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

The paper shop owner helped push the items to the vicinity of the abandoned garden.

After collecting the extra fare, he pushed the empty cart away without looking back, but his back view looked like he was fleeing in panic.

Everyone in Peach Blossom Town knows how eerie this place is.

After seeing the outsiders off, the group exchanged glances, each seeing a hint of suppressed excitement in the other's eyes.

Several people carried the paper offerings and quietly circled around to the collapsed wall of the abandoned garden, making several trips before finally finishing transporting them.

Chen Mingxuan had already gone back to pick up Liu Ruyan.

Before long, he returned with his men.

Liu Ruyan was still wearing that moon-white dress, but now she was carrying a rather large package.

When she could see the various paper figures piled up like a small mountain on the ground, the pale bones, the hideous masks, and the fluttering banners by the dim moonlight, even she, with her calm and composed nature, couldn't help but be stunned.

Her cherry lips parted slightly, and she almost lost her composure.

That's really... a big spender.

She originally thought Lin Xiuer's intricately linked plan was already quite impressive, but she didn't expect them to have prepared such ample props.

Especially the miniature City of the Dead, and its gate tower.

Just looking at this pile of things sends chills down your spine; they could scare the living to death and the dead back to life. It would be hard for tonight's show not to be a success.

She suddenly realized that her own little bit of ulterior motive was a bit superfluous.

These guys seemed more interested in terrifying the thugs than the real victims themselves.

"Miss Ruyan, everything is here. Let's hurry up and get ready," Lin Xiuer said in a low voice.

Without further delay, the group began to decorate, using the bushes for cover.

The costumes made by Liu Sanzhen are very realistic.

The robes of the Black and White Impermanence were two floor-length robes, one black and one white, with a crisp texture.

They wore tall, pointed hats with the words "Peace Under Heaven" and "Instant Wealth" scrawled on them in ink and ash.

The headgear of the Ox-Head and Horse-Face was made of cardboard, painted with colors, and the ox horns and horse ears were made very realistically, with holes cut out for the eyes.

The robes of the King of Hell and the judges were deep purple and dark red, embroidered with simple cloud patterns and ghost designs.

He even went so far as to create a headless ghost shape out of cardboard. The hollow cardboard shell had jagged edges and was painted with dark red paint.

Put this shroud over your head, then cover it with a long, dark-colored "funeral shroud" that drags on the ground, with large patches of bloodstains painted on the collar as well.

As he moved, the empty neck and the "bloodstains" on his collar were faintly visible in the darkness, and his robe fluttered in the wind, doubling the horror effect!

Liu Ruyan also opened the bundle she had brought, took out the prepared powder paste, and some specially made oil paint.

The powder was unnaturally white, with a lifeless, bluish-gray hue. She skillfully applied it with a small brush, quickly smearing it on the faces of several people.

"That way, it won't matter if the mask falls off." Liu Ruyan explained softly as she skillfully applied the mask. "The back of the face will actually look more real and more frightening."

Ping An was dressed in all black, and after his face was painted white, he put on a hideous demon mask with blood and tears streaming from the corners of his eyes.

He was extremely skilled, his movements as light as a ghost. After several trips, he had already secured the paper figure wrapped in white gauze to several pre-arranged tree branches with fishing line.

There were also skulls and limbs scattered throughout the courtyard where the Black Fish Seven Fiends were located.

The others had also changed into black clothes, and their faces, hands, and necks were painted white.

Under the dim moonlight, pale and ashen faces were hidden behind hideous and terrifying masks, each holding chains, paper money, and other items, ready to take their places.

Their eyes gleamed with a mixture of tension and excitement.

"Remember, don't panic, stay calm. Tonight, we'll give the Black Fish Gang's masters an unforgettable 'feast'."

The dense darkness and waist-high weeds provided the best cover.

After giving her final instructions, Lin Xiuer and the group quickly dispersed to their pre-arranged locations, disappearing behind the ruins and the shadows of withered trees.

Wu Liangcai left behind his two henchmen, who, along with the remaining costumes and paper offerings, found a secluded courtyard to set up the scene of the City of the Wrongfully Dead needed for the upcoming court session.

Tonight, the stars and moon are pale and weak, and thin clouds are like gauze, occasionally letting through a few points of cold and dim moonlight, casting shadows on the ground.

It's the perfect weather for playing tricks on people.

The abandoned garden was open and unobstructed, and the drafty winds flowed freely through the ruins, withered trees and weeds, rising and falling in a continuous stream.

Peace, like a predator in the dark, silently slips into the shadows of the rooftops, like a night owl waiting for its chance.

Lao Hu, Liu Sanzhen, Wu Liangcai, and Chen Mingxuan, each carrying an iron chain, crouched down and sneaked into the predetermined locations to make the noise in different directions.

Lin Xiuer held a bundle of paper money, hiding upwind, with the special whistle Liu Ruyan had given her in her mouth.

Liu Ruyan's target location was a half-collapsed corner of a covered walkway upwind. In the darkness, her heart pounded, a mixture of fear and inexplicable excitement coursing through her.

Beneath my feet lay soft, decaying leaves and sharp, jagged stones, while in my ears came the endless, resentful whistling of the wind.

With each step, she felt as if she were stepping into a huge and eerie stage, while the prey in the center of the stage remained completely unaware.

She curled up in the shadows, closed her eyes, adjusted her breathing, and searched for that melancholy and sorrow that had accumulated over countless years.

Deep within the garden, the small courtyard occupied by the Black Fish Gang had its lights off.

The group was now so poor they couldn't even afford food, let alone light lamps. Jia Heiyu's curses were intermittent and weak.

"...Damn it, that old bastard from Jishetang...he really dares to stand by and watch someone die..."

He paced restlessly in the darkness, cursing the doctor, Master Mei, and Wu Shiren.

Of course, they wouldn't let Lin Xiuer and her gigolo off the hook either.

"Boss, boss... cough cough... cough cough cough, my, my chest, it hurts so much..." Monkey Three's voice was choked with sobs, accompanied by intermittent coughs.

That day, he was repeatedly hit in the chest by Lai Qi, Liu Er, and Zhao Si, who were like human cannonballs.

These past few days, I've been running around trying to resolve the false accusation against Lin Xiuer, and instead of healing my injuries, they've gotten worse.

I started coughing non-stop after waking up this morning. With each breath, I felt a sharp, stabbing pain in my chest, like being pricