Jian Ran is very clear that as soon as she stepped into this deserted village, she broke into the grievance domain of the ghost again.

The scene of persistence and resentment reappeared like yesterday, and from the perspective of a bystander, he had a panoramic view of the last part of the story.

Mother Liu was holding her lifeless daughter in her arms, staring at the patriarch, and the resentment rising up in her body was stronger than that of the person who died suddenly in her arms.

"Mother, let's go back?" Father Liu, who was supporting her behind her, was devastated, "It's all my fault, I shouldn't have left like that,"

"If I stayed and watched our Yinger, she might not..."

"Stop talking!" Mother Liu interrupted him sharply, "Go home! Carry us Ying home!"

Father Liu didn't dare to say any more, and took the muddy, battered young body from her arms, and the slightly swollen belly was a child who died before it was born.

One dead body and two dead, but no pity was aroused by anyone present.

All the villagers looked contemptuously, and even spat on the ground after Father Liu and Mother Liu left the ancestral hall.

"Bah! What a bitch!"

"Raising this bitch, they have the nerve to ask for someone?!"

"You still want that bitch to live and give birth to a child?! It's just a dream!"

"Bah! The patriarch promised, and the ancestors of the ancestral hall did not agree!"

"It's a family misfortune to raise such a daughter!"

The vicious words kept ringing in his ears, although Jian Ran couldn't empathize with her, she still frowned, deeply disgusted.

He opened his legs and followed the stumbling elder to leave the ancestral hall.

Outside, the moon is bright and the stars are thin, silver light shines everywhere, leaving no blind spots, as if it wants to thoroughly reflect the injustice and dirty things in the world.

Mother Liu had already wiped away her tears, her expression was determined, and there was an indescribable weirdness all over her body.

Father Liu, who was holding Liu Ying in his arms, followed step by step, peeked cautiously, walked more than ten steps, and finally said uncontrollably, "Damn, don't be impulsive..."

Mother Liu suddenly turned her head, her eyes were stern, "Shut up!"

"The children are like this, tell me not to be impulsive?!"

"I..." The farmer couldn't speak at all, he could only stutter, "People, people can't be resurrected after death."

Mother Liu laughed suddenly when she heard the words, her smile was extremely weird, "Who says people can't come back to life after death?"

"I'll show you tonight!"

Father Liu's eyes widened, "Mother, what are you doing?!"

Mother Liu didn't respond, she turned around slowly, and still walked in the direction of home, but her steps were a little stiff, as if she would fall down at any time.

Seeing this, Jian Ran couldn't help sighing in her heart, the power of maternal love is really extraordinary, the loss of reverse reincarnation is not only physical trauma, but also three souls and seven souls...

In a blink of an eye, they had already arrived at the low room of the old couple. Mother Liu first ordered Father Liu to fetch a bucket of clean water, and then she went into the wing room and rummaged through the cabinet. Several old bundles were spread out on the kang.

Jian Ran's pupils narrowed slightly, and when he looked carefully, he saw the special objects for witches - a blood-stained magic weapon, an old and mottled soul-calling bell, a few incomplete ancient books, and a copper bowl for tinkering with materials.

Under the cold moonlight, Mother Liu took out some unnamed things, threw them into the bowl, and smashed them vigorously.

At this moment, Father Liu had already brought the wooden barrel, stood outside the door and looked inside, "Damn, what are you doing?"

"Put Yinger in the barrel." Mother Liu answered the wrong question.

Father Liu didn't want to disobey Mother Liu, so he could only bite the bullet and put his own daughter into the wooden barrel.

After a while, Mother Liu came out with a copper bowl in her hand, and poured the contents into clear water without saying a word.

She caressed Liu Ying's muddy and dirty face with one hand, the love and madness on her face intertwined and changed, her voice was hoarse and weird, "Yinger, don't worry,"

"In the morning you will live,"

"And the child in your womb......"

Seeing this scene, Father Liu was so frightened that his legs went limp, and he slumped on the ground with an expression of disbelief, "Mother, you, don't talk nonsense, how could Yinger..."

Mother Liu suddenly turned her head, her expression stern, "Don't you want your daughter to come back to life?!"

"I, of course I hope!" Father Liu panicked.

"Then shut up and wait!" Mother Liu showed a fierce look.

Father Liu seemed to have never seen a daughter-in-law like this before, and he was shocked, but the desire in his heart to hope that his daughter would be born again was too strong, covering up his sense of uneasiness.

In the end, could only watch silently by the side, praying for a miracle to come.

Jian Ran squatted not far away, thinking secretly, it seems that Mother Liu did not reveal the skills of a witch to her husband, children, and even the villagers.

That's why the patriarch dared to bully unscrupulously.

You know, in the old society, the status of witches was not higher than that of ordinary people. No one dared to offend them for fear of retaliation...

Mother Liu moved neatly, with a dignified expression, and cleaned Liu Ying from the inside to the outside, then returned to the house, took out the summoning bell and began to practice.

It has to be said that this sorceress still has two brushes, and when she recites a mantra, the dark wind suddenly rises and the moon is covered by dark clouds.

The originally deathly quiet forest began to shake violently, and the leaves rustled, as if a demon was whispering.

"The gate of heaven is open, the gate of earth is open, the soul is possessed, and I will return early..." Mother Liu closed her eyes and spoke plausibly. In the strong wind, her hair spread out like a ghost showing its teeth and claws.

Dozens of white mist came from all directions, condensed into grimaces, and grinned.

Father Liu was so frightened that he trembled all over. He didn't dare to look at it, so he closed his eyes, covered his head and knelt down on the ground.

Heaven-defying sorcery shouldn't exist in the world, otherwise it will lead to catastrophe.

Jian Ran watched coldly, unable to stop the established facts.

After an unknown amount of time, the cloudy wind finally subsided, the morning star lit up in the sky, and a ray of morning light shone on Liu Ying's face.

Still lifeless, she slowly opened her eyes, the pupils were strangely hollow.

Jian Ran held her breath and frowned, humming softly at the tip of her nose, "It's done."

"Sister Liu, can you really afford the price in the future?!"

He muttered in his mouth, lazily raised his eyelids, and looked towards the horizon.

In the distance, the wind is rolling and the clouds are calming, and the universe is already clear, and everything that originally belonged to the underworld should be retreated, but Liu Ying was exposed to the sun and slowly stood up from the bathtub.

"Yinger!" Father Liu raised his ostrich-like head, exclaimed, and quickly got up from the ground, "You're alive! You're really alive!"

"Father is going to find clothes for you!"

He ran into the low room in a panic, staggered and fell, ignoring the pain, and crawled on the ground in panic.

The neighbor next door heard the movement and came over curiously to look around. He happened to see Father Liu dressing Liu Ying, and his blood flowed backwards on the spot.

Breaking out in a cold sweat, he stuttered and shouted, "Get up, get up!"

"Come on, come on—"

"Liu Ying's dead body—"