Quick Transmigration: Refusing to Be a Victim's Child

At that moment, the Wang family was about to put down their luggage and leave when they suddenly saw a disheveled Taoist priest coming towards them. Wang's father frowned slightly and was about to wave his hand to have his attendants chase the man away.

But the Taoist priest, who had been sitting on the donkey's back, suddenly moved like a rabbit, drawing a whisk from his waist and, before anyone could stop him, began to strike Wang Minyue repeatedly, chanting incantations:

"The five stars shine brightly, illuminating the darkest realm... Wherever they are, all gods will pay homage, by the decree of the law."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Taoist priest pulled out a stack of talismans from his robes and spat on them repeatedly, sticking them onto Wang Minyue's face and body.

While evading pursuit, he didn't forget to shout insults:

"You audacious fiend, leave this female believer's body now! If you dare to harm others again, don't blame me for killing you."

"Ahhh-"

Wang Minyue was startled by the sudden movement and screamed repeatedly, but unfortunately, the iron chains on her feet were burning hot, so she had no way to dodge.

For a moment, she was sore all over from the beating that not to mention the strong smell of saliva that almost made her vomit.

"Stop! Guards, drag this mad Taoist priest away!"

The king's parents couldn't stop him in time, so they cried out to heaven and earth, begging their servants to help.

Seeing this, the nearby guards were about to crack their whips and step forward when they saw a chubby man cheerfully stuffing a stack of silver notes into the arms of the lead guard.

"Fellow officers, please forgive me. I am Chen Da, and I ask that you look after my good-for-nothing nephew and sister on the road."

As he spoke, Chen's eldest uncle did not forget to flatter the escorts, and then said that he had put a cartload of "mountain goods" in the carriage to give to them, and earnestly asked the officers to do him a favor and let his nephew's wife follow behind the exile procession.

"You're Chen Da?"

The escort, Liu Cheng, began to inquire.

Seeing Uncle Chen nod, he narrowed his eyes and looked the fat man up and down. Remembering the shop deed that someone had delivered to his home the day before, his furrowed brows immediately relaxed, and even the corners of his eyes showed a few more smile lines.

He patted Chen's eldest uncle on the shoulder and said cheerfully:

"No problem, no problem. We were just following orders, and it was our duty to take care of the prisoners on the way."

The two sides chatted happily for a while, and no one cared about Wang Minyue who had been beaten.

It's just that a Taoist priest went crazy and beat people up. It's no big deal.

The woman must have done something wrong, otherwise why would the Taoist priest target her instead of others?

The escorts who received the silver notes were all beaming with joy, their eyes momentarily selectively blind.

Shao Linshen, who was watching all this from a short distance away, quietly gave his uncle a thumbs up.

On the other hand, Wang Minyue's side turned into a crime scene, with rooster blood being poured on her body, sandalwood ash being used to suppress demons, and boy's urine being used to exorcise evil spirits. It was dazzling to watch, and no one knew how the Taoist priest could hide so many things under his robe.

"Ahhh! Father, Mother, Husband, save me!"

Wang Minyue's eyes were covered in incense ash, and she couldn't open them for a while, so she could only passively endure the beating.

As for the prisoners around them, they didn't care about anything and didn't move forward at all. Even the other members of the Shao family all kept their distance.

"Serves her right, she got what she deserved for being so smug just now."

One of the sisters-in-law smirked, her eyes filled with schadenfreude.

The women nearby exchanged smiles, each clutching a small bundle sent from their parents' home, feeling immense joy.

The madman, however, knew when to quit while he was ahead. Seeing that the Wang family and Shao Mingheng were coming to arrest him, he quickly jumped onto the donkey's back and ran further and further away.

Only a clear and audible warning came from afar:

"Dear believers, please be very careful. The woman just now has been possessed by a hundred-year-old ghost. She is most skilled at borrowing life and luck to replenish her own yin energy."

Anyone who takes her things should be careful; at best, they'll be plagued by illness and constant bad luck, at worst, they'll die a violent death in the streets, and their families will be torn apart.

The sound was like a thunderclap, instantly exploding among the prisoners.

People generally believe in ghosts and gods, not to mention the frequent murders in the capital these days. Even though the exiled prisoners are not well-informed, they have just heard their relatives and friends mention it by chance.

Especially in the women's prison, people would often either suffer misfortune or die violently.

These events all seem to match what the mad Taoist priest said.

At that moment, everyone looked at the disheveled Wang Minyue with fear.

Especially when they were imprisoned in the women's jail, the two mothers who had lost their children were already heartbroken. Now, as if they had found an outlet for their grief, they believed the Taoist priest's words without a doubt. Ignoring their families' objections, they ran over and beat Wang Minyue like madmen.

The exiles immediately became noisy.

"Impressive, impressive, you've made a good choice in hiring our uncle."

Shao Lin rubbed his ears, which had almost gone deafened by the loud noise, and felt a deep sense of admiration.

I have no idea where my uncle found such an outrageously loud "talent".

However, after today's spectacle, no matter how many people in the group believe it, it has sown the seeds of doubt in everyone.

"Brother Shen, what if that woman hides herself on the way and doesn't make a move? Then all our work will have been for nothing."

Pangu Banner, with a rat's head on its head, crawled out from under the clothes, startling Chu Miaoyi who was standing next to it.

Seeing this, Shao Linshen nudged his head with his elbow and gently comforted his wife, saying that the little guy was intelligent, that he had been washed, and that he was neither dirty nor biting.

But deep down, he replied:

"Whether she makes a move on the way or not, given enough time, her true colors will show. With this groundwork laid, we won't even need to lift a finger; plenty of people will take care of her."

The farce came quickly and ended just as quickly.

After the escorts had eaten and drunk their fill and received a considerable amount of silver, they finally remembered this incident. They immediately lashed out at the women who were beating each other, separated them, and prepared to leave.

Taking the opportunity, Chen's eldest uncle bid farewell to Shao Linshen and the others. He then took two bundles full of clothes and food from behind his back and handed them to his younger sister. Only then, in front of everyone, did he stuff a small bag of loose silver into his sister's hand.

"The incident happened suddenly. Our family business was taken over, and now the Chen family is living paycheck to paycheck. To make your journey more comfortable, we have pawned all our valuable clothes and jewelry."

Uncle Chen sighed repeatedly as he spoke, and given his "simple" attire today, most of the Shao family members watching nearby believed him to some extent.

Just as the escorts were getting the procession organized, several more carriages arrived from the direction of the capital.

This carriage was much more luxurious than Chu Miaoyi's small, drab carriage.

The carriage body was exquisitely carved, inlaid with gold and jade, and the roof and curtains were covered with silk. Tassels hung on both sides, swaying in the wind as the carriage moved, making it look rich and luxurious.

The escorts, thinking they were important people from the city traveling, hurriedly moved the procession aside.

As soon as they stood still, they heard the plaintive sobs of a woman.

The sound grew clearer as the carriages approached, until they stopped beside the exile caravan, and several elegantly dressed noblewomen stepped out of the carriages.

The women all looked somewhat alike, and as they walked, they gently wiped away tears from the corners of their eyes with embroidered handkerchiefs.

Only when the group, escorted by servants, slowly walked up to Shao's father did they begin to weep and waile:

"Father, you must stand up for your daughters!"