Ayuan was wiping the ancestral tablet in the ancestral hall and suddenly vomited black blood - exactly the same as the vomiting when he was skinned in the dream.
The matchmaker outside the door sneered: "Marry to the Zhao family for fun! Your father's gambling debts... Will be paid with your life!" Lin Huan did not respond, digging her nails into her palms. The night my mother died three years ago, this old godly woman stood at the bedside and stuffed a handful of glutinous rice into her shroud. "Deaf?" Wang Yapo grabbed her hair and dragged her out the door, "Master Zhao said that the lame girl is easy to control!"
Ayuan stumbled and knocked over the incense table, and the incense burner fell to the ground. Ashes splashed onto Wang Yapo's face——
The old woman suddenly twitched, her eyes bulged, and a strange male voice came out of her throat: "The seventh sacrifice... Can't escape!" Ayuan stared at the flash of scales behind her ears, and the smell of rust surged in her stomach.
The jade pendant that cut her throat in the dream was now hanging on the waist of Master Zhao at the entrance to the village.
He sneered while riding on the horse: "Is a cripple worthy enough to enter my Zhao family?" She rushed forward and bit his wrist.
Blood dripped on the jade pendant, and a spell appeared: "The blood of the witch will seal your throat when you see the blood."
Intent: Uncontrollable