A jinx, me? But I bring good fortune to my whole family!

Grandma Lin held Nuannuan's delicate arm tightly with her hands.

She was surprisingly strong; she practically dragged Nuannuan and pushed her into the inner room with the curtain hanging on the door.

"Go in!"

A nauseating odor wafted towards us.

It wasn't just the smell of medicine; it was mixed with the musty smell of a long-standing stagnant environment, and even more pungent, the smell of urine.

"Holy crap! Human cub, what is this smell?! It's even more intoxicating than an outhouse!" Little Green screamed in Warm Warm's mind, its ginseng whiskers twisted into a ball.

Nuannuan's nose wrinkled unconsciously.

The light inside was even dimmer than outside, with only a small window covered with yellow paper letting in a little light.

There were two wooden plank beds in the room.

On the bed lay a man, emaciated, one trouser leg was empty, and the other leg was twisted, clearly broken.

On the other bed lay another person, their face ashen, their eyes vacant as they stared at the ceiling, motionless and lifeless.

These are her two uncles, one with a broken leg and the other with a back injury.

Wang Guixiang followed behind, looking at the man on the bed, then at Nuannuan, a hint of pity flashing in her eyes, but she quickly lowered her head and dared not utter a sound.

Grandma Lin felt no discomfort whatsoever; she was already used to the smell.

She released Nuannuan, walked to the bedside, looked at her two sons who were like useless people, and then thought of the rumors about Gu Jianguo's family that were circulating outside.

The thought of their family producing a college student, and the fact that their family was now being treated like benefactors by the entire village, fueled jealousy and resentment in her eyes.

Why should I?!

Why is it that her damned youngest son and his family can live such a glamorous life?!

Why should her two sons be left to die in this dilapidated house?!

She whirled around, her wrinkled face contorted with jealousy, staring intently at Nuannuan. "Aren't you a living saint?"

Old Mrs. Lin's voice was shrill, and the kindness she had just pretended to have was gone.

"If you can bring people back to life from the mine, then you must also be able to get your two uncles out of the mine."

"This is your uncle."

Old Mrs. Lin pointed at the two men lying on the bed and roared, "Make them get up right now and start earning money for me!"

Nuannuan stood still, her little head tilted slightly, her big eyes looking at the two men on the bed.

They used to be so fierce, but now they're lying on the bed like dead dogs.

Their faces were black, like those of the dead.

After reading it, she turned around and looked at the old lady Lin who was about to go crazy.

Under the watchful gaze of Old Lady Lin, Nuannuan shook her head in distress, pouted her little mouth, and spoke earnestly in her soft, slightly lisping baby voice.

"Grandma, Nuannuan doesn't know how to cure illnesses."

Grandma Lin's expression froze.

"Nuan Nuan only feeds small animals," Nuan Nuan held up her little finger and gestured, "birds, mice, and wild boars. Once they're full, they'll listen to Nuan Nuan."

"But Uncle and Uncle are human beings, and Nuannuan doesn't know how to feed people."

These words, both naive and logical, left Old Lady Lin speechless, almost unable to catch her breath!

She thought the little girl would cry and make a fuss, or agree out of fear, and she was prepared with a whole host of threats and inducements, but the other party didn't play by the rules at all!

He simply said "I don't know," and that ruined all her plans!

Just as Old Mrs. Lin was about to explode, Nuan Nuan, unaware of her unpleasant expression, slowly added another sentence.

These words pierced Old Mrs. Lin's heart.

"Moreover," Nuannuan looked up, speaking clearly and distinctly, "I am now a child of the Gu family."

"My father's name is Gu Jianguo, and my mother's name is Su Xiulan."

"They'll be very anxious and worried if they can't find Nuannuan, and they'll cry."

boom!

A buzzing sound went through Old Mrs. Lin's mind.

She staggered back a step and grabbed the table next to her to steady herself.

The Gu family's child? Father's name is Gu Jianguo? Mother's name is Su Xiulan?

This little jinx! This little devil! How long has she been in the Gu family? She's completely bewitched! She doesn't even want her own parents and grandmother anymore!

What right does she have?! She has the blood of the Lin family flowing in her veins!

"You...you ungrateful wretch!" Old Mrs. Lin trembled with rage, pointing at Nuannuan's nose and cursing, "Have you forgotten how your parents died? Have you forgotten who raised you? What kind of bewitching potion did the Gu family give you?! Huh?!"

Nuannuan looked at her, her large, clear eyes showing no fear, only calm.

"Dad and Mom will make delicious meat buns for Nuannuan, and give her new clothes. They will also hold Nuannuan while she sleeps at night."

"They would never lock Nuannuan in a dark room, make her do laundry, or call her a jinx."

The child's words were innocent, but each sentence was like a resounding slap across their faces.

Wang Guixiang's face was deathly pale.

Old Mrs. Lin was so angry that her lips trembled and her breathing became heavy.

He finally understood: this little girl was impervious to both soft and hard approaches; she was like an ungrateful wolf cub, and her mind was far too wicked.

It seems that we won't be able to get things done without taking drastic measures today.

Old Mrs. Lin's face turned cold, and she had no choice but to resort to her trump card.

She ignored Nuannuan, turned around abruptly, and walked to the old wooden box in the corner.

The box was black, with most of the paint chipped off and the wood rotten. A large iron padlock hung on it.

Grandma Lin fumbled in her pocket for a while and finally pulled out a rusty key.

The key was inserted into the lock, making a clicking sound.

She opened the box, and a smell of mothballs and mildew wafted out.

She roughly rummaged through the clothes in the box and threw them all over the floor.

Finally, from the very bottom of the box, they carefully pulled out something wrapped in layers of oilcloth.

The room was dimly lit.

With her back to Nuannuan, Old Lady Lin slowly peeled back the yellowed oilcloth, layer by layer.

Finally, she had something extra in her hand.

She slowly turned around, and her wrinkled face was no longer filled with anger, only a cold smile remained.

She held up what she was holding, facing Nuannuan, her voice sinister.

"It's okay if you don't acknowledge your grandmother or your uncle."

"You don't have to believe Grandma."

She walked closer and closer to Nuannuan, her smile growing wider and more distorted.

"Then Grandma will show you your dead father."

"How did you manage to crawl out from underground to write you this letter!"