Post-Apocalyptic Rebirth: The Ghost Guanyin Transforms into a God

"Miao Yin, you're insane! How could you do this to me? I carried you for ten months and gave birth to you! You heartless wretch!" Tang Huilan shouted from the ground.

"So much energy? Too bad I have no interest in listening to your howling."

Miao Yin snapped her fingers, and a ring of fire suddenly ignited on the ground, enveloping Tang Huilan. The black and red flames boiled and brought scorching heat.

"I only want to hear what I want to hear."

The moment Tang Huilan saw the flames, her expression changed drastically. She panicked and tried to climb out, only to find that she was completely trapped and had no way to escape.

The nightmare that had haunted her for years became a reality at this moment.

She grabbed her hair and suddenly screamed.

"If you don't want to acknowledge me as your mother, why are you even showing up when you're already dead?!"

Miao Yin paused for a moment.

"What kind of bullshit family head is he? He's just a stinking man who cheats on me with a flick of his wrist. He slept with me, so what's wrong with me getting a share of his assets while I'm pregnant? It's only right! What's so great about the original wife? Why can't she stand to see me doing well and is always picking on me!"

Tang Huilan's face was contorted with rage, as if she had gone mad.

"If it weren't for her, I wouldn't have fallen into the water and injured my body while pregnant. I finally managed to give birth to you, but it turned out to be a stillborn baby!"

Twenty-two years ago, Tang Huilan, then a young girl, had just come off the operating table.

She didn't give birth to the boy she dreamed of, but instead gave birth to a girl whose eyes and eyebrows looked very much like hers. Enraged, she smashed the ceramic cup that Leng Yuanxiu had given her.

Oh well, a girl is a girl, at least she was born.

I was pushed into the lake by a thug sent by that bitch. After being rescued, I had terrible stomach pains and almost thought I was going to have trouble giving birth.

But what frustrated her most was that the child was born with a deficiency and had to be placed in an incubator. She spent a lot of money, but it didn't help her recover.

The child died on the day of the full moon.

Tang Huilan was so angry she felt like vomiting blood. She had carried the child for ten months, all for the sake of exchanging this child for wealth and status. The first wife already disliked her, and now that she had lost the child, what did she have left to fight for?

Looking at the small corpse, she didn't even want to pay for cremation, so she went to her mother, who lived at the foot of Guanyin Mountain, intending to dispose of the body casually.

Her mother, Tang Xiangru, was a Taoist who liked to go out on the mountainside to tell fortunes. Of course, as her daughter, she knew best what the divination was all about.

Guanyin Mountain got its name because there is a Guanyin Temple on the mountain.

Tang Xiangru led her to the foot of the cliff at the edge of the mountain, scooped up two handfuls of soil from a place where flowers and plants grew luxuriantly, and threw them into the box containing the corpse.

She said this is called Guanyin soil because this land is connected to the stream flowing through the Guanyin Temple, which can suppress evil spirits and prevent the spirits of dead infants from returning and causing trouble.

They were going to dig a pit, burn the body along with the box, bury it there, and make the incident disappear forever.

But no one expected that when the fire licked the box, a baby's cry rang out.

The child, who had been dead for a long time, came back to life.

Tang Xiangru was shocked. She mumbled Buddhist scriptures that she had memorized from who-knows-where while fiddling with the prayer beads in her hand.

Tang Huilan was so frightened that she knelt on the ground. She looked at her pale-faced mother and then at the baby who was about to be engulfed by flames. With a heavy heart, she took off her clothes and went to put out the fire, pulling the child out by force.

The infant's bluish-purple skin had completely returned to normal at some point. Despite the flames having burned for a while, its body was unharmed, and it was crying loudly in her arms like a normal child.

"Why did you bring her out? A dead baby has returned to life! This is a monster!" the mother shouted angrily, trying to throw the child back into the fire.

As soon as she finished speaking, a strange wind suddenly swept up the mountain, extinguishing the flickering flames in the pit. The baby stopped crying, its dark eyes, which hadn't opened for a month, staring intently at her.

"A zombie! It's a zombie! What a terrible thing to do! Are you trying to kill us all?!"

Tang Huilan was also terrified by this bizarre scene, tears streaming down her face, but she still held the child tightly.

She didn't care why the child had come back to life; all she knew was that her shattered hope had returned. As long as the child could cry and fuss, she could use the bloodline report to send the child into the Leng family, grant him a title, and allow him to enjoy a life of wealth and luxury in his later years.

Whether someone is a prodigy or not is completely unimportant; getting the money is the most important thing!

Even if this child really is some kind of murderous monster, at worst she can just take the money and run away. It's still better than carrying the child for ten months and getting nothing in return.

"Have you really lost your mind? You think running away will make things alright? This kind of thing will haunt you for life. You'll die at its hands sooner or later. Listen to your mother, seal it in a box right now and throw it into the river. There's a Guanyin Temple here; it can suppress it!"

"No! I have to get her back to recoup my costs!"

Tang Xiangru couldn't persuade her troublesome daughter, so she could only watch helplessly as her daughter ran away with her own greed.

The next day, Tang Xiangru died in her own house from a heart attack. Her husband found her body.

So Tang Huilan, who had only been gone for a day, was called back to collect the body.

She knelt before the mourning hall, holding her child, her face pale.

No one knows when Tang Xiangru developed her heart condition, not even herself.

Tang Huilan looked down at the child in her arms. The child's toothless mouth was grinning, just like any innocent baby who knew no sorrow.

The test results came back, and the doctor said the child had no problems, but was born with a deficiency, which would make him difficult to raise in the future.

She needs to take care of her for a while longer. Nobody likes a sickly child. Once the child is older, it won't be so easy for that vicious woman to kill her.

The second person to die was her father.

His father was rarely home, preferring to indulge in debauchery. Whenever he had free time, he would take a fishing rod and go fishing in those unknown reservoirs. When the body was pulled out, it was already swollen beyond recognition.

"Did you do this?" she asked the child in the rocking crib.

The only response she received was the innocent laughter of a baby.

Tang Xiangru gave birth to three children, so Tang Huilan has an older brother and an older sister.

My brother got married and lives in Moon City with his wife. In addition, their relationship was strained due to our father's gambling in the past, so he hasn't come back for many years.

But her sister still works in the ancient capital, running a trading business.

The third person to die was the sister's three-year-old son, who choked to death after putting a toy in his mouth.

The older sister held her brother-in-law and cried uncontrollably, and then held a funeral for the child.

As Tang Huilan entered the mourning hall for the third time, her mind was filled with her mother's words: "Are you trying to kill all of us?"

Is this a coincidence?

Isn't this a coincidence?

A week later, my brother-in-law was killed in a car accident.

The day after her husband died, her sister jumped off the building.

Death is like a virus, spreading along their family tree.

Tang Huilan woke up from a nightmare and realized that the only person she was related to by blood was her brother, who was far away in Yuecheng.

She looked at herself in the mirror; her eyes were dark and she looked terribly haggard. The baby on the bed was fast asleep, its face rosy, like a monster that had been drained of its life essence.

Who's next?