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"There are still parents selling their daughters in this world?"

Renbao's eyes widened, his mouth slightly open, in utter disbelief.

My mother and father often said that all parents love their children very much.

Tears welled up in the boy's eyes instantly, and his shoulders heaved as he cried: "The eldest young master of the Zhao family died three days ago. The head of the Zhao family wanted to find a woman whose birth chart was compatible with his, and my sister was the unlucky one chosen."

Upon hearing this, Liu Shang clenched her fist and said coldly, "Your parents are no good either. They ruined their own daughter's life for money."

Renbao clapped his hands, his cheeks puffed out in anger: "That's right! They're no good!"

"Old Madam Zhao has been bedridden for many years. I stole the money from the sale of my sister and went to Old Man Qiu to buy the medicine from him and offer it to her, hoping that she would release my sister."

"I never expected to run into Little Yama, who exposed Old Man Qiu's true colors as a swindler." The boy's voice trembled as he quickly recounted the whole story.

Liu Shang frowned: "Since you stole the silver, why don't you return the money to the Zhao family and redeem your sister?"

The boy's eyes reddened: "The Zhao family finally found someone whose birth chart matches that of Young Master Zhao, so they won't let him go easily."

Liu Shang looked at Ren Bao and slowly said, "Please invite Little Yama to come out of the mountains; it will cost exactly one hundred taels."

The boy hurriedly took off his shoes, pulled out the hundred-tael silver note hidden under his feet, and respectfully handed it to Renbao: "Little Yama, please accept this."

Renbao leaned back, a hint of disdain in her delicate eyes, and grumbled, "I don't want smelly money."

The boy froze, somewhat at a loss. He was afraid of being robbed, and also afraid that his parents would find out the money was missing and search him. So he hid it under his feet.

Despite all the planning, no one expected Compal would be so disdainful.

Yes, it's really dirty...

"Alright, what's your name? You're my sister. I'll help you, but you have to promise me that you'll do a hundred good deeds after this is done," Renbao said generously.

The boy was overjoyed and kowtowed three times, saying, "Replying to Little Yama, my name is Zhu Yaozu, and my sister's name is Zhu Qingdai."

"Bring glory to your ancestors? Your parents want you to bring honor to the family." Renbao covered her mouth and looked at his face when she heard his name. She shook her head and said, "Your face indicates that you won't be rich and powerful, or bring glory to your ancestors. Your name is too full!"

Zhu Yaozu scratched his head somewhat awkwardly.

"Little Yama, I would like to ask you, how should we name our child?" the clan chief asked with a curious expression.

The tribespeople all pricked up their ears.

They wanted to know too.

Renbao thought for a moment, then pointed to his little finger and said, "We can't choose words that are too big, like 'sky,' or words that are related to emperors or gods. We also shouldn't choose words that are too rare or uncommon."

The clan chief pondered for a moment: "You mean, we should use common characters?"

Renbao nodded: "Yes, mountains, water, clouds, and crops are all common sights that can be relied upon to support the revival of all things."

The corpse-driving tribe listened very attentively.

Renbao opened his third eye and called out Zhu Qingdai's three words, asking her to see where this unfortunate sister who was supposed to be married to a ghost was.

In the center of the Zhao family ancestral hall, there was a coffin, and Zhao Qingdai, bound hand and foot, lay beside the corpse.

The Taoist priest hired by the Zhao family said that she would live with the eldest son of the Zhao family in the same coffin for three days and three nights. After the period was over, he would poison her to make her mute and then send her to a nunnery.

The purpose was, firstly, to use her lifespan to accumulate good fortune for Young Master Zhao.

Secondly, she could become his ghost wife in the afterlife, praying for him in the world and keeping him a widow in life.

They never avoided talking about Zhu Qingdai, perhaps because they believed she couldn't escape the Zhao family's grasp.

Indeed, there's no escaping it; after today, it will be three days and three nights.

The corpse beside him was already cold and stiff, and it smelled unpleasant.

Zhu Qingdai gave a bitter smile. When people are poor and their lives are cheap, a hundred taels of silver is all it takes for her parents to ruin her life.

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Suddenly, the sound of a door being pushed open came from outside.

The footsteps drew closer to the coffin.

Zhu Qingdai's heart pounded. The people who delivered breakfast had come by not long ago. Even if she refused to eat, they would force-feed her to keep her alive.

She simply didn't resist and obediently ate it, hoping to see if there would be a chance to escape later.

Who could be coming?

Zhu Qingdai could feel the newcomer's hand on the coffin lid, preparing to open it.

Her heart leaped into her throat, and she stared wide-eyed upwards.

As a heavy sound rang out, the coffin lid slid down, and the blinding light forced Zhu Qingdai to close her eyes.

She dared not open her eyes again to see who it was.

A pair of warm hands entered the coffin. From the other person's actions, Zhu Qingdai vaguely guessed that they wanted to take Young Master Zhao away.

Zhu Qingdai's heart started beating even faster.

This indicates that the visitors were not members of the Zhao family, and their purpose was the corpse of the eldest son of the Zhao family.

She closed her eyes tightly, slowed her breathing, and tried to minimize her presence.

"What should we do about her?" a male voice asked.

Then came a lazy, nonchalant female voice: "Just kill him. Only the dead can't talk."

The man chuckled, drew a dagger from his waist, and stabbed it towards Zhu Qingdai's heart.

Zhu Qingdai suddenly opened her eyes, wanting to see who the murderer was.

"My hand won't move. This woman is strange. Let's go." The man instinctively covered his face. His hand holding the dagger went numb and was too heavy to lift.

He scooped up Young Master Zhao's body and growled, "Go! People are coming!"

Zhu Qingdai was still shaken and gasped for breath.

Before she could react, she saw a small figure peek out from behind the coffin.

Where did this little baby come from? She's so pretty.

Zhu Qingdai twitched the corner of her mouth, wanting to tell her to leave quickly.

"Sister." Zhu Yaozu had been dragged to the Zhao family by Renbao. He hadn't even figured out how he got there when he appeared in the ancestral hall. Seeing Zhu Qingdai tied up, he quickly untied her.

Zhu Qingdai looked completely bewildered; she had just emerged from the coffin.

She pushed the door open again at that moment.

The head of the Zhao family entered with a dozen or so servants, staring at Renbao and his companions with hostile eyes.

"Master, the young master is missing!" The butler's voice trembled as he bowed his head to report.

Zhu Qingdai's mind was buzzing. She subconsciously shielded Renbao and Zhu Yaozu behind her, trying to appear calm: "Patriarch Zhao, it wasn't us, it was a man and a woman who took Young Master Zhao away. They just left."

The Zhao family head had a gloomy face. With each step he took, his servants stepped forward, their imposing presence overwhelming.

"All I see are you two." The Zhao family head's gaze swept over Renbao and Zhu Yaozu. "Your brother, who is this little baby?"

Renbao frowned slightly as Renbao was pointed at with his finger.

She rushed up to him, slapped his hand away, and said crisply, "Grandpa Wei said that you shouldn't point at people with your finger, it's impolite! Didn't your teacher teach you that?"

If you want to know who I am, just ask me. It'll scare you to death, old man.