"Happy, my poor daughter, why did you leave like this..."

"Sister姐姐"

"Mom, mom~""

It's so noisy, so cold, and so painful!

She had a splitting headache, and her ears were filled with cries. She cried so hard that her head hurt. It was so easy for her to sleep well. Who was crying here?

Soul!

There were still voices of discussion around.

"Ouch, it's really killing me."

"It's too vicious. I can do it."

"It's a relief to have such a father."

...

Joy frowned irritably, and a series of messages flashed through his mind.

It was the past of a poor girl with the same name as him. The original owner, Mu Huanxi, was hit on the head by her father, Mu Nianhua, and was extremely angry.

The reason was very simple. Mu Nianhua wanted to sell joy to Master Wang in the town.

If he didn't obey, he would be hit in the forehead by the angry Mu Nianhua with a stick and die.

Her mind was like a movie, and the life of a poor girl ended at the age of flowers.

"Damn, there is such a scumbag father in the world." Joy suddenly opened his eyes. His eyes were cold and full of killing intent.

"The dead man has opened his eyes!" A seven or eight-year-old boy happened to look in the direction of Joy, and his happy face turned to look at the gate of the courtyard. Joy suddenly opened his eyes, and his fierce eyes were so scared that he burst into tears and went straight to the back of the Lord at the border.

The dead man opened his eyes, and the villagers outside the courtyard all looked at Joy.

After seeing it, they were so scared that they trembled and opened their eyes. The look in their eyes was terrible.

Her forehead was broken by Mu Nianhua, and her face was bleeding. With a pair of fierce big eyes, she was too horrible.

Just now, the captain and the two villagers went forward to verify it. It was true that they had died and could no longer come back to life.

"Happy, happy, you, you're dead, you're dead. Are, are you still alive?" Qiao Meiyun was so scared that her voice changed and she was trembling. She was so scared that she couldn't even throw out the joy in her arms.

Joy looked over and saw three sorrowful faces with tears, but more frightened faces. One was a middle-aged woman full of hardships, one was a young girl of 12 or 13 years old, and the other was a little bean with big eyes.

Mu Nianhua, who was hitting someone, was about to step forward to take a look when Wu Fang pulled him back. "Master爷 I'm scared!"

"Don't be afraid. Even if Mu Huanxi is a ghost, she will be afraid of me." Mu Nianhua comforted Wu Fang and reached out to feel her breath to wipe the joy in his eyes.

However, as soon as he reached out his hand, he was grabbed by joy and squeezed Mu Nianhua's wrist with great force.

"Ouch, it hurts!" Mu Nianhua was pinched and hurt, but he was also afraid. His other hand touched the bloody stick on the ground and was about to smash it. He was pushed back by the force of joy and sat down on the ground.

Mu Nianhua sat on the ground and took a few steps back. He pointed to joy with his trembling hands. "A... a corpse!"

The villagers looked at Mu Nianhua's hand, which had been pinched red. Then they looked at Mu Huanxi and stared at Mu Nianhua fiercely.

Mother, it's really a dead body.

Everyone was shocked and stepped back three steps in unison.

"Happy, I'm a mother." After the shock, Qiao Meiyung touched her breath and was still breathing. She quickly reached out to touch her happy face and hands. She felt warm and said, "Happy didn't die. She came back to life again."

She looked at Qiao Meiyun happily and said in a cold voice, "He's dead. He's alive again."

Your daughter is dead. I'm the one who survived.