Transmigrated into a seven-year-old child, my fate is in my own hands, not in the heavens.

Village Chief Fu had just finished lunch and was sitting in a chair picking his teeth. As he got older, his gums shrank and the gaps between his teeth became wider, so even without meat to eat, food would get stuck in his teeth.

"Village chief! Village chief! Something terrible has happened!"

Suddenly, a loud and energetic shout came from outside the door.

The village chief's wife, Niu, quickly went outside to see what was going on.

As soon as I stepped out the door, I saw Wang Shi walking in excitedly from the courtyard gate.

Upon seeing Niu, Wang hurriedly asked, "Second sister-in-law, is the village chief home?"

"He's at home, and whenever you need to call him, he's in a rush, and he hasn't even had lunch yet."

Niu was somewhat displeased. She was sure Wang was up to her usual petty concerns, always bothering her old man, who was just a village chief with little money but a lot of trouble.

"Second sister-in-law, something terrible has happened!" Wang paused, "I'd better go talk to the village chief."

Wang knew the village chief's wife looked unwell, but she couldn't care less at the moment. She didn't want to bother the village chief, but she had no choice; lives were at stake.

As soon as Wang stepped into the main room, she saw the village chief stand up, his son sitting to the side, and his two daughters-in-law clearing away the dishes.

Wang quickly clasped her hands together and said excitedly, "Thank God, it would be so good if the village chief were here."

Seeing Wang's agitated state, the village chief asked in confusion, "Wang, what's wrong now?"

"Village chief, come with me quickly, Zhao Lian has gotten into trouble again."

The village chief's heart skipped a beat. Why was it the He family's mess again?

"What's going on this time?"

Wang gave a brief account, adding that the He family was beating people, and the child was crying pitifully; the sound could be heard from afar.

Unexpectedly, they pulled the same trick again not long after. Village Chief Fu is really having a headache. The He family has gone too far, abusing those children every few days.

Wang said anxiously, "Village chief, let's go quickly, or it will be too late."

"Okay, let's go!"

After saying that, the village chief was about to walk out when he suddenly stopped, turned back to his two sons, Fu Biao and Fu Gui, and said, "You two come with me."

The two brothers looked at each other, not understanding why their father had called them over this time. The eldest son, Fu Biao, was about to ask when his wife, Li, glared at him and said, "If he calls you, then hurry up and go. Father must have his reasons."

The two brothers quickly stood up and followed their father outside.

On the way here, Wang told the village chief about the whole thing, including what Zhao Lian had asked her to tell the village chief.

“Village chief, this can’t go on. I think if we can get rid of this, we should let Zhaolian leave the He family!” Wang said, expressing her concerns.

The village chief shook his head: "You make it sound so easy. If it were a matter of severing ties, I think the He family would be more than happy to do so. But you have to think about it. She's only seven years old. If she's separated from the He family, she'll have nothing. Where will she live and what will she eat?"

Wang knew that the village chief was worried about the same thing she was worried about, but when she thought of Zhao Lian's resolute eyes, she knew that the child was already mentally prepared.

She felt that Zhao Lian was different now than before, but she couldn't quite put her finger on how.

The village chief looked grave: "Let's not talk about this now, let's go and see what's going on."

……

Inside the main room of the He family, Zhao Lian was beaten so badly that her entire body was covered in bruises and welts, with not a single patch of skin on her body unscathed.

With her hands tied behind her back, Zhao Lian seized an opportunity and bit her second uncle, He Zhu, hard again.

Enraged, He Zhu took out a rope and hung her from the beam again, then whipped her until she was on the verge of death.

After all, she was his own daughter, and He Mu couldn't bear it. He pleaded with his parents, "Father, Mother, she's still so young, why don't we just let this matter go?"

Li grabbed him, glared at him, and scolded, "She's still young. I think this girl is a bastard, a born bad seed."

"If they continue to be allowed to do bad things at such a young age, they might even commit murder in the future."

Old Mrs. Yang gritted her teeth and said, "The eldest daughter-in-law is right. She knew that the vegetable was poisonous, but she still picked it and tried to poison me. She can be so cruel to her own brother and sister. What else wouldn't she dare to do in the future?"

Zhao Lian opened her eyes and stared coldly at the crowd below, saying each word clearly: "Hmph~ You really are the thief crying 'stop thief!' If you have the guts, then kill me, or I will never let you off the hook."

"Look at you, still so stubborn even when you're about to die. I'll beat you to death today!" Old Madam Yang snatched the whip from He Zhu's hand and lashed him hard.

The crisp sound of the whip pierced Zhao Lian's heart, causing her eyes to widen in horror. These so-called relatives and enemies were nothing more than this.

He Mu reluctantly looked away, but he was powerless to do anything about it.

Zhao Feng crawled over on her knees, hugged Old Yang's legs, and cried out, "Grandma, please don't hit Zhao Lian anymore, please spare her, if you hit her again someone will die, hit Zhao Feng instead, it's Zhao Feng who didn't discipline her sister well."

"Get out of my way!" Old Madam Yang said, kicking Zhao Feng away.

Zhao Di also crawled to He Sen's side and begged her grandfather to spare her sister.

He Sen remained indifferent, puffing on his pipe, completely unmoved.

Zhao Di turned around and hugged her father's legs, crying out, "Father, please save my sister!"

But she found that her father had his eyes closed, his hands covering his head, and he was shaking his head desperately.

Zhao Di knelt on the ground, her heart filled with despair, and she cried out loudly.

Li frowned and angrily retorted, "The person isn't dead yet, what are you crying for?"

Old Mrs. Yang's hands were tired from hitting the ground, and she was bent over, holding her knees and panting heavily.

Poor Zhao Lian was covered in whip marks. She was already skin and bones, and some of the whip marks went deep into her bone, with drops of blood flowing down her body.

"Heh...heh...tired, aren't you?"

Unexpectedly, Zhao Lian stared coldly at Old Madam Yang and gave a sinister laugh.

Old Mrs. Yang looked up and met her eyes, suddenly feeling a chill run down her spine. The Zhaolian of the past wasn't like this at all. She never dared to speak loudly at home. But now, she seemed like a completely different person.

Suddenly, Old Madam Yang remembered what her grandson He Dong had said: Zhao Lian had dreamt of a jinxed old man named Broom Star, who taught her kung fu.

Suddenly, a terrible thought popped into Old Yang's mind: "Could it be that this girl has been possessed by an evil spirit, and is really being haunted by a jinx?"

What to do? A jinx is considered unlucky; anything associated with him brings bad luck. It seems the fortune teller's prediction of her being a jinx is true.

Old Madam Yang turned to look at He Sen: "Old man, I think this girl is probably possessed by an evil spirit. What should we do? We can't let her bring trouble to the He family."

After Old Yang said this, and considering Zhao Lian's unusual behavior, everyone immediately felt that this explanation was very likely.

The second wife, Madam Liang, glanced at Zhao Lian and met her cold gaze. She was startled and her heart skipped a beat.

He nodded; "Mother is right, this girl is probably being haunted by a jinx. Look at her eyes."

"This is how to do?"

Old Mrs. Yang was deeply worried. This jinx was a jinx; keeping her around would only bring trouble.