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

Seeing that Zhao Lian hadn't gotten up, Li Shi became furious: "You brat, get up now, stop pretending to be dead."

Old Yang glared at Li and rolled her eyes: "Eldest daughter-in-law, hurry up, I'm starving!"

At this moment, Zhao Fu, with his sharp eyes, noticed that Zhao Lian was bleeding from her head, and his voice trembled as he said, "Mother, that jinx seems to be bleeding from her head."

Li's heart skipped a beat. Impossible! How could this brat be so easily beaten?

Just then, a woman walked in through the door. It was Wang, who had just helped Zhaolian fetch water. When she saw Zhaolian lying on the ground with a pool of blood on the back of her head, she was immediately horrified.

Seeing this, Madam Wang knew that Zhaolian must have been beaten by her stepmother again, so she quickly shouted, "Help! Someone has been killed! The He family's stepmother has beaten someone to death!"

Dahe Village is surrounded by mountains, and Wang's voice echoed in the village for a long time.

"Help! Someone's been killed! The stepmother of the He family has beaten someone to death..."

"Help! Someone's been killed! The stepmother of the He family has beaten someone to death..."

People in the countryside generally get up early, and it was especially quiet early in the morning. After Wang shouted, many villagers ran out of their homes and gathered around.

Everyone was startled by what they saw. It was common for the He family to harass the Lian sisters, but today it seemed to be even worse than usual.

The pool of blood on the back of Zhao Lian's head terrified everyone.

“Poor child, only a few years old, beaten by his stepmother every day, bleeding so much now, I think it’s going to be serious, what a tragedy.”

"Isn't that right? Such a tiny little one, and they still have the heart to make her fetch water!"

Li put her hands on her hips, pointed at Wang, and said, "Wang, don't make false accusations. Which eye of yours saw me hit her? She tripped and fell while carrying water. She can't blame anyone else."

Hearing her say that, Wang was speechless. She hadn't seen it, but she felt that things were definitely not that simple, though she couldn't produce any evidence.

Wang could only quickly help Zhaolian up, trying to wake her, but Zhaolian was barely breathing and did not respond to Wang's calls at all.

Li rushed forward to check on her and was shocked to see Zhao Lian lying motionless on the ground, her face pale and bloodless, with a pool of blood under her head.

When Liang, the second wife, saw Zhaolian lying on the ground, she pretended to be angry and said, "Sister-in-law, you are too cruel. Even though she is not your daughter, you don't have to be so ruthless."

Without batting an eye, Li glared at her and said angrily, "Second sister-in-law, don't talk nonsense. It has nothing to do with me. She fell down on her own."

Wang looked at Li, making Li feel guilty and unable to look Wang in the eye.

"Li, if anything happens to Zhaolian today, you will definitely be implicated." After saying that, Wang hurriedly took off her clothes and tried to stop the bleeding from the back of Zhaolian's head.

But the bleeding just wouldn't stop, and even though their clothes were soaked through, many villagers started looking for the village chief.

When Old Yang heard that something was wrong, she quickly came out and was terrified when she saw what was happening.

He quickly called into the house, "Old man, eldest son, second son, third son, come out quickly, something has happened."

Immediately afterwards, six or seven people of all ages rushed out of the house. An elderly man with a serious expression and several men walked in front, including the father, He Sen, and his three sons.

Li quickly explained, "Father, this jinx fell down while carrying water and bumped into a rock."

Seeing this, everyone's faces turned cold, wondering what had happened. It turned out that the jinx had broken his head.

"So it was that jinx. It's good that he's dead; at least he won't be competing with me for food," a gruff eight- or nine-year-old boy said. This was He Dong, the son of Gao, the third wife.

Madam Gao glanced at her father-in-law, He Sen, and nervously slapped her son's hand: "You brat, how dare you talk like that!"

"Check if he's dead. If he is, carry him up the hill behind the mountain and bury him," Father-in-law He Sen said expressionlessly, his face cold.

