After being murdered by my whole family, I was reborn

Zhang Ran suddenly opened her eyes and sat up. She was not hallucinating! There was really someone crying outside! She immediately got up, put on her clothes, picked up the rusty sickle in the corner, quickly opened the door and walked into the yard.

The crying sound became clearer and clearer, is it San Ya crying? !

Zhang Ran immediately opened the gate, and the person standing outside was indeed San Ya.

Seeing Zhang Ran, San Ya threw herself into her arms and burst into tears, "Sister Xiaoyue, what should I do? What should I do? Wuuuuuuuu..."

Zhang Ran asked with a puzzled look on his face: "What should we do?" He looked outside the courtyard gate vigilantly, but did not see anyone else in the dark night.

"Second sister she, she, father he, he..." San Ya stuttered and couldn't even utter a complete sentence.

With the help of the moonlight in the sky, Zhang Ran was able to see San Ya's expression. Her facial muscles were twitching with fear, and she was so nervous that she even lost the ability to express herself verbally.

Having a bad feeling in his heart, Zhang Ran immediately pulled San Ya out, "Let's go! To your house!" He was so anxious that he didn't even close the gate and trotted away.

It was a dark and windy night, and the cold wind was biting. In the bamboo forest behind the Wang family's house, two figures sat on the ground, hugging each other and crying.

While crying, Daya suddenly pushed Erya away with a palm, grabbed her shoulders with both hands, and warned her with red eyes: "Remember, I was the one who killed him, it was me who killed him, it has nothing to do with you!"

Erya couldn't stop her tears from flowing down and kept shaking her head, "No, I killed that person, I killed that person, I will go to jail, I will go to jail..." The corner of her eyes unconsciously swept to the corpse lying not far away, it was their biological father, Wang Deshui.

The disheveled Daya slowly stood up, raised her hand and slapped Erya hard on the face, gritting her teeth and growling: "I told you, I killed him! Are you deaf?!" The hand that hit her dropped, shaking uncontrollably. If it wasn't for saving her, Erya wouldn't have killed her father, and she would never let Erya go to jail.

Erya was stunned by the beating. She subconsciously covered her face and looked up blankly at Daya whose face was swollen like a pig's head.

Daya said word by word, "Stand up right now and go back to your room to sleep. You didn't leave your room tonight. You don't know anything and you didn't see anything! Nothing has to do with you!" She was silent for a moment, then said in a sad voice, "Now that I'm gone, you must take good care of Sanya and Siya. Remember, come visit me more often."

He grabbed Erya by the collar and dragged her up from the ground. He pushed her and tried to lower his voice: "Go! Go back to the house! Go!"

Erya, who suddenly came back to her senses, stared at Daya and refused, "No! I killed the man. I'm going to jail. You stay at home and take care of Sanya and Siya. You can't take the blame for me!"

Daya slapped Erya's face and made it crooked. With a thud, her knees went weak and she knelt down in front of Erya, crying and begging: "You accidentally killed him because you wanted to save me, and you still want to go to jail. Do you want to force me to death? Do you want to force me to death?"

Seeing Erya was silent, Daya stood up suddenly and said, "I'm going to die now!"

Erya grabbed her anxiously.

The two sisters were pulling each other when they suddenly heard footsteps. They were immediately horrified and turned their heads to look at the approaching shadow until the shadow walked into the moonlight and revealed a familiar face.

“Xiaoyue?” Erya suddenly let go of Daya and threw herself into Zhang Ran’s arms, “Xiaoyue, I killed someone, wuwuwu, I killed my father, wuwuwu.”

Zhang Ran let her hold him, looking over Erya's head at Daya, "What's going on?" His eyes swept to Wang Deshui who was lying on the ground not far away. He lay there motionless in such a cold day, as if he was really dead.