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Everyone in the village said that Aunt Zhang had gone mad, this was the first time a funeral was conducted like this in the entire village! It was a funeral, and it was so quiet that no one dared to come. Even the coffin bearers had paid a high price to be brought in from the other villages.

And on the night of the seventh day in Uncle Zhang, the foster father was sitting inside the house drinking wine as usual. Suddenly, there was a series of knocks on the door, and someone told the foster father that he was hanged on the Aunt Zhang!

Originally, my foster father's face was flushed from the alcohol. After hearing this news, even his eyes turned red and he dragged me straight to Aunt Zhang's house.

The child's eyes were clean and he could see things that adults couldn't see. The foster father had always been afraid of scaring me, never letting me look at the body.

The last time I saw Uncle Zhang's corpse, I had nightmares about it.

But this time, my foster father dragged me to Aunt Zhang's home. I saw that Aunt Zhang was wearing a set of colorful clothes with heavy makeup and extremely thick makeup.

His eyes were staring fixedly, as if he was looking in a certain direction.

The instant I saw the corpse, I cried out loud. This was the second time I saw a corpse, and the corpse that I saw this time was clearly more sinister.

”Pah!”

The moment I started crying, my foster father slapped me hard in the face:

”What the f * ck are you crying for!? It's all because of you, you f * cking unlucky star! If I had known earlier, I would have let you die in the unmarked cemetery! ”

The foster father and the Aunt Zhang were already seen as adulterers, everyone scolded them. Everyone said that the adoptive father was a piece of scum that harmed the Aunt Zhang, causing him to die in shame.

No one in the village was willing to help him deal with this funeral. He felt unlucky because Aunt Zhang did not have any close relatives, only a few distant relatives who stayed away from him.

The adoptive father did all the useless things by himself. If he couldn't do it, he would pay a high price to invite an outsider to do it. He even personally carried the coffin into Old Zhang's tomb.

And right after this funeral, the foster father started to change. He started to become addicted to alcohol and become crazy …

He forced me to inherit his trade, and every day he told me what to do with my mourning work. He would whip me for it, saying he wanted me to feel like crying, and so many times I would cry until my throat turned hoarse and my body turned black and blue.

There were also kind-hearted people in the village who tried to persuade their adoptive father that they shouldn't treat a little girl like this, but their adoptive father had never paid any attention to it.

Not only that, but my adoptive father often forced me to watch him do some cruel things, such as throwing a stray cat into a pot and boiling it to death, and strangling the stolen puppies to death.

And ever since I was nine years old, my adoptive father would give me a pill every once in a while. It smelled disgusting and smelly, but under my adoptive father's surveillance, I had to eat it.

When I was fifteen, my foster father, after drinking too much and giving me a beating, started making me the Funerary Lady. Normally, only people who have died miserably would ask Funerary Lady to help them, and not only did Funerary Lady have to help them with a lot of useless matters, he also had to act like a relative to them. On the night that the dead person fell into the grave, he had to protect them and accompany them during their final journey, fulfilling the duty of a servant.

Under the abuse of the adoptive father and the looks of the villagers, I worked as a Funerary Slave for two years. In these two years, I exchanged a large amount of money for my adoptive father, and while my foster father could earn a lot of money by doing white work, for some reason, his family life became poorer and poorer, and his adoptive father became drunk everyday. I don't know where he spent all his money for, but I don't know.

I also tried to escape from my foster father's side, because ever since the incident in the Aunt Zhang, love had already turned into torture, and I couldn't bear such a life.

But I don't understand why. I ran away five times, no matter where I hid or how far I ran, my foster father would always find me. After bringing me home, there would be a beating.

And on my seventeenth birthday, my adoptive father gave me medicine and told me:

”Second Uncle Li from the village entrance has gone. Today's funeral, go and send him off.”