This granddaughter was a money-losing burden to begin with, not to mention she was a jinx. It would be better if she died; with her death, the He family's calamity would be over.

Unexpectedly, the head of the He family had such a meaning. He was the child's grandfather, and the villagers watching all shook their heads helplessly.

Zhao Lian's father, He Mu, looked honest and simple. Seeing his daughter lying on the ground, he felt a little panicked. Although she was a girl and it was said that her birth charts didn't match with his family's, she was still his daughter after all.

Suddenly, Zhao Lian convulsed, then her head lolled to one side and she became still.

"Zhaolian, Zhaolian, wake up!" Wang shouted loudly, but Zhaolian did not respond and her hands fell limply to her sides.

He Mu walked up and placed a trembling hand near Zhao Lian's nostril to probe.

Upon discovering there was no breath, he was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground, crying out with a mournful face, "Father, Zhaolian...she's dead!"

"Waaah... Dad, what should we do?"

He Sen glared at his son and shouted, "What's the panic? It'll be easier if this jinx dies. Just carry him up the hill and bury him."

This caused an uproar among the villagers who had been watching.

Just then, a villager shouted, "The village chief is here!"

Fu Lin rushed over in a hurry. The village chief was around 60 years old. He had a gray beard and wore a long robe, giving him a scholarly air. He was panting heavily as he walked.

"What exactly happened? I heard that the stepmother, Li, beat someone to death." Before he could even stand up straight, Village Chief Fu quickly squatted down to check on Zhao Lian's injuries.

"Village chief, it seems Zhaolian is dying. It's all that Li's fault, it's all her fault." Wang was filled with sorrow and looked at Li with resentment.

She felt a pang of regret; she should have helped her fetch water earlier.

Li was anxious: "Village chief, don't listen to her nonsense. This brat couldn't stand properly while carrying water and fell down, hitting a stone."

The village chief checked Zhao Lian's nose and found that she was indeed not breathing. He was also frightened.

He Sen stepped forward and, looking at the village chief with a serious expression, said, "Village chief, this really isn't our eldest daughter-in-law's fault. She fell on her own. It's fate. The fortune teller said long ago that she was destined for this calamity."

This child was born with the curse of causing his mother's death, and he was also bitten by a poisonous snake. Even the family's only chicken died.

He had wanted to get rid of this jinx for a long time. If it weren't for the inevitability of fate, this girl wouldn't have survived to this day.

The villagers immediately erupted in chatter, whispering amongst themselves. They had all heard about this story to some extent, and it seemed to be true; she was indeed destined for this calamity.

"This poor child~"

"If you ask me, I can't blame her for his death."

"I wonder if this fortune teller is accurate."

"It must be accurate; otherwise, it wouldn't have been possible to predict that she would face this calamity."

"Wang, get out of the way! Since she's dead, we need to carry her up the mountain and bury her." Under He Sen's arrangement, Second Uncle He Zhu picked up Zhao Lian and threw her into the dung basket…

He Jie felt a sharp pain in the back of her head, as if it were about to explode, and her eyelids were too heavy to open. She also felt like there were many people talking around her.

Hearing someone say they were going to bury a jinx, she was puzzled when she suddenly felt herself being picked up. Then she was thrown into something that hurt her body.

"Woooooooo..."

He Jie heard a girl crying, followed by footsteps stopping beside her: "Zhao Lian, wake up quickly, it's your eldest sister..."

"Xiao Lian, it's me, your second sister, wake up..." The person shook Zhao Lian's body violently.

He Jie already had a headache, and being shaken like that made her feel like her body was falling apart.

Then one or two more drops of liquid dripped onto his face.

Just as she was wondering, He Jie heard another shout: "You two get out of the way! This jinx is dead. We need to carry her up the mountain and bury her quickly!"

Then, He Jie felt as if she was being lifted up again.