Chapter 22 - Battle of Wits (1/2)

Chapter 22: Battle of Wits

Translator: Lonelytree 

Lin Yuelan’s narration was plain, but it invoked the cruelty and ruthlessness of the kids in the village The adults were shocked

“But theZi was cheering fro, ‘beat this jinx to death, beat her to death’

“In the end, it was Er Gou Zi who kicked me in the chest” At this point, Lin Yuelan’s eyes sharpened She glanced at Lin Chong and said with an angry expression, “Uncle Chong, do you want me to show you the evidence of the kick?”

Of course, she ers could exaers had already believed Lin Yuelan when she lifted the hem of her skirt to show the bruises on her calf However, they didn’t think e a service by beating up the jinx It was fine as long as the jinx didn’t die

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It was as if these people had forgotten that even though Lin Yuelan was a jinx, she was a huers would feel sad when they saw a stray cat or dog beingwhen the sah the inal owner, Lin Yuelan knew that she couldn’t count on the villagers to have a shred of sylint flashed in Lin Yuelan’s eyes, and she was about to reach out and unbutton her shi+rt

Lin Dawei shouted sternly, “Nonsense! Girl, we’re right out in the open! Put your clothes back on!”

Tears flowed down Lin Yuelan’s eyes as she said, “Uncle Dawei, if I don’t show the evidence, everyone will think that I’ the others

“Uncle Dahat have I done wrong? They say that I’m a jinx, so they don’t like me Therefore, I isolate myself and live on my own

“Why did everyone come to find me every few days to scold and beat me? Even if I am a jinx, I need to ask What have I done to uncles and aunties that I deserve to be treated like this?

“What have I done to uncles and aunties?”

The question slammed on everyone’s hearts heavily The only exception was Lin Siniu, as still lying on the ground and howling The other members of Lin Laosan’s fahost, so they didn’t couilty and afraid

Lin Daept his gaze across everyone’s faces and said, “Child, you didn’t do anything wrong Yourthat rotten priest a bowl of water”

If not for that bowl of water, perhaps the child would still be Lin Laosan’s granddaughter And she would still have a family