Transmigrated into a fat wife, farming, raising children, and picking up husbands

The two hadn't even exerted their strength yet, how come these people were already completely dizzy?

Undeterred, they continued their search: Lai Qi in the bushes, Gou Wu who had been knocked unconscious, and Zhao Si tied to a tree.

Even those who fainted would be violently woken up by the two young masters and then fainted again from fright.

That night, their fragile nerves were like a small boat adrift in the boundless storm at sea.

It rose and fell, battered wave after wave by terrifying giant waves.

I wish I could just faint right there and never wake up again.

"They're all useless, completely worthless."

Chen Mingxuan stood up, dusted himself off, and spoke with a tone full of relief and satisfaction after his prank had succeeded.

I've long forgotten how I initially resisted dressing up as a female ghost.

The two men, carrying lanterns, circled around the desolate garden that they had turned upside down with their own hands.

After confirming that the other fish were completely ruined and couldn't be woken up even by slapping them, they reluctantly headed back.

Ping An stayed by Liu Sanzhen's side, took out a tinderbox from her bosom, lit it, and gave him light.

The flickering firelight illuminated Liu Sanzhen's focused face and the gradually emerging outline of the eerie black handprint on Jia Heiyu's back.

The sleeping incense stick was stuck in the mud above Jia Heiyu's head to ensure he could continuously inhale it with each breath, so he wouldn't wake up from the pain halfway through.

Liu Sanzhen held a slender silver needle firmly in his hand, dipped it in the blackish-red dye, and with focused eyes, steadily inserted the needle one by one.

The needle pierced the skin, and the dye seeped in little by little.

Liu Sanzhen's skills are excellent; her movements are both fast and precise.

Before long, a palm-sized, slightly open handprint with twisted edges as if scorched by flames appeared on Jia Heiyu's back.

The handprint was lifelike and dark in color, like a black ghost claw reaching out from the depths of the underworld!

On the palm, an even finer needlework technique was used to outline a twisted, rune-like mark, symbolizing the so-called "King Yama's Soul-Chasing Order".

In the glow of the eerie green phosphorescent light, it truly looked like a skeletal claw from the underworld, just removed from his back, leaving an eternal mark.

Liu Sanzhen examined it carefully, then used a cloth dipped in water to wipe away the excess dye around it, making the handprint look clearer and more eerie.

After doing all this, he nodded in satisfaction and wiped the fine sweat from his forehead.

"It's done." Liu Sanzhen put away the tools. "This dye and medicine are my family's ancestral recipe. The cut was deep, so it can't be easily washed off."

"Even if the color fades later, the scar and that special mark will always be there. It'll be enough for him to remember for a lifetime."

Ping An glanced at the handprint and nodded in approval.

The final and most important part of this "underworld trial" has been successfully completed.

With the lingering influence of this mark, Jia Heiyu will at least behave himself for several years.

Zhang Wanfu and Liu Songnian, who were hiding in the shadows, were reluctant to leave. They used the broken walls and weeds as cover to observe from the shadows.

They watched as Chen Mingxuan, carrying a lantern that glowed eerily green and sporting a ghostly face with blood flowing from its seven orifices, and Wu Liangcai, dressed in a headless ghost costume, arrogantly roamed around the desolate garden.

The two old men watched with shining eyes and envious expressions, their hearts pounding with anticipation.

Zhang Wanfu nudged Liu Songnian beside him, his tone full of envy: "See that? Brother Songnian, look at the hairstyle that young man has..."

"A headless ghost outfit with makeup depicting blood flowing from all seven orifices! And he's carrying a ghost lantern emitting green flames! This is way cooler than our two drifting white shadows!"

"Just stand in this dilapidated garden, and you don't even need to make a sound. Anyone who sees you will be scared half to death and have nightmares every day."

Liu Songnian nodded repeatedly, stroking his beard: "Indeed! This abandoned garden and dilapidated house, paired with these eerie decorations, tsk, absolutely stunning!"

"The costume and the atmosphere make anyone who sees it imagine a bizarre murder case, and the more they think about it, the more frightened they become."

"How does that Lin girl's brain work? She can even come up with such a crazy idea. Sigh, young people really know how to have fun."

This elaborate costume is far superior to the simple white shadow they just created, and it perfectly matches the eerie and sinister background of this abandoned garden.

Just looking at it sends chills down your spine, making you wonder: Did someone die in this garden before? Is it a ghost coming back to claim a life?

He watched Wu Liangcai and the other two having so much fun, and he felt an intense itch to play along.

I wish I could rush out right now, strip them of their clothes, and personally take over, waking up those bastards sprawled on the ground and repeat the whole thing.

In a sheltered corner on the other side, flames flickered, greedily licking the paper figures and horses piled up like a small mountain.

The dry bamboo strips crackled and popped, and the paper banners quickly curled up, charred, and turned into rising flames and ashes flying everywhere.

The flickering firelight illuminated the figures of Lin Xiuer, Hu Yidao, and Liu Ruyan as they busied themselves.

The group split up and quickly traversed the vast, desolate garden, carefully examining any traces they might have left behind, searching for any discarded paper money and bone models.

Liu Ruyan carefully gathered up and rolled up the light gauze curtains that had been used to decorate the pavilion. These materials were still intact and usable, so there was no need to burn them.

Wu Liangcai and Chen Mingxuan took a stroll around the garden and found that the Black Fish Gang members were too easily frightened.

They were either so dizzy they were completely disoriented, or so terrified they were paralyzed and unresponsive.

I felt there was no point in continuing to scare these unconscious "wooden" creatures.

The two of them then abandoned their playful mood and came over to help.

They split up and carefully searched for the lost paper offerings, skulls, and other artifacts in the grass, at the base of walls, and along the paths, picking them up one by one and handing them over to the assistant in charge of tidying them up.

Chen Mingxuan still had that ghostly face on his head, which looked particularly eerie in the firelight, but he was completely unaware of it, and was searching with great interest.

After Liu Sanzhen tattooed the dark, sinister "King Yama's Soul-Chasing Order" on Jia Heiyu's back, the group didn't delay any longer and began to deal with the aftermath.

Hu Yidao and Liu Sanzhen worked together to lift the still unconscious Jia Heiyu, while Ping An lifted the limp Lai Qi with one hand.

Wu Liangcai and Chen Mingxuan had had their fill of scaring people, so they came over with their two henchmen to help.

One person dragged up Dog Five, who looked like a dead pig, while another pulled on Monkey Three, who was foaming at the mouth.

Ma Liuhe, who was still unconscious and convulsing, was tied to the tree, and Zhao Si, whose mouth was gagged, was not left behind either.

They were all thrown out, some pulled off, some dragged away.

They tossed the terrified, dizzy, and paralyzed Black Fish Gang members around like broken sacks at the creaking, half-collapsed gate of the deserted garden.

Lying haphazardly, in a disheveled state, covered in filth, on the cold ground in the darkest night before dawn.

This posture, this stance, is full of the implication of expulsion.

It was obvious that the "things" inside didn't welcome them at all and kicked them out.

Tell them to get lost, and get as far away as possible.