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

How did she, a person who should have died, come to this Nanzhao Kingdom and become Lin Xiuer of Qingshan Village?

That bizarre car accident, the transfer of souls, the strange memories that appeared in my mind...

How can this be explained using what she has learned, seen, and heard over the past twenty years?

She couldn't give a definite answer.

Science cannot explain her existence, and this world seems to have too many things that she cannot understand and that contradict her past knowledge.

For example, the magical spring between her fingers.

How can this be explained? Science? Metaphysics?

She herself doesn't understand it.

Therefore, Lin Xiuer had no way to definitively say "yes" or "no" to them.

That was a disregard for the unknown that might exist in this world; her very existence was the greatest subversion of past understanding.

It might also plunge Wu Liangcai and others, who had just personally participated in a terrifying experience with ghosts and spirits, into another kind of unease.

However, she must not go along with it to exaggerate or intimidate, as that is not in line with her true feelings or her wishes.

After a brief silence, Lin Xiuer raised her eyes and glanced at the several faces around her, some puzzled and some deep in thought.

Her eyes were calm, with a clear understanding that came from careful consideration.

"Whether ghosts exist... perhaps no one can give a answer that everyone can accept."

"But I think that instead of racking our brains to figure out whether something that we can't see or touch actually exists, we should focus on doing what we can see, touch, and do."

She pointed her chin toward the several limp, dark figures under the porch at the gate in the distance, and looked toward Wu Liangcai.

"Look at Jia Heiyu and his gang. If they hadn't bullied the good and committed so many evil deeds, and if they hadn't harbored so much guilt and fear in their hearts, how could they have been so terrified and disoriented tonight, unable to even distinguish truth from falsehood?"

As the old saying goes, if you have a clear conscience, you have nothing to fear. Sometimes, the "ghost" isn't outside, but rather in your own heart.

"We live honest and upright lives, earn our living through our own strength and skills, do not oppress others, do not act against our conscience, and do not harbor malicious intentions."

"That way, I feel at ease and can sleep soundly at night. Even if there really is something watching us from the shadows, we can stand tall and have nothing to be afraid of."

Although her words did not directly answer the question of "whether ghosts exist," they brought the core of the issue back to "being a human being."

"I think the key to living is not whether ghosts exist, but how people should conduct themselves and live openly and honestly."

The last embers of the fire went completely out at the end of her words, leaving only a wisp of smoke that rose and quickly dissipated into the deepening night.

The surroundings plunged into deeper darkness, with only a faint glimmer of light remaining on the distant horizon, illuminating the outline of the desolate garden and the pensive faces of the people.

Wu Liangcai nodded as if he understood, and the confusion on his face lessened somewhat.

Hu Yidao and Liu Sanzhen exchanged a smile, seemingly agreeing with the answer.

Liu Ruyan remained quiet, but her gaze towards Lin Xiuer held a deeper meaning that was difficult for others to decipher.

Chen Mingxuan scratched his head and muttered to himself, "That's true, having a clear conscience is the most important thing..."

Ping An stood slightly behind Lin Xiuer, listening silently.

His gaze fell on her calm yet resolute profile, and something deep within her eyes rippled slightly, softening the night.

Lin Xiuer's words about "being honest and upright" and "not doing anything against one's conscience" seemed to have a comforting power.

This captivated Wu Liangcai, Chen Mingxuan, and others who were standing by the bonfire, who were about to extinguish it.

Even Zhang Wanfu and Liu Songnian, who had been hiding behind a broken wall in the distance and eavesdropping, couldn't help but nod slightly, their faces showing approval.

These words are truly insightful and resonate deeply with people.

This young country woman is truly remarkable; she not only devised such a complete plan to utterly crush the Black Fish Gang.

They can also have a simple yet practical understanding and judgment of the concept of ghosts and gods.

Her most admirable quality is that, despite being shrewd and courageous, she still maintains this kind heart.

The two old men exchanged a glance and couldn't help but think more highly of Lin Xiuer.

However, it seems that fate is not planning to give them much time to reflect on this topic.

"Clatter".

A drop of icy water fell without warning and landed on Lin Xiuer's nose.

Then, "patter, patter, patter..." more large raindrops suddenly fell from the dark night sky.

At first, there was a sparse tapping, which then became more frequent, hitting the dry, muddy ground and splashing up fine dust that quickly seeped into dark, damp marks.

"Oh dear! It's raining!"

"Quick! Pack your things!"

"Oh God, how could it just rain like that!"

The group of people, who had just been lost in thought about whether ghosts really exist, were instantly jolted awake by the cold raindrops.

I was so busy talking and daydreaming that I forgot about the increasingly thick dark clouds gathering above my head!

Philosophical questions about ghosts and gods were immediately forgotten, leaving only the frantic task of packing up.

"Quick, quick! Don't let it get wet!" Hu Yidao reacted the fastest, quickly digging up the ashes and burying them again.

Liu Sanzhen also quickly stuffed his bundle of silver needles into his bosom, protecting it tightly.

Wu Liangcai and Chen Mingxuan didn't have time to discuss it anymore. They quickly helped to cover the grave with soil and then hurriedly went to pick up the two large cloth bags filled with paper bone models.

These are the "spoils" they just "sweeped" back with their two henchmen, and they're going to take them and bury them somewhere.

Lin Xiuer also acted quickly, rolling up the gauze curtain that Liu Ruyan had just put away and stuffing it into a waterproof oilcloth bag.

She moved nimbly, but when she saw the heavy coarse cloth bags in Wu Liangcai's and the others' hands, she couldn't help but feel puzzled.

These two bags...aren't they a bit too heavy? Did they buy this many "bones" before?

As I recall, the paper offerings delivered by the shop owner weren't this full...

"Hurry up! Let's find somewhere to shelter from the rain!" Liu Ruyan urged Lin Xiuer from behind, her voice sounding somewhat urgent amidst the rising sound of rain.

"Oh no, my shoes!"

"Wait for me!"

The group yelled and screamed, no longer caring about their image.

Carrying large and small bags and carrying a hoe, they trudged through the overgrown weeds and rubble-strewn garden.

I ran in a disheveled manner toward the building in my memory that offered shelter from the rain.

The rain was about to intensify, and the strong wind whipped raindrops against my face, stinging a little.

Chen Mingxuan, who was running in the lead, was taking advantage of his youth and long legs and was about to rush to a half-collapsed corridor.

The rain soaked the hair on his forehead, and the makeup on his face, which was supposed to be bleeding from all seven orifices, was washed away by the rain, causing the colors to spread and become a mix of red and black.

The occasional flashes of lightning in the distance only added to the eerie and tragic atmosphere.

He wiped the rain off his face and turned around to call out to the people behind him to hurry up.

My gaze inadvertently swept across the west side of the garden, to the half-collapsed wall, and I suddenly froze.

Images of the pit, the green fire skull, Liu Er, and him sitting by the pit humming a song while burying people flashed through his mind...

Chen Mingxuan's expression changed instantly, and he turned around and ran towards Lin Xiuer and the others who were running towards him.

His voice was distorted with fright, filled with obvious panic and annoyance.

"Oh no, Xiuer! There's still one! Liu Er! Liu Er is still stuck in the pit!"