The Village Girl Who Jinxes Her Husband Is Filthy Rich Chapter 3 - Being Called a Jinx

“Listen up, you jinx, get up! Stop lying there pretending you’re dead!” a young man yelled in a rasping voice.

“Er Gou Zi, you kicked her pretty hard. She hasn't stirred at all. Do you think she’s actually dead?” a girl with a delicate, high-pitched voice asked.

“How could she be?” the boisterous teenager suddenly retorted, his voice tinged with alarm.

Even though Lin Yuelan was cursed as a jinx, she shouldn’t be able to jinx herself out of existence, right?

Was it possible he had accidentally ended her life with just one swift kick?

Despite her reputation as a notorious jinx, if he had truly caused her death, his own reputation would be shredded. If he were labeled a murderer, there would be no hope of him finding a wife later on.

The boy known as Er Gou Zi felt a wave of shock and terror wash over him. He hunched down cautiously, extending a trembling hand to see if Lin Yuelan was still breathing.

“Ah! It hurts! Let go, let go!” Before his hand could even brushed near her nose, a powerful grip clamped onto him.

Lin Yuelan’s entire body ached with agony. Through her clouded consciousness, she caught the sounds of the world around her. Every voice sounded remarkably like those of children.

‘Where could I be?

‘Did I die?

‘Is this what the afterlife looks like?

‘Why are there so many children everywhere?’

When those doctors had prepared to stick her with another dose, she had experienced a fleeting burst of strength. Without a second thought, she had seized that singular opportunity to trigger a self-destruction.

She would choose death over enduring any more torture from those despicable people!

When she detonated her power, those two traitors were waiting outside the laboratory. She wondered if they had been caught in the blast. If those two were dead, she would surely cross paths with them in the pits of hell. She would drag out their souls and pummel them. Even in the afterlife, she would never offer them an ounce of forgiveness.

Lin Yuelan yearned to open her eyes and survey this hell. She desperately wanted to hunt down those two bastards. Even if they had turned into ghosts, she vowed to haunt them to eternity.

However, before her eyelids could even flutter, she sensed something threatening closing in on her. Instinct took over, and she reached out to seize the threat. She aimed to neutralize the danger, but her body felt weak and unresponsive. With no other options, she twisted the intruder's limb at a brutal 180-degree angle. This was a survival reflex she had burned into her mind during five grueling years in the post-apocalyptic wasteland. This reaction caused the hapless Er Gou Zi to be firmly caught in her grasp.

“It hurts, it hurts!” the boy’s whimper echoed repeatedly in her ears. “Lin Yuelan, you jinx, release me this instant! It’s killing me!”

The surrounding children were completely paralyzed with shock.

They stared at the spectacle in disbelief, their eyes wide and their hands pressed over their mouths.

They observed an eight-year-old girl, dressed in tattered, patched-up rags, holding their village’s strongest boy, Er Gou Zi, in a vice-like grip. Dark bruises marred her face, and streaks of dried blood clung to the corner of her lips. Her eyes remained only half-open.

Merciful heaven!

How had this cursed girl suddenly acquired such monstrous speed and power?

She had managed to subdue Er Gou Zi even while her eyes were nearly shut!

Had the jinx died, only to return as a vengeful spirit?

“The jinx is dead! She turned into a ghost to grab Er Gou Zi!” someone screamed, causing the huddled group of children to bolt in every direction.

Once Lin Yuelan finally forced her eyes open, she saw the silhouettes of the youngsters stumbling and scrambling away in retreat, alongside a pale-faced boy who continued to struggle fruitlessly in her clutches.

“What is going on here?”

Even Lin Yuelan, a survivor of the apocalypse, felt completely stunned.