Buried alive by his own mother, he brought a coffin to the whole family when he returned

Late at night, there was lightning and thunder.

"ah!!!--"

Heart-wrenching screams echoed throughout the magnificent villa.

Three-year-old Lu Xinnian's eyes were stabbed and blood was all over the ground.

But even though the pain penetrated her bones, she did not cover her eyes.

Instead, he stretched out his two white arms and stumbled towards the woman in front of him who was holding a dagger.

She cried and begged in fear, "Mom, Mom... it hurts... Mom, hug me..."

But Zhao Jinhui looked at her and just laughed crazily.

"Hahahaha... I gave birth to seven sons to finally have my precious daughter. How come you are such a disaster?"

"Niannian, don't blame mom. If you want to blame someone, blame your bad luck. The masters in Southeast Asia said that your birth date and horoscope will bring bad luck to your relatives. Sooner or later, the Lu family will be destroyed."

"We must seal your seven orifices and bury you alive, trapping your soul in your body forever. Then we can adopt a baby girl with a good fate. This is the only way to ensure that the Lu family will be prosperous and wealthy forever."

"Niannian... Niannian, you will always be my precious daughter... I can't bear to let you suffer the pain of being buried alive, so I will let you die faster..."

Zhao Jinhui's facial features became more and more distorted, and the next second the sharp dagger in her hand stabbed into Lu Xinnian's stomach with a "puff".

Suddenly, blood gushed out and splashed all over her face.

"what!!!"

Lu Xinnian screamed and fell to the ground, her small body twitching in pain.

He was sweating profusely and his face was as pale as paper.

But she was still murmuring: "Mom... Nian Nian is in pain... I need a hug... Mom, Nian Nian needs a hug..."

Zhao Jinhui took a deep breath, stopped looking at her, and coldly ordered the bodyguard behind him.

"Take the young lady to a mass grave and bury her. Before burying her, sew up her mouth and plug her ears and nostrils."

"Yes!"

……

The next morning, Maoshan.

An old man in a tattered Taoist robe was lighting a fire in the kitchen when suddenly a bright-looking young man came running in from outside, holding a baby girl covered in blood in his arms.

"Brother, please give me a resurrection pill!"

The old man turned around and was startled.

"Are you seriously ill? I asked you to catch ghosts, but you brought back a dead child for what?"

"I dug this out from a grave. She was buried alive by her cruel parents because she was born at a bad time. But she met me. This was her fate. She was not destined to die. I will raise her!"

The old man smacked his lips and tapped the pot lid with the fire poker.

"Look at how many grains of rice we have in the pot. What are you going to use to feed her?"

The boy held his head high with a stubborn look in his eyes.

"Don't worry about it. I carry bricks, dig coal, and sell pants. Even if it means cutting my own flesh, I will still support her! Hurry up and get her a resurrection pill."

The old man snorted coldly, stopped talking, and shifted his gaze to the baby girl in his arms.

After taking a closer look and counting with his fingers, he was shocked.

Unexpectedly!

This girl was actually born on a yin year, yin month, yin day and yin time.

I was born to make a living from metaphysics!

His eldest disciple went up to be the commander, and his second disciple went down to be the king.

In a few decades, he will also ascend to heaven.

I was just worrying about where to find another talented apprentice to inherit Maoshan, and now this thing has come to my doorstep.

Tomorrow he will buy a lollipop and ask the little girl to put her fingerprint on the appointment letter of the leader of Maoshan.

As long as Maoshan is not destroyed in his hands, his path of cultivation will be considered complete.

Although he had made up his mind, he pretended to be embarrassed.

"This girl can stay, but we in Maoshan don't support unrelated people. From now on, she has to take my last name. Today is the seventh day of the first lunar month and the sun is rising in the east. From now on, her name will be: Yan Chenqi."

The young man was overjoyed, "Thank you, brother!"

……

Seventeen years later.

Huadu, Lu family.

Today is the 58th birthday of Lu Jianting, the head of the Lu family. There are many luxury cars and a red carpet stretching for ten miles in front of the Lu family’s gate.

The guests who came to celebrate were either rich or noble.

Lu Jianting sang a song "Only by working hard can you succeed" with his seven sons.

Zhao Jinhui danced the "Rainbow Skirt and Feathered Dress Dance" with her daughter.

Just when the lively atmosphere was reaching its climax and the Lu family's inflated psychology was reaching its peak, a burst of funeral music was heard outside the courtyard.

Then, a group of people in mourning clothes walked into the yard with a swagger.

There were four people playing the suona, four people playing the erhu, and four people singing opera.

Listening carefully, they actually played the funeral song "The Grand Funeral"!

Lu Jianting was immediately furious. "Who are you? Where are the security guards? Get them all out!"

But the security guards didn't come, but eighteen bodyguards came with wreaths in their hands and placed them in a circle around Lu Jianting.

Lu Jianting gritted his teeth and trembled with anger.

He shouted angrily, "Who asked you to come here? Get out of here, or I'll call the police!"

"it's me!"

A clear and pleasant voice came from the gate. Everyone looked and saw a very beautiful girl walking towards them with light and graceful steps.

She was wearing a white shirt and a red horse-faced skirt.

Her skin is as white as snow and her eyes and eyebrows are as beautiful as a painting.

A mutton-fat jade hairpin was inserted in her high-tied black hair, making her look like a fairy who had strayed into the mortal world.

Her left hand was behind her back, holding a 15-centimeter-long folding fan, and her right hand was raised high, supporting a pitch-black coffin.

Everyone gasped and stepped back.

Lu Jianting clenched his fists, veins on his forehead bulged, and he was furious.

"Who are you, you little bitch? How dare you come to mess up my birthday party!"