The little child was emaciated, skin and bones. His eyes, somewhat blackened, were tightly closed and sunken in his sockets. His two small hands were crossed, hugging his curled-up self, as if to give himself warmth and strength.
Everyone's eyes turned red as they watched this scene. Several men came over to help silently, and soon the wooden board was pried open. Lin Cuicui rubbed her hands on her dirty clothes and stretched out her hands to quickly pick up the child.
Lin Cuicui was stunned as soon as she started, and then tears flowed down her face.
Her little fourth child, her little fourth child, was dead, dead! It was obvious, it was obvious that when Tang Shengjun went to her house to snatch the child, the child was still fine and breathing.
“Ah~”
Lin Cuicui howled to the sky, her hair ripping apart, long hair dancing in the wind, tears of blood streaming from the corners of her eyes. She turned and stared at Tang Shengjun, "Tang Shengjun, I cannot stand against you. Give me back my son's life!"
As he said this, he put the child back into the coffin, picked up a stone and smashed it at Tang Shengjun's head.
"Quick, stop her." The captain was very anxious. If someone died, Lin Cuicui would have to go to jail.
Tang Shengjun was so frightened that he was stunned for a moment, not knowing what to do.
The captain stopped in front of Lin Cuicui, holding her hand tightly, and turned back to shout at Tang Shengjun, "Hurry up and leave. I'll settle the score with you later!"
Lin Cuicui was extremely strong at this time, and even four big men couldn't control her.
The captain turned around and looked at Lin Cuicui, "Old Third, calm down. You'll go to jail if you kill Tang Shengjun."
There is a third child and three children to take care of at home, and the family can’t be without you!
Besides, the child is gone now. Let her be buried in peace as soon as possible."
Lin Cuicui suddenly felt like a deflated ball, and the stone slipped from her hand. She slid to the ground powerlessly, her eyes staring blankly ahead.
The captain and the villagers were silent when they saw this scene, sighing in their hearts, but they didn't know how to persuade Lin Cuicui. It was miserable, really too miserable.
Suddenly, a soft "Mom~" came into everyone's ears.
The team leader and the villagers suddenly felt a chill on their backs and got goose bumps all over their bodies.
They didn't even have the courage to look back.
Lin Cuicui turned around instantly and looked at the coffin in disbelief, only to see a skinny little person sitting in the coffin with big eyes, calling for his mother.
Lin Cuicui thought she was hallucinating, but even if it was an illusion, she refused to give up. She immediately knelt and crawled towards the coffin.
"Yueyue, my little Yue'er~"
Tang Yue really wanted to stand up and respond to her mother at this time, but she was so weak that she could only smile and stretch out her little hand towards her mother with difficulty.
She was originally a small cultivator in the world of immortal cultivation. She had low aptitude and it took her three years of practice to reach the ninth level of Qi training. This time, she followed the sect disciples to the secret realm to search for treasures, but was caught in the fight between her senior brothers and strange beasts and became cannon fodder.
When she regained consciousness, she felt a pair of cold hands pulling her out of the ice cave. Although her body was still freezing cold, Tang Yue felt warm from heart to body.
Her heart, frozen for years, seemed to warm up a little. Then, frame by frame, the images flooded into her mind as Tang Yue read through the original owner's sickly and short life.
At the same time, she also saw the love and care that the original owner's parents and three brothers gave her.
Tang Yue, an orphan, had never known parental love. Despite her humble talents, she managed to enter a major sect through hard work. However, as an outer disciple, she wasn't valued, so she had never truly experienced the true meaning of family love.
She suddenly came to this strange place. Although everything around her frightened her, she still liked her current identity.
Let them fight it out in the turbulent world of immortal cultivation. She was going to start a new life with this new identity.
Lin Cuicui crawled over and pulled Tang Yue out of the coffin, holding her in her arms. The warmth that gradually emanated from the child warmed Lin Cuicui's icy heart. Her soul also slowly returned.
Lin Cuicui carefully took the child in, as if she had found a treasure. Seeing that the child's big round eyes were still open, she hugged the child in her arms again, repeating the process back and forth, as if it would never be enough.
Tang Yue cooperated obediently in her mother's arms.
Lin Cuicui's joyful gasp finally gave the captain and the others courage. When they turned around, they saw the little girl, with almost only a layer of skin left on her face, nestled obediently in Lin Cuicui's arms, her big eyes blinking.
“This, this?”
The team leader and the villagers looked at each other, unable to believe that what they saw was real.
Obviously? Just now, the captain saw that the child's face had turned purple. What happened? The captain swallowed silently. After the founding of the People's Republic of China, supernatural powers were banned. This child must be lucky.
"Old, the third brother's family, it's cold in the mountains, you should take the children home first."
Lin Cuicui seemed to have just realized what was happening. She nodded in response. She must have used too much force just now, and now she was completely exhausted.
The captain explained guiltily, "Lao San's family, Tang Shengjun came to us and said that the child was dead. You were at home taking care of Lao San and couldn't come out, so that's why he asked us to help. If I had known earlier..."
“Yes, yes…”
"right!"
The other villagers followed suit.
Lin Cuicui's voice was hoarse, "Uncle Xu, I know everything. I don't blame you."
Lin Cuicui, using the villagers' help, stood up, patting Tang Yue's back repeatedly and soothing her. "We just distributed food per head yesterday. They were just waiting to attack my Xiao Si after that."
The captain was also somewhat helpless, as every family has its own problems. "Hey, aren't you all home?"
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