Xie Shizi's shameless daily life

Zhang Lanyin looked at her daughter, whom she had never paid much attention to since she was born, with a complicated expression: "What do you think?"

Zhao Shu smiled and said, "Of course I am willing to do so."

Zhang Lanyin didn't expect that she agreed so readily, as if she had a premonition and had practiced the word "yes" in her mind hundreds of times.

Zhang Lanyin looked at her daughter in front of her and suddenly lost her voice.

After the two reached an agreement, Zhang Lanyin didn't plan to stay any longer. She didn't know if it was because the air in the village was thin, but she was now a little short of breath.

Zhang Lanyin was eager to leave here. She felt that if she didn't leave, she might suffocate. Thinking of this, her feet moved as her heart moved.

Zhao Shu looked at the person who turned and left in a hurry, and suddenly shouted, "Mother!"

Zhang Lanyin paused but didn't turn around.

Zhao Shu asked the question in her mind: "Is it a big bowl or a small bowl?"

Zhang Lanyin's calm voice came: "Big bowl."

"Oh." Zhao Shu replied indifferently.

When Zhang Lanyin heard no more sound behind her, she wanted to continue leaving, but just as she took a step with her right foot, Zhao Shu's voice sounded behind her again.

"Mother, will you die?" This time there was some playfulness in Zhao Shu's tone.

Zhang Lanyin's body trembled violently, and after a while, she said in a hoarse voice, "No."

Zhao Shu murmured to herself: "It's good that it won't happen, it's good that it won't happen."

Zhao Shu looked at Zhang Lanyin's back, and suddenly a look of longing appeared on her face: "Mother, can I have breakfast with you tomorrow morning? After all, I have to have my head blood cut out tomorrow, and I'm a little nervous."

Zhang Lanyin's voice was small and vague: "Come if you want to."

Although Zhang Lanyin's voice was low, Zhao Shu still heard it clearly. She smiled and said, "Forget it. I think I might not be able to get up. I'd better not go."

Zhang Lanyin said in a hoarse voice: "Okay."

After watching Zhang Lanyin leave, Zhao Shu turned and went into the house, opened her bag, and took out a light blue dress.

Zhao Shu looked at the light blue dress on the bed, feeling calm. She had to dress nicely tomorrow as she was going to pray for blessings.

Zhao Shu slept very well that night. If the brother in black robe hadn't been knocking on her door, she might have been able to sleep until lunch time.

Zhao Shu got out of bed, dressed slowly and washed her face.

After opening the door, she looked at the black-robed brother helplessly: "Let's go."

She followed the big brother in black robe and walked until they came to a round altar. Looking down from the altar, she saw her mother, father, sister and brother were all looking at her. Oh, no, Yang Ge'er was sleeping and not looking at her.

Zhao Shu looked up at the altar. It was not big, about four or five meters. A group of children wearing black robes and masks were waving strange movements around the altar. Zhao Shu thought that this was probably a ritual before praying.

The man who brought a bowl of black water and made the baby cry that day was sitting in the center of the altar with his eyes closed and legs crossed.

Zhao Shu was a little curious. Was this a gesture of praying or was he simply falling asleep?
But soon, her curiosity was satisfied. The man in black robe sitting cross-legged in the center of the altar was muttering something, and the big brother in black robe behind her pushed her to the center.

The black-robed man in the center of the altar suddenly raised the bowl in his hand towards Zhao Shu. In an instant, a disgusting fishy smell surrounded Zhao Shu.

Zhao Shu used a handkerchief to wipe the blood from her eyes. The blood was still warm, so it must have been taken from some live poultry.

The man in black robe held the bowl and walked around Zhao Shu, reciting words that she could not understand. After walking around twice, the man in black robe wanted to splash the remaining blood in the bowl on Zhao Shu's face again.

After the bloody lesson last time, Zhao Shu learned her lesson this time. She raised her hands to cover her face and said quickly in a muffled voice: "Master, don't splash my face, otherwise when you take my heart blood, I won't be able to see and I'll be scared." The black-robed man was visibly stunned for a moment. Zhao Shu's face no longer felt the wet touch. She opened her eyes from between her hands and smiled at the black-robed man.
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After being stunned for a moment, the man in the robe ignored her request. He roughly brushed away Zhao Shu's hand that was blocking her face with his rough big hands, and splashed the remaining blood on her face.

Zhao Shu felt uncomfortable with the stickiness on her face and turned her head to stare blankly at the bottom of the altar.

Looking at the two people arguing with bad faces, Zhao Shu couldn't help but wonder, what are her father and mother arguing about?

She doesn’t understand, she really doesn’t understand!

When Zhao Shu was lost in thought, she heard a loud shout from the side: "The auspicious time has arrived, take blood!"

Zhao Shu was thinking absentmindedly, it turns out that the black-robed man's voice was so unpleasant.

Zhao Shu watched as the man in black robe brought two fist-sized bowls to her heart, and the dagger got closer and closer to her heart.

Zhao Shu wanted to give the black-robed man a suggestion. Could he not use the bowl to catch the blood? When the blood spurted out, the bowl might not be able to catch it. That would be such a waste!
But before she could open her mouth, the dagger pierced her heart. Maybe because the stab was slow, the blood didn't spurt out much.

Zhao Shu looked up at the bright sun in the sky. Why were there two suns? She shook her head, and there was only one sun in the sky again.

Looking at his daughter's increasingly paler face on the altar, Zhao Yao simply couldn't remain indifferent. He raised his foot and was about to rush towards the altar.

Zhang Lanyin grabbed him, her face pale and she shook her head at him slightly.

Zhao Yao brushed her hand away and said, "Shu'er is also your daughter, born after ten months of pregnancy!"

Zhao Yao strode towards the altar, but someone was faster than him.

Duan Jingheng turned around and walked down from the altar to the altar, and supported Zhao Shu who was about to fall to the ground.

Just as the man in black robe was about to yell, the guard behind Duan Jingheng drew his sword and put it on his neck.

The man in black robe was frightened for a moment and dared not speak.

Duan Jingheng's eyes flashed with coldness, but it disappeared in an instant. He looked at the two guards and said, "Don't be rude!"

Then he looked at the man in black robe with a gentle expression and said, "I am rude, if I have offended you, please forgive me."

Although the two guards removed the knife from his neck, he also knew that the man in front of him was not someone he could easily mess with, so he just waved his hands awkwardly.

Duan Jingheng picked up the pale-faced person in his arms and walked down the altar step by step.

Seeing this, Zhao Yao hurriedly walked towards Duan Jingheng, wanting to take Zhao Shu from his arms.

Duan Jingheng looked at Marquis Xuanping in front of him, and then at Marquis Xuanping's wife not far away. He could actually guess what was going on. Although he was somewhat reluctant, he still handed Zhao Shu to Zhao Yao. After all, they were family, and he, as an outsider, had no right to not return their daughter to them.

Watching Zhao Yao carrying Zhao Shu towards the village, Duan Jingheng kindly suggested, "The conditions here are simple. Why don't you bring your family to my mansion? This way, it will also be beneficial for the young lady to recuperate."

(End of this chapter)