Oh my god! I've become the vicious female supporting character's brother.

Yu Xiangwan felt a wave of sleepiness coming over him and fell into a deep sleep involuntarily.

When I opened my eyes again, I found myself in a dilapidated and backward mountain village.

Nestled against the mountains and beside the water, the snow is hazy.

On the muddy road, mud and white were mixed together. The villagers, dressed simply, looked panicked and sad, and walked hurriedly.

I guess this is where Ye Zhen'an lived as a child.

Yu Xiangwan followed the villagers along the path. With every step she took, the hem of her plain green skirt would be stained with fine mud, staining her clothes with dark yellow spots.

Until they came to a dilapidated hut made of mud walls, the villagers started to shout insults at the people inside, and then they started to cry as they cursed.

Yu Xiangwan couldn't hear what they were saying. Soon the villagers knelt on the ground and cried loudly in grief, with tears streaming down their faces, looking very miserable.

The dirty mud and snow water gradually seeped into their coarse cloth clothes at the knees, and the wetness gradually spread.

Only then did I see a young woman with a big belly walking out tremblingly, holding on to the door frame, her eyes full of panic.

Looking at the people kneeling on the ground, he couldn't help crying and muttered.

"Sorry……"

Yu Xiangwan heard clearly this time, and gradually he could also hear the syllables uttered by the villagers.

Crying, cursing, and... praying humbly.

An old man with gray hair kowtowed while crying as he spoke.

"Please send this disaster away. This is our plea."

Another teenager in his teens also knelt beside the old man and cried. Among the dozens of people who died during this trip into the mountains, there was his father, who was also the old man's son.

A large group of people were kneeling in front of the small mud courtyard.

The sounds came one after another, of varying sizes, the only thing in common was that they were all choking with sobs.

"Please, just consider it a favor..."

"Please let us go."

"Don't let him harm others anymore."

"If you can't bear it, we'll help you drown him. Please..."

Some even went so far as to crawl forward on their knees, stretch out their dry and sallow hands, and tightly grasp the corner of the pregnant woman's linen clothes.

He looked up at the pregnant woman's belly while crying, his face was covered with tear marks, his eyes were red, and he spoke in a mad and stubborn voice.

"Please, evil god, please let our village go!"

"We kowtow to you, you..."

As he was speaking, he seemed to remember something and spoke in a mad tone.

"Yes, you can go and cause trouble in other villages. There are more people in other villages..."

The woman could not stand being surrounded by so many people, and her emotions fluctuated so much that blood appeared down there in an instant. Blood mixed with amniotic fluid dripped into the mud.

"There's blood..."

The woman frightenedly let go of her hand that was holding the corner of the woman's clothes and fell to her knees.

There was a period of chaos and many people continued to kneel outside and watch.

I don't know whether they hope the pregnant woman is safe or hope the disaster star disappears.

Basin after basin of blood was carried out, and the dim mud-walled room was filled with the woman's painful wails.

Three hours later, the sound of a baby crying was heard from inside.

After a while, the baby's voice stopped abruptly.

Yu Xiangwan hurried in and saw that Ye Zhen'an's mother was already weak and unconscious, and the midwife was holding a piece of cloth to cover the baby's fragile face.

The baby's voice whimpered and gradually died away, and it was obvious that he had suffocated and fainted.

Yu Xiangwan wanted to step forward and pry open the midwife's evil hands, but he passed straight through them.

He looked at his empty hands in surprise, then looked at the midwife nervously.

In Ye Zhen'an's past, he couldn't touch anyone and no one could see him.

He didn't know whether Ye Zhen'an, who was suffocated to death in the past, would also die in reality.

Just put hope on his mother.

I hope his mother can wake up soon and stop this unequal killing.

Yu Xiangwan didn't wait for the woman on the bed to wake up, but a figure outside broke through the layers of crowd and squeezed in.

He snatched the weak-breathing baby from the midwife's hands and quickly removed the rag from the baby's face.

I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw he was still breathing.

"He's just a child. What can he do? We are saddened by the death of our neighbors, but this isn't about a child who can't do anything!"

The man is about 60% similar to Ye Zhen'an.

Is he Ye Zhenan’s father?

But since Yu Xiangwan came here, he has not felt that his parents have done anything bad to Ye Zhenan, and they are even defending him.

Then why did Ye Zhen'an react so violently when he tried to comfort her with kind words when she was crying for her mother in the nightmare?

He suppressed the doubts in his heart and continued to look at the people in front of him.

"What's wrong?"

"His existence is the biggest mistake!"

"If he did nothing wrong, why is he still alive?!"

"If the calamity star that he, the immortal, personally condemned was not wrong, then what was wrong with the dozens of people who died for no reason during this trip into the mountains?"

"Why does this disaster star want to harm them?!"

"Boss Ye, he is not your child. He is a disaster. Just let him go."

"Dozens of people have already died in the village. Isn't that enough?"

"He will harm the whole village."

Listening to what everyone said, Boss Ye's face gradually turned pale, but he just wanted his family to live. What had their family done wrong?

There was determination in Boss Ye's eyes, and the fear of having one word speak louder than a thousand caused his voice to tremble slightly, but his hands holding little Ye Zhen'an were very tight.

"I won't give up on my son. No one can harm him!"

Seeing that he was unmoved and refused to respond to any persuasion or advice, the cowardice in their eyes disappeared and they gradually became fierce.

Several burly men came forward to snatch it away. Boss Ye tried his best to resist, but unfortunately, two fists were no match for four hands, and he was quickly defeated.

He could only roar at the child who was taken away with bloodshot eyes.

"do not want!"

"Don't hurt him!"

"I beg you, let's leave the village right now. We promise to never set foot in Taoyuan Village, no, not even in Taoyuan County, for the rest of our lives. Please!"

The men holding his hands and feet remained unmoved.

Boss Ye's face was pressed hard to the ground, and the uneven and cold mud and gravel gradually rubbed his face, leaving traces of blood.

He ignored the pain and struggled desperately, helplessly.

One of the old men spoke to Boss Ye with compassion.

"Boss Ye, since he has harmed so many people in our village, he deserves to pay with his life."

"You said you were leaving the village, but who knows when you'll come back quietly?"

"We are already being kind by allowing you two to stay. Please don't make things difficult for us."

"You two are still young and will have children in the future."

As he was about to leave, he discovered that the woman on the bed had already been woken up.

As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw that the small and cramped mud house was full of people.

And their child is still in the hands of the village chief, so it's easy to imagine what is happening now.

Everything was obviously fine before this, and although some people blamed them, none of them were as life-threatening as today.

Her stomach was still in severe pain and her lower abdomen was bleeding, but she didn't care about anything else. She just quickly got up and tried to get her son back.

But she was too weak, and she fell to the ground in pain as soon as she moved.

She didn't care about anything else, and quickly stood up, pushed through the crowd in front of her, ran over and hugged the village chief's legs.

Her shoulders trembled slightly, and she sobbed quickly, fragilely and helplessly.

"Please let my child go. He is not a disaster. Please, please, please..."

She begged while knocking her head heavily on the ground, as if the harder she knocked, the more she would arouse the sympathy of her neighbors in the village.

But until her face was stained with blood, no one said a word for her.