See the Law of Deception

Chapter 244 Heredity (50)

The corpse's numb, bluish-gray skin was gently swept by white smoke, and its stiff, clearly dead fingers suddenly twitched in the darkness.

The anomaly was too subtle for Lu Jinzhao to notice.

The incense seemed to smell stronger than in reality, and the gray smoke produced after burning was also thicker. Even though there was no wind in the ancestral hall, the smoke kept drifting crookedly, occasionally obscuring Lu Jinzhao's vision and causing her to feel dizzy for a moment.

She didn't have enough money to change her mission, so she had to move on to the next step.

Cut your wrists to let the blood flow, then smear it on the memorial tablet.

Lu Jinzhao took out a knife and quickly cut a small incision on his left wrist without hesitation. It was very shallow, only breaking the skin and flesh without damaging the meridians. After all, the mission only said to cut and apply ointment, not how deep.

A little blood spilled out; it was the ghost blood controlled by Lu Jinzhao.

She tentatively smeared the blood onto the memorial tablet with her right index finger, but it didn't work.

The surface of the memorial tablet seemed to have an invisible film, preventing her from smearing the ghost blood onto it.

Ok.

Lu Jinzhao sighed inwardly; it seemed the mission assessment indicated that the ghost blood did not belong to her.

She stopped controlling the ghost blood, and instead smeared some of her own blood on another finger before tentatively approaching the memorial tablet.

This time it worked.

A splash of red appeared on the wooden sign; it was her blood.

The cut she made on her wrist was really small, the kind of wound that would heal on its own without any intervention. Although it was still bleeding, the blood was only outside the wound and hadn't even flowed down her wrist.

Anyway, the mission required applying blood, but not a lot of blood.

However, the moment Lu Jinzhao successfully applied the blood to the memorial tablet, wisps of smoke drifted erratically into her eyes. The strong smell of smoke, along with the irritation to her eyes, caused Lu Jinzhao to blink instinctively.

"How many times have I told you? You're just recovering, you can't take off your glasses and look directly at the sun!"

A stern yet worried voice rang in my ears.

Lu blinked, and tears streamed down her face as her eyes were irritated.

A pair of gentle hands landed on her cheeks, pulled her head down from its high position, and covered her stinging eyes. Then, someone tenderly wiped away the tears on her face and helped her put on her glasses.

Lu Jinzhao was somewhat dazed, unable to tell where she was or what she was doing, but she recognized the voice in her ear—it was her mother's voice.

Avoiding direct sunlight and wearing glasses, my vision gradually became clearer.

The familiar face in front of me, filled with worry, is my mother. Standing beside her is my father, who is holding a rope, and behind him is a little lamb, also tied to a rope.

Is this her home?

Lu Jinzhao was somewhat slow to realize what she was doing. What was she planning to do?
Her memory was a little sluggish; she felt she shouldn't be standing there like an idiot, but she couldn't remember why.

So she simply asked, "Mom, what are we doing?"

The mother's expression remained unchanged: "Have you forgotten? Your illness has just improved, and your father and I are planning to take you to the ancestral hall for a ceremony to get rid of the bad luck."

Oh. Lu Jinzhao remembered that, indeed, she had been seriously ill before and had been bedridden for several months until she drank a bowl of strange medicine, after which she slowly recovered.

Her gaze fell on the lamb behind her father, somewhat surprised: "The lamb's here too?"

How come she remembered that after she recovered, the lamb seemed to get sick?

At that time, her parents told her that the lamb had a very serious illness and that she could not see it.

"What's wrong?" Mom looked puzzled. "Of course the lamb is here. Isn't it your favorite? We're planning to take it with us."

It's a bit strange, but Lu Jinzhao can't quite put his finger on what's wrong.

Maybe she remembered it wrong?
"Alright, let's go quickly, the ancestral hall is very lively today," Mom said with a smile.

Lu Jinzhao, holding her hand, asked with some confusion, "What happened at the ancestral hall?"

However, the ancestral hall?
Why does this sound a little unfamiliar?
But upon closer reflection, its appearance comes to mind: a somewhat old ancestral hall with a red lantern hanging crookedly at the entrance.

"Today is a good day," Mom said.

"You're cured, and the people who went out to study and work have come back. Everyone will stay in the village from now on and never leave again." Is that true?

Is this a good thing?
Lu Jinzhao felt a little awkward, but couldn't quite put her finger on why.

She turned around, and behind her her father wore a happy smile. The little lamb he was leading followed quietly. When Lu Jinzhao looked at it, its rectangular pupils also looked at Lu Jinzhao.

Black, strange, somewhat empty eyes.

Legend has it that it has eyes like those of a demon.

Lu Jinzhao abruptly looked away, and for some reason, her body felt a little cold.

She was led along the road to the ancestral hall.

She thought to herself that she knew the way well.

She then realized that her idea was strange. This was her village, so of course she would feel familiar with this road.

They encountered some villagers who would always look at her without saying much, just with friendly eyes.

Lu Jinzhao also felt that these villagers were familiar to him.

But that's the problem.

She felt it was familiar, but she couldn't recall the name.

She grew up in a village, but she couldn't remember the names of the people there.

Lu Jinzhao's sluggish brain was working slowly, and from the moment she opened her eyes until now, everything that felt out of place was slowly rolling through her mind.

Until she followed her mother to the ancestral hall.

It was indeed very lively here, just as she said.

There were more than a dozen villagers surrounding the ancestral hall alone.

When they saw Lu Jinzhao arrive, their gazes burned even brighter, their eyes filled with undisguised anticipation.

"coming?"

"Here he comes."

"Come quickly!"

Lively and enthusiastic.

Lu Jinzhao felt uncomfortable with the enthusiasm.

As she looked at the entrance to the ancestral hall, an inexplicable sense of rejection arose in her heart.

"What's wrong?" her mother asked, looking at her.

"I don't want to go in," Lu Jinzhao said, expressing her thoughts, and then looked at her mother.

Mom frowned, her tone disapproving: "How can you not go?"

"You must go once you recover."

This is not right.

Even though Lu Jinzhao's mind was unusually slow at this moment, she still felt that something was wrong.

“I’m not going.” She expressed her opinion again, and then she saw that not only her mother’s expression changed, but the villagers’ joyful expressions also gradually froze.

Lu Jinzhao turned around, and the joyful expression on her father's face gradually disappeared.

Only the little lamb, as always, gazed at her with those rectangular pupils.

It seems she said something she shouldn't have.

Suddenly, Mom smiled again and said in a coaxing tone, "Don't be fussy, let's go, this is the most important thing."

(End of this chapter)