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

"Liu Er is still in the pit!"

These words struck everyone like a thunderbolt!

That's right! Liu Er!

Liu Er, whom they threw into a pit next to the cemetery outside the wall, was half-buried and "played" with for a while!

Later, when everyone was so busy cleaning up the large group in the garden and removing the traces, they completely forgot about him!

Lin Xiuer's heart skipped a beat, and she knew something was wrong.

Hu Yidao and Liu Sanzhen were also stunned, looking at each other in disbelief.

Wu Liangcai cried out "Oh dear!" and the cloth bag in his hand fell to the ground.

It wasn't even dawn yet, and there was still plenty of time before they could finish up and leave in an orderly and calm manner.

But the sudden rain completely disrupted my peace of mind.

Raindrops the size of soybeans pelted my face and body, quickly soaking my thin clothes.

The garden was already uneven, and after the rain, the ground became slippery and muddy.

However, at this moment, no one cared about finding shelter from the rain, let alone complaining about the awful weather.

Chen Mingxuan's panicked shout struck everyone's hearts like a thunderbolt!

It's raining now! And judging by these thick clouds, the rain is probably going to be heavy!

Although the pit wasn't very deep, if rainwater poured in, it would quickly accumulate and even overflow Liu Er's mouth and nose...

His hands and feet were bound, and he was likely still unconscious...

The terrifying image of Liu Er struggling desperately in a waterlogged pit and eventually drowning flashed through everyone's minds simultaneously!

A chill instantly shot from the soles of my feet to the top of my head, even more biting than the icy rain!

What if... what if they really forgot, or remembered even a fraction of an hour later...

The consequences are chilling to even think about.

"Quick! Go to the west!" Lin Xiuer's face was pale, and her voice was urgent.

All thoughts of cleanup and leaving traces were thrown to the back of their minds at this moment!

Saving lives is the priority! Playing around is fine, and being scared is fine, but if someone dies because of their negligence, then the whole situation changes!

Lin Xiuer immediately noticed that the little follower next to her was still carrying the hoe she had used to dig the hole earlier.

Without saying a word, he snatched it away and turned to run wildly toward the west side of the garden, stumbling along the way!

"Wait for us!"

"Watch your step, Xiuer!"

Ping An was the first to react. He moved like lightning and caught up with Lin Xiuer in a few leaps, firmly protecting her by her side.

Hu Yidao and Liu Sanzhen immediately dropped what they were holding and gave chase.

Wu Liangcai and Chen Mingxuan were filled with remorse and followed closely behind.

Liu Ruyan and her two little followers hurriedly followed behind.

Some of the group carried hoes and shovels, while others, unable to find any tools, would dig with a stick or something similar.

So, in this disheveled state, I braved the rain and ran towards the gloomy, desolate graveyard outside the wall.

……

The raindrops were fine and cool, falling softly and damply, wetting the weeds and soil, and also waking Liu Er from the bottom of the pit.

The cold touch gradually brought him back to consciousness from a deep state of terror and unconsciousness.

He struggled to open his eyes, his vision blurred, and all he could see was an inky, impenetrable darkness.

A few scattered raindrops fell on my face, and my body gradually regained its sensations.

His hands and feet were still tightly bound by rough hemp rope, causing waves of numbness and constriction. His lower body was pressed down by heavy soil, making it almost impossible for him to move.

The cold, damp earth clung to my body, and the chill seeped in continuously.

Overwhelmed by terror, he immediately screamed at the top of his lungs, his voice trembling with sobs, "Help! Someone help me! Save me!"

"A ghost! There really is a ghost—!"

The hoarse cries for help were mostly swallowed by the sound of rain, only attracting a few faint, indistinct calls from afar, like responses from night owls, adding to the desolation.

"Hey, someone come here! Boss! Fourth Brother! Where the hell have you been?!"

The rain intensified, gradually gathering into small streams that slowly flowed into the bottom of the pit, soaking through his thin clothes.

No one responded. Liu Er shouted until he was hoarse, and the icy chill that enveloped him almost drove him to despair.

Just when he was in despair, thinking that he was really going to die in this godforsaken place, to rot in this pit like the skeleton next to him, and to be accompanied forever by the female ghost who was bleeding from her seven orifices.

In the depths of the dark night, a series of hurried and chaotic footsteps suddenly echoed.

It was moving very fast, heading straight for his pit!

Liu Er's heart leaped with joy! Could it be... the boss and the others?

Did his other brothers finally remember to look for him? Did they escape danger? Did they come to rescue him?

His heart, which had been on the verge of death, was suddenly filled with hope for life. He was saved! He wouldn't die!

A tremendous joy of escaping a desperate situation instantly filled him.

He was almost overjoyed and about to cry out, "Boss! I'm here! Help—!"

However, before he could finish speaking, by the occasional flashes of lightning on the distant horizon, he vaguely made out the outlines of several figures rushing to the edge of the pit...

Something seems... off?

His height and build seemed different from Jia Heiyu and the others.

Just then, another fleeting flash of lightning illuminated the scene, its stark white light tearing through the night and briefly brightly lighting up the group who had rushed to the edge of the pit!

This brief glance struck Liu Er like a thunderbolt, shattering his soul!

It turned out that the faces he saw rushing to the edge of the pit... were not Jia Heiyu and his group at all, nor were they the faces of any living people!

Those faces, under the pale electric light, presented an extremely eerie and terrifying appearance!

The faces of Lin Xiuer and the others were originally covered with a layer of pale, bluish-gray powder that Liu Ruyan had brushed on as a base.

Later, in order to portray the ghost messenger Yama, the dark shadows were deepened in the eye sockets, cheekbones and other areas to increase the three-dimensionality and the terrifying effect.

Later, when they were busy burning paper offerings in the garden, they got covered in dust and charcoal ash.

While wiping away sweat, I unintentionally wiped it in patches here and there.

Now, with the drizzling rain hitting it, all the colors are mixed together and blurred into a mess!

White, blue, black, gray...

Patches and patches, completely obscuring the original facial features, leaving only distorted and deformed spots and deep-set eye shadows!

Chen Mingxuan, especially, who was at the front, had the most interesting expression on his face.

The "bleeding from all seven orifices" makeup I had applied earlier was smudged by the rain, and dark red "bloodstains" flowed and spread down my cheeks and chin.

Various colors mingled on his face, and under the lightning, it looked exactly like a grotesque face that had just been pulled from a pool of blood, already rotten and festering!

And in their hands, they were holding hoes, shovels and other tools, digging furiously into the pit!

This scene played out in Liu Er's mind, which was now completely distorted by fear.

These aren't the people who came to rescue him!

These are clearly... several old corpses that have just crawled out of the nearby graveyard, their resentment palpable, and which have turned into zombies!

They bared their teeth and claws, their faces ferocious.

His face was a mixture of pale, bluish, and blackish hues, which, after being washed by the rain, resembled rotting flesh or dried scabs.

He was holding a "murder weapon," which clearly indicated that he was preparing to dismember and devour this "living sacrifice"!

Especially the one in the lead, with his disheveled hair, was the most aggressive.

Extreme fear instantly overwhelmed all his hope and thoughts; his heart, which had just come back to life, plummeted into despair and was frozen by ice.

All the struggles and cries for help were choked in his throat.

It's over...it's completely over...

Ghosts... there are ghosts everywhere here... man-eating ghosts...