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

"Hurry? Dig faster!"

"Get him out of there right now!"

The cacophony of shouts mingled with the sound of rain, but to Liu Er's ears, it sounded like the mournful howls and greedy urging of a vengeful ghost.

They raised their hoes and shovels high and then brought them down hard!

"Pfft!"

"Splash!"

Mud and water splashed everywhere, some of it hitting Liu Er's face and body directly.

In his distorted perception, it wasn't digging at all, but rather the sharp claws and teeth of the ghouls frantically digging into his body!

Drag him out of the ground, tear him to pieces, and devour him!

"Ah—! Don't come any closer! Get away! Get away from me—!"

Liu Er screamed in despair, twisting his body wildly in an attempt to escape the "claws," but only managed to sink deeper into the mud and swallow several mouthfuls of rainwater.

The "corpse demons" ignored his screams and struggles, and instead dug even more enthusiastically.

The cold, sticky mud splashed onto his skin from time to time, sending shivers down his spine.

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

Liu Er looked at those hideous and terrifying faces that were faintly visible in the rain and lightning.

Watching them wave their arms and frantically grab at him, his last bit of will to survive was crushed by boundless fear.

What brothers, what revenge, what future...

They didn't believe in evil spirits and provoked something they shouldn't have, angering the spirits of the dead beneath this garden.

The boss and the others must have been killed too...

This desolate garden... it's a den of ghosts! They've taken over a ghost's place, and now the ghosts have come to claim their lives!

The struggling movements gradually ceased, the wide-open mouth closed weakly, and only a desperate sob escaped from the depths of its throat.

He resignedly closed his eyes, his body twitching slightly in the cold mud, awaiting the final moment of being torn apart and swallowed up.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and Lin Xiuer and the others by the ditch were extremely anxious.

All I could think about was getting the person out of the pit as quickly as possible, so they wouldn't actually drown!

As for the face paint, it was already a mess of rain, sweat, and mud.

They didn't have time to think about how he looked in other people's eyes, let alone speculate about Liu Er's completely twisted mind.

They had no idea that in the short span of time they were frantically digging to rescue the person, they were completely unaware of what was happening.

Inside the pit, Liu Er's mind was already enacting a terrifying and complex internal drama of "a horde of zombies emerging from their cages, demanding lives and dismembering bodies," a drama that, in his view, was logically consistent.

They only saw Liu Er suddenly stop shouting, close his eyes, and stiffen his body. Their hearts skipped a beat, and they immediately stopped digging.

"Is he... dying?"

Wu Liangcai's voice trembled, and his face looked a mixture of blue and black, which was quite frightening.

"Don't talk nonsense! Dig! Get the person out first!" Lin Xiuer wiped the rainwater from her eyes.

There wasn't as much dirt on Liu Er's body as he had imagined. With a few strokes of the hoe, most of the loose soil below Liu Er's chest was cleared away.

The group was panting heavily from running, and their carefully applied "ghost makeup" had become a mess.

Under the lightning, it really did look no different from a living old zombie.

Chen Mingxuan knelt by the pit, rainwater streaming down his face, which was bleeding from all seven orifices. He reached out his hand, wanting to check Liu Er's breathing.

The hand, stained with blood and mud, cold and slippery, had just touched Liu Er's face—

Liu Er suddenly jolted awake, his eyes tightly shut, a faint, dying "gurgling" sound escaping his throat, his body stiff as a stone.

"He's not dead! He's still breathing, he's alive!" Chen Mingxuan exclaimed in surprise as he felt a faint warmth emanating from his fingertips.

Everyone's spirits lifted.

"Get him out of here quickly!" Lin Xiuer urged anxiously.

Ping An and Hu Yidao exchanged a glance, then simultaneously reached out and grabbed Liu Er's wet, muddy arm.

"One, two, three—Go!"

With a single, forceful pull, the two of them yanked Liu Er, whose lower body was still buried in the wet, heavy mud, out of the mud pit like pulling out a radish!

With a muffled thud, Liu Er collapsed onto the muddy ground beside the pit. Like a fish out of water, he twitched slightly and then lay still.

Liu Er felt a sudden lightness in his body, and then fell heavily onto the wet grass by the pit.

He was terrified, thinking that the "dismemberment" was about to begin, and his whole body stiffened, not even daring to open his eyes.

Only the extremely faint rise and fall of his chest proved that he was still clinging to life.

His eyes remained tightly closed, his lips were purplish-black, and his face was bloodless, mixed with mud and tears.

The heavy rain relentlessly washed over him, as well as several "rescuers" who were "unrecognizable" by the edge of the pit.

Ping An's movements were uninterrupted as he drew the small dagger from his waist, which he had originally used to cut ropes.

With a flash of cold light, the ropes binding Liu Er's wrists and ankles were swiftly severed in a few quick slashes.

The rope snapped, and a sharp pain shot through the flesh where it had cut into it.

But Liu Er felt nothing at that moment; he only felt the cold, sharp claws about to slice through his skin.

Lin Xiuer wiped the rain and smudged paint off her face, looked at the sky, and estimated the time in her mind.

"We can't delay any longer. Let's put him under that tree to shelter from the rain; we need to get going!"

"It's almost dawn; we absolutely cannot let anyone see us leave here looking like this!"

The group nodded, and Ping An and Hu Yidao picked up Liu Er, who was covered in mud and unconscious, and dragged him to a large, leafy tree not far away.

Let him lean against the tree trunk; at least it will protect him from the rain and prevent him from drowning or freezing to death.

After doing all this, the group dared not linger any longer, and without paying any more attention to Liu Er, they quickly gathered up the scattered hoes and shovels and haphazardly filled in the pit.

Then, supporting each other, they took advantage of the cover of night and rain to walk quickly away from the deserted garden, their steps uneven.

The figure quickly blended into the deep darkness and rain, disappearing from sight.

After rescuing the people, all they wanted to do was quickly go back and pack their things.

Take advantage of the night to leave this place of trouble as soon as possible, wash away your disheveled state, and bury everything that happened tonight deep in your heart.

No one noticed that Liu Er, who had been thrown under the tree, had fallen into a state of mental confusion under the extreme stimulation of fear.

His eyelids trembled as he looked at the swaying, shadowy grass and trees around him, and listened to the pattering rain.

He always felt that there were more unseen things lurking in the darkness, waiting for him to completely lose consciousness before pouncing on him...

"No...don't come any closer..."

His body began to tremble uncontrollably, his lips moved, and he uttered intermittent, incoherent babbling.

"Ghosts... everywhere...man-eating ghosts..."

"Don't eat me... I don't want to die... I don't want to die..."

His eyes widened in terror as he scanned every shadow around him in a daze, as if a vengeful ghost might leap out at any moment.

The series of shocks he experienced tonight had already exceeded his mental limits.

The rain hit his face, but he seemed oblivious.

He was just nervously repeating those broken sentences, huddled under the tree, trembling, clearly no longer in his right mind.