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

In the garden, taking advantage of the moment when Lin Xiuer and the others were too busy saving lives to pay attention to anything else.

Zhang Wanfu and Liu Songnian, who had been hiding in the shadows and watching the commotion from above the wall, exchanged a glance, their faces showing a relieved yet sly smile.

"Quickly, now!" Zhang Wanfu whispered.

Like two cunning raccoons, the two of them slipped silently to the cloth bag containing the bone model that Lin Xiuer and the others had hastily thrown away.

The sound of the rain effectively masked their movements; the bag, half-soaked by the rain, lay askew on the ground.

Zhang Wanfu and Liu Songnian quickly opened the bag and, relying on their sense of touch and the occasional flashes of lightning in the distance, began to rummage through it.

"This one is real...take it."

"Keep this piece of paper."

"Hey, this thigh bone is the real deal, we can't let it slip in..."

The two whispered among themselves as they quickly picked out most of the genuine artifacts they had salvaged from the mass grave and put them into their own bundles.

After doing this, they closed the bag up again, roughly restoring it to its original state as when it had been thrown away.

All that remained inside were the paper bone models and a few indistinguishable fragments.

"Alright, now you shouldn't be able to spot any flaws. That girl Lin is very perceptive; she seemed a little suspicious just now."

Zhang Wanfu patted the mud off his hands and said in a low voice.

Liu Songnian nodded, and the two of them, clutching the bag of real bones, disappeared back into the rain.

Just as they came, they left this desolate garden, where the "hell trial" and the "rainy night terror" had just taken place, without a sound.

Not long after, Lin Xiuer and the others returned, panting and covered in mud, having finished rescuing the people.

Everyone was still shaken but relieved that no one had been killed. They urged each other to pick up the things they had carelessly thrown on the ground and leave as quickly as possible.

No one cared to check the two wet, heavy cloth bags anymore.

The rain lessened and turned into a light drizzle.

"Check it out, make sure nothing is left behind," Lin Xiuer urged, wiping the rain off her face.

Liu Sanzhen bent down to pick up her small bundle containing silver needles and medicine, and hugged it tightly to her chest.

"We need to take this stuff and bury it somewhere far away!" Hu Yidao said, picking up the two bags of bones.

The vague doubts that Lin Xiuer had previously had were quickly dispelled by the tension and lingering fear from rescuing the person, and she had no time to think about them anymore.

She glanced at the two bags, then at the increasingly heavy rain and the muddy ground: "This is too much trouble."

Frowning, she said to Ping An, "Never mind, since they're already soaked, I'll trouble you, my husband, to make a trip and, under the cover of night, throw these things into the mass grave on the western hillside."

She pointed to the cloth bag Hu Yidao was carrying, "Given the current situation, it's not a good idea to find a place to dig a hole and bury it."

"There's everything there anyway. If you leave these things there, they'll get soaked in the rain and exposed to the sun and wind and rot quickly, and no one will notice."

She glanced at the sky; it was still pitch black, but she figured it wouldn't be long before dawn.

"We need to leave quickly before dawn and go straight to Lao Hu's house to wait for you. Come and join us as soon as you're done."

Lin Xiuer made arrangements quickly, her voice sounding a little tired.

Ping An nodded as he looked at her face, which was covered in smears like a cat's, without saying anything more. He reached out and took the two heavy, wet bags from Hu Yidao.

"Be careful," Lin Xiuer couldn't help but whisper a word of advice.

Ping An glanced at her, raindrops dripping down his sharply defined jawline, and he gave a soft "hmm".

He then turned around, picked up his cloth bag, and his tall figure swayed briefly in the rain and night before disappearing completely.

Their footsteps were swift and silent as they disappeared into the deeper darkness and rain in the west, heading towards the mass grave.

"Come on, let's not get soaked here, let's hurry to my house!" Hu Yidao called to the rest of the group.

"Go back and boil some hot water to wipe yourself down and wash your face, so you can warm up!"

Lin Xiuer, Wu Liangcai, Chen Mingxuan, and Liu Ruyan all looked as if they had been pulled out of the mud, exhausted, cold, and wet.

After hearing what Lao Hu said, they all nodded hurriedly.

The group said no more, and took one last look at the outline of the desolate garden behind them, which looked even darker and more sinister in the heavy rain, as if it were hiding countless secrets.

Supporting each other, they hurriedly disappeared into the dark rain, carrying their belongings.

Only Liu Er, leaning against a big tree, still muttering to himself, and the Black Fish Gang members lying haphazardly at the entrance of the garden.

This foreshadowed the extraordinary nature of this night.

The rain was fine and dense, and it felt cool on our faces. Everyone was wet and cold.

Except for Liu Ruyan, whose face was relatively normal, everyone else still wore makeup that looked even more bizarre and terrifying after being washed away by the rain.

Walking on the darkest streets before dawn, if you were to be accidentally spotted, it could really scare you half to death.

Fortunately, it was still early and it was raining, so the streets were deserted.

They deliberately chose quiet alleys, moving quickly and silently along the shadows of the walls, trying to keep their footsteps light.

I just hope to get to Lao Hu's house as soon as possible and get rid of this mess.

The rain was heavy, the night was as black as ink, and lightning occasionally illuminated the way ahead before plunging into even deeper darkness.

Soaked shoes and socks sank into the muddy water, making muffled splashing sounds, and trouser legs were splattered with mud.

I don't know how long I walked, maybe not that long, but it felt exceptionally long amidst the exhaustion and tension.

Finally, the mottled wooden door of Hu Yidao's house came into view.

Hu Yidao quickly took a few steps, took out his key, and deftly unlocked the door.

"Come in quickly!" he said in a low voice, stepping aside to let everyone in.

Several people filed in, bringing with them the chill and dampness of the outdoors.

Hu Yidao was the last to slip in, and with a backhand motion, he slammed the heavy wooden door shut. Then, with a loud "bang," the sturdy bolt was inserted horizontally and firmly locked in place.

"My God, they're finally back."

Until this moment, once inside, the door was bolted shut, completely isolating them from the chaotic, dangerous, and ghostly night outside.

Almost simultaneously, everyone in the room let out a long sigh of relief, their hearts finally settling down.

The room was dark, with no lights on, but it unexpectedly made people feel at ease.

My body and mind, which had been tense all along, finally dared to completely relax in this space that belonged to us.

Everything that happened tonight.

The meticulously set traps, the thrilling "ghostly" incident, the Black Fish Gang's hasty escape, and the final chaotic "rescue" scene.

Everything seemed to be washed away and buried by the torrential rain, leaving only a heavy sense of lingering fear and a feeling of relief and exhaustion.

The rain was still pouring down, washing away the muddy ground and all traces of what had happened tonight.