Yin Ming watched the funeral, which was so simple and hasty, like a spectator.
Since the two men appeared, Lingyao had been squatting silently with his head down, making it impossible to guess his emotions.
Only after the funeral ended, when the man named Lin Dazhi took the three-year-old child's hand and kindly asked if he wanted to go home with him, did Lingyao seem to be suddenly awakened, looking up and murmuring, "No..."
Yin Ming raised an eyebrow. This funeral had obviously really happened, and Ling Yao subconsciously refused on behalf of his three-year-old self. Could something have happened afterward?
Was Lin Dazhi a bad person? Or...? Yin Ming suddenly had a bad feeling.
The scene shifted rapidly, and the view changed. When Yin Ming saw a group of villagers carrying the unconscious Lin Dazhi on a makeshift stretcher and taking him home, he sighed silently. Sure enough.
His right hand, hanging by his side, was haphazardly wrapped with a strip of cloth that was clearly torn from his clothes; the cloth was even stained dark with the seeping blood.
Meanwhile, the man named Hu Zi was now standing beside the stretcher, anxiously directing everyone to gently place Lin Dazhi in a courtyard.
With so many people around, it's inevitable that there will be noise. Hearing the commotion, the three-year-old child came out of the house.
Tiger looked up and saw it was him. His face immediately turned cold. He raised his trembling hand, pointing at the three-year-old child as if sentencing him, and scolded him:
"It must be because of that jinx! Brother Dazhi touched his head with this hand that day, and only a few days later, he got injured by an axe! Brother Dazhi has been chopping wood for decades, when has such an accident ever happened! He must have been cursed by him to have this happen!"
The three-year-old child raised his bewildered eyes, facing the sudden accusation with a blank expression.
Perhaps he was also wondering why this matter was related to him.
Upon hearing this, the surrounding villagers began whispering amongst themselves. Yin Ming, with his sharp ears, overheard a few comments such as, "Who knows, it might really be him," "I've heard that everyone who's ever been in contact with him has had terrible luck," and "Could he really be a jinx reincarnated?"
Yin Ming was speechless. Seriously, what kind of people are these? How can they blame everything on a three-year-old?
The three-year-old hesitated for a few seconds, then ignored their comments.
He intended to walk towards Lin Dazhi on the ground, but Hu Zi, who had sensed his intention, raised his hand to block his way.
"What are you trying to do now? Haven't you made Dazhi suffer enough? If you have any conscience at all, get out of here! It's not enough that you've harmed your own grandmother, how many more people do you want to hurt!"
The three-year-old child was startled by his sudden shout and stood frozen in place. He hung his little head, seemingly lost in thought, and after a long while, he murmured, "Uncle Dazhi... will he be like Grandma?"
Will she leave him like her grandmother did?
Tiger's face grew even more somber as he thought of the old man who had just passed away.
"Of course! As long as you stay by Dazhi's side, he'll end up like your grandma one day! Since you know the consequences, why don't you get out of here and stay as far away from Dazhi as possible!"
I told Brother Dazhi a long time ago not to adopt this jinx, but he just wouldn't listen!
Even if Brother Dazhi has no wife or children, he shouldn't have adopted this jinx as his child!
Didn't you see that he's already cursed his family to death? If this continues, Brother Dazhi will definitely be killed by him too!
Tiger looked at Lin Dazhi on the ground with a complicated expression and asked irritably, "Didn't I send Tie Niu to fetch the doctor from the west of the city? Why hasn't he come back yet?"
No sooner had he finished speaking than a loud shout came from outside the courtyard. It was Tie Niu, who had gone to fetch the doctor: "He's here! Everyone, make way so the doctor can come in!"
Upon hearing that the doctor had arrived, the surrounding people immediately made way for him.
Tiger's face lit up with joy. He quickly went outside the courtyard and welcomed the white-haired old man dressed as a village doctor inside.
Everyone was frantically following the doctor's instructions, some carrying Lin Dazhi back into the house, some bandaging him, and others preparing his medicine.
Therefore, no one noticed that the three-year-old child, with his eyes downcast and looking back every few steps, left the home that had briefly given him warmth.
Even if any of them saw it... Yin Ming thought, they would probably just breathe a sigh of relief and sigh that this 'jinx' was finally gone.
Looking at that lonely little figure, Yin Ming felt a sudden pang of pain in his heart, but he never expected that this matter was not over yet.
The scene before me was like a highly immersive 3D movie, and then the scene shifted to a dilapidated courtyard that was also covered with white silk ribbons.
Yin Ming frowned as he looked at the scene before him, and suddenly realized that a three-year-old child with nowhere else to go would naturally have to return to his original home.
Sigh, what a pitiful child, not only understanding the pain of separation and death at such a young age, but now also being forced to be sensible.
But is this the home of the Ninth Incarnation of Lingyao? Yin Ming immediately became interested and began to carefully observe the small courtyard.
It's called a courtyard, but it's really just an open space enclosed by a fence.
In the center of the open space stood a low, earthen house. One corner of the house appeared to have collapsed due to rainwater seepage, leaving it drafty.
A smaller fence had been erected on the right side of the yard, which looked like it was originally used to keep livestock.
On the left is a simple kitchen with a small stove with three stove doors. There are four pillars around the stove, and a shed for rain protection.
The gate to the courtyard was an opening in the fence directly opposite the house, constructed from a few pieces of wood. White lanterns with the character "奠" (meaning "offering sacrifice") hung on both sides of the gate, adding to the desolate and lonely atmosphere of this secluded courtyard.
The three-year-old child stood in front of the courtyard gate and pushed open the two door panels that had been gnawed and rotten by termites.
He walked to the low house, pushed open the door, and went inside.
While he was opening and closing the door, Yin Ming peeked through the crack to examine the layout of the room, only to find that there was hardly any furniture in the room; it was practically bare.
Tsk, this life is so miserable, it's beyond words.
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