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

The village chief called out anxiously, "Hey everyone, don't go! Let's discuss this some more!"

As the saying goes, "The more you bark at a dog, the further it runs away."

It would have been better if the village chief hadn't called out. As soon as he did, everyone scurried away, afraid that if they were even a little slow, they would be entangled by the village chief.

Soon, only about ten people remained at the entrance of the ancestral hall.

"Eldest daughter-in-law, aren't you leaving yet?"

Seeing that Wang was still not leaving, Chen frowned deeply.

Madam Wang frowned: "Mother, when Zhao Lian's mother and I were young girls, we were from the same village. Now that Zhao Lian has nowhere to go, how can her mother rest in peace?"

Chen Donghua's eyes widened: "Anyway, let me make this clear from the start: she can go anywhere, but she just can't come to our house."

After Chen Donghua finished speaking, she turned to look at the village chief: "Village chief, if you ask me, you really have no memory. Have you forgotten that there is still an unused place in our village that no one lives in?"

Hearing her mother-in-law say this, Wang's eyes lit up: "Oh, right! My mother is right, there really is such a piece of land. Village chief, you've forgotten, that old Yang!"

"Old Yang!"

The village chief muttered to himself, then suddenly slapped his forehead: "Look at my memory, I really forgot about him."

Old Yang is a bachelor in the village, younger than me, named Yang Fu. I heard that his family wasn't originally from Datian Village.

His father's name was Yang Gong, and his mother's name was He Jinhua. They fled here during a famine.

Feng Gong is a big, burly man who looks quite honest, while He Jinhua is quite pretty.

Because of the policy at the time, each village had to take in at least a few families who had fled famine, Yang Fu's parents were assigned to their Datian Village and became new Datian villagers.

Strangely enough, the couple never interacted with the villagers of Datian Village, acting all mysterious.

I heard that Yang Fu was quite smart before the age of 3, but he had a high fever once and was not treated in time, which caused his intelligence to become somewhat abnormal.

He did nothing but eat all day and couldn't do anything else. When he was 30, his parents passed away one after another, leaving him all alone.

His parents had passed away, but there was still some rice left at home, which he knew how to cook. When there were no vegetables, he would steal from the villagers.

Anyway, he didn't steal much, and besides, he was mentally challenged, so the villagers took pity on him and turned a blind eye.

His good fortune didn't last long. After the rice was gone, he started stealing everything. Eventually, he was caught by some villagers, who beat him up and broke one of his legs, leaving him disabled.

He would occasionally drag his broken leg out to find food, and sometimes he would even compete with the neighbor's chickens for food, but he never stole chickens.

Some villagers felt sorry for him and would help him out from time to time. Several more years passed like this.

Yang Fujia lives in a rather remote area, at the end of the village, and there are hardly any neighbors nearby. They are quite far apart, and usually no one visits him.

For a while, people hadn't seen him for a long time and were curious. Some villagers, being nosy, decided to go and see him.

Unexpectedly, they discovered something: before even entering the house, they could smell a foul stench, and the villagers immediately sensed something was wrong.

When they talked about it with others, they eventually reported it to the village chief. The village chief called a few people, and they mustered up their courage to go and investigate.

Only then did they discover that Yang Fu was already dead, infested with maggots and rotting, with maggots having eaten most of his body.

This terrified everyone. In the end, the village chief found more than a dozen people to carry him to the back of the mountain and bury him.

Their house was left vacant for a long time afterward, and the stench lingered for quite some time.

Because Yang Fu died at home, and no one knew whether he died of illness or an unnatural death, everyone was even more afraid to go into the house.

Although Old Yang has been dead for nearly ten years, no one dares to have any improper thoughts about that house, because everyone says that the house is unlucky.

Even when going up the mountain to chop firewood, passing by Yang Fu's house always made people feel a chill run down their spines. Everyone would run past, feeling a cold, eerie wind blowing.

Zhao Lian, of course, knew nothing about these things.

"Dad, is that room habitable?" Fu Gui asked with some concern. Besides, Zhao Lian is still so young, and the room has such a heavy yin energy.

The village chief frowned: "But there's no other way right now."

"Ugh!"

Wang sighed, "Yes! There really isn't any other way right now."

"Third Aunt, which one are you talking about?"

Zhao Lian heard that there was a place for her to stay, but looking at the hesitant expressions of her third aunt and the village chief, she knew that the place probably wasn't very good.

"Harmful!"

Wang sighed and looked at Zhao Lian, saying, "Now that things have come to this, I won't hide it from you anymore. There really is such a place at the end of the village. Do you remember the house at the end of the village? That's it."

Then, Wang gave a brief account of what had happened in that room.

After she finished speaking, Wang looked at Zhaolian nervously. She was really worried that Zhaolian was so young and that she would be even more afraid to go in and stay there later.

I thought they were talking about something else, but it turns out it was just this. Now Zhaolian is relieved.

In her past life, she was quite assertive and known for her boldness. She never believed in ghosts or gods, and even her husband admired her.

In the past, when people came to collect protection money, she chased them away, and they never dared to come back.

It's a pity that he earned the money and built a house, but he doesn't know which woman will benefit from it in the future.

Thinking of her two children, who were about the same age as Zhao Lian, and who had lost their mother, she wondered how they were doing. She felt a pang of sadness.

However, since the house was unowned, she didn't need to worry, especially since the villagers considered it taboo for the owner to die in the house.

I won't have to worry about anyone trying to take the house from me anymore, which will save me a lot of trouble.

Seeing that Zhaolian was in a bad mood, Wang thought she was scared, so she could only comfort her by saying, "Zhaolian, don't be afraid. Yang Fu used to be a good person. He will protect you once you move in."

Zhao Lian nodded: "Okay, I'll stay there. Please carry me there."

Seeing that Zhao Lian was not afraid at all, but rather so calm, made everyone look at her with new respect.

The village chief quickly said to his two sons, "What are you two standing there for? Hurry up and carry Zhaolian over there."

Zhao Lian turned to Wang Shi and said, "Third Aunt, I need to trouble you with something."

Wang nodded repeatedly: "Go on, I'm listening!"

"Could you please go to the He family and bring me my clothes and the medicine?"

"Okay! I'll go right away." After saying that, Wang quickly got up and left.

Chen Donghua glared at her: "Hey, eldest daughter-in-law, are you going to keep helping out? There's so much chores waiting for you to do at home!"

With a fawning smile, Wang said, "Mother, don't worry, I'll definitely work twice as hard when we get back. I'll get Zhaolian's clothes first."

After Wang finished speaking, she quickly ran out, afraid that if she was too slow, her mother-in-law would scold her again.

The village chief frowned: "Chen, just be a good person for once. Look at Zhaolian, she's about the same age as your granddaughter. Now she has no parents and no one to rely on. How pitiful!"

"Humph!"

Chen Donghua frowned, snorted coldly, and left without saying anything more, stamping her feet as she walked away.

The ancestral hall is about a five or six-minute walk from the end of the village. After passing through a few houses, you walk onto a small path.

The area is overgrown with weeds, and there are no other residents beyond that point. Even in broad daylight, it looks rather desolate.

After walking a few hundred meters more, we arrived at the house at the end of the village. The house was at the foot of the mountain, right next to the mountainside.

Zhao Lian used to go up the mountain to chop firewood with her older sister and the others, and occasionally passed by this place, but she never really paid attention to this house.