Chapter 107 Yue Lao Temple

"Grandma, please be careful."

In the Yue Lao Temple, the old lady who had changed into new clothes was carefully supported by a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl and walked to the Yue Lao platform.

"Okay, I'm fine..." The old lady waved her hand and knelt on the mat with difficulty, "Let me worship Yue Lao."

She said with her hands clasped together and prayed devoutly to the Yue Lao statue in front of her.

The girl stood next to the old lady and quietly looked up to peek at the Yue Lao statue--

Unlike the normal Yue Lao statue, this is a mural that occupies the entire wall.

The light red mist with no visible edge is rendered as the background of the mural, with only a few scarlet stars hidden in the mist, and the center of the mural is a crimson mandarin duck.

The color is depressing, but the mind suddenly empties at the first sight.

It seems that the blood mist in front of her is flowing and the stars are flashing.

The little girl felt a sharp pain in her head and lowered her eyes in panic, and the slight buzzing in her head slowly disappeared.

"You should worship too."

The old lady who was kneeling and praying suddenly spoke, but her voice was low and light.

"You're getting married tomorrow. This is a good day that comes once every six years. In another six years, you'll be an old maid. You have to be obedient and give birth to a son, so that you can have a good future--"

"Grandma!"

The desire to survive and struggle was like a flood that broke through all the girl's defenses in an instant.

"I, I don't want to get married... Please talk to my dad, please..."

The girl knelt beside the old lady, screaming like a caged bird crying blood.

The old lady looked straight at her, her eyes were dazed for a moment, and in an instant, she saw the same tear-stained face through the long time and space, the collapsed soul screaming and struggling, and the extravagant desires that should not have sprouted broke through the skin.

That was her own appearance more than 60 years ago.

"You, don't be afraid of getting married," the old lady put her shaking hand on the girl's hand, "Marriage is common... It has been like this for thousands of years. If you don't agree, we will be stabbed in the back. You can't..."

"Why not! Why don't you think about it, grandma, you have always been in a weak position, oppressed, bullied, and imprisoned. You cried, regretted, and were angry, saying that you were like entering a grave! Why do you still refuse me to touch this coffin!"

"I..." The old lady's words were all choked in her throat. She couldn't say anything anymore. She turned her head away, and her eyes were blurred with tears.

Slowly sliding down the corners of her eyes when she closed her eyes.

"Master Yue Lao, please have mercy and save us."

The little girl looked at the Yue Lao statue on the mural regardless of anything, crying and begging in the pain of her brain, "The believers will always believe in you, please save us..."

"Mother, why are you here?!"

The door of Yue Lao Temple was suddenly pushed open, and the face of the young master of the Mu family who stepped in suddenly changed:

"You just went to see the birth, it was a bloody one! What are you doing here when it's so unlucky!"

The old lady panicked: "I..."

"What are you yelling at! What are you yelling at grandma!"

The girl wiped her tears, her eyes were stubborn and bright.

"What are you yelling at here, don't you think it's unlucky!"

"Okay, very good! You dare to talk back to your elders!"

The young master of the Mu family laughed angrily, turned his head and said angrily: "Come on! Drag her out and send her to the woodshed!"

As soon as he finished speaking, two white paper heads suddenly stretched out from the eaves of the door, with black eyes rolling, and paper tongues fell straight to the center of the door frame.

Before Quan Heng made any move, the girl rushed to her first.

"Sister, don't stay here!"

The girl grabbed Quan Heng's hand fiercely, tears still falling from her red eyes.

"Go away, why did you come to this town, this town--"

"Take the young lady away quickly! You are getting married and still acting so ridiculous!"

The face of the young master of the Mu family became hideous, and the hypocritical skin was completely torn off.

At the moment of the roar, his face turned pale. Standing in front of him, Quan Heng just happened to see the original appearance of bleeding from all seven orifices, with twisted facial features, nose, eyes and mouth all moved, like a face that was randomly spliced ​​after the flesh and blood was crushed.

The flesh was bloody and rotten maggots were twisting in the flesh.

The paper servant violently chopped the girl's wrist with a hand knife, forcing her to loosen her hands in pain, and dragged her body and hair abruptly, as if fiddling with an unimportant object.

"There is no way for us to survive in this town. This is hell. Run! You——"

Her blood-soaked cry was forcibly interrupted. The paper servant grabbed the girl's neck and dragged her out of the Yue Lao Temple with a grin.

"It's ridiculous! Ridiculous!"

The young master of the Mu family was still angry and looked at the old lady who was standing there in a daze.

"I knew you would become more useless as you get older! This child became like this after I gave it to you! My father was right before - women like you should die early. What's the point of giving birth to a child?!"

The old lady stood there in shock, trembling: "You, you...what did you say?!"

"Are you old and hard of hearing?"

The young master of the Mu family sneered: "I said you should die early, go down and work for my father as a cow and a horse! Isn't it a waste to give birth to a child and still beg for food? It's a waste!"

The old lady trembled and wailed: "Why...why should I live to be eighty years old!"

Like an object, she was bought and sold, trampled on, and became a cheap vassal.

"My life!"

She cried hoarsely to the sky and slammed into the pillar next to the mural.