After being murdered by my whole family, I was reborn

The motorcycle sped away, and Daya and Sanya turned back into the house, where they sat in front of the brazier and warmed themselves by the fire.

After a long silence, San Ya said hoarsely, "Sister, when are we leaving?" She knew that her father was dead, but her elder and second sisters did not tell her how the body was dealt with. She did not ask, nor did she want to ask.

These days, she couldn't eat or sleep well. Whenever she closed her eyes, she always felt that her father had come back to take her life. She was so scared that she didn't want to stay in this house for a moment. She wanted to leave.

Daya was silent for a moment and said, "Let's leave in two days. I've told Xiaoyue that we'll leave together." If anyone asked, she would say that her father had gone out to work. If no one asked, she would take Sanya back to the county town.

San Ya thought Zhang Ran had left too, but when she heard that she would come back, she felt a little relieved, "Then can we also ride on Sister Xiaoyue's motorcycle and leave together?"

Daya: "...We have a lot of luggage, so we can't take Xiaoyue's motorcycle. If you want to take it, you can take it by yourself on the day you leave. I will take the car to the town, and you can wait for me at Xiaoyue's house."

Zhang Ran personally sent Erya and Siya to the car bound for S City, rode the motorcycle back to the two-story building, and then took a car back to the village.

Two more days passed in the blink of an eye.

Before dawn, Zhang Ran was already standing outside the Wang family's gate, dragging his suitcase, waiting for Daya to lock the gate. The three of them walked out of the village with their luggage.

At this time, the New Year's greetings are almost over. The weather is cold, and there is almost no one in the morning. Most people stay in their warm beds to sleep in. Even those who go out to work choose to leave at noon, and rarely choose to go in the morning, not to mention that it is still dark.

Passing by the only big tree at the entrance of the village, Zhang Ran suddenly stopped and said, "Wait."

Daya and Sanya looked at Zhang Ran curiously, only to see her put down the suitcase, unzip it, take out a stack of yellow paper and gold ingots that she had folded by herself, and light them with a lighter.

Seeing Zhang Ran seeming to be worshipping the dead, San Ya suddenly felt horrified and looked around in panic.

Daya came closer and asked curiously: "Xiaoyue, who are you worshipping?"

Zhang Ran said shockingly: "Your sister."

Daya stood there in a daze.

Thinking back to the rumors spread by the villagers, she had more than three sisters, originally there were two.

One was starved to death during the confinement period after birth, and another was tortured to death. They were buried in the ground at the entrance of the village and stepped on by people. Just to give birth to a son, could this be the place?

Until the yellow paper was almost burned out, Daya suddenly came to her senses. With red eyes, she knelt on the ground and kowtowed. Tears fell without warning and dripped into the soil.

Seeing Daya kowtow, Sanya also knelt down beside her and kowtowed.

The yellow paper burned, leaving behind some dust, which was blown away by the wind and floated on the leaves, weeds, and into the ravines...

After more than half an hour's bus ride, we arrived in the town and needed to change buses to go to the county town.

After getting off the bus, Zhang Ran, carrying his schoolbag and pulling his suitcase, suggested as he walked: "Stay at my house today, and go back to the county town tomorrow."

Daya agreed.

The two sisters followed Zhang Ran to the second-floor building.

After entering the house, Daya threw away her luggage, slumped on the sofa beside her, and suddenly started crying, but without making any sound. She sat there like a sculpture, tears streaming down her face.

San Ya was startled and immediately put down the luggage in her hand and walked over to comfort her: "Sister, why are you crying? Don't cry." As she was persuading her, she started crying instead, and her tears fell like pearls from a broken string.

Zhang Ran glanced at the two sisters but did not go forward to comfort them.

Go upstairs, put your suitcases away and make your bed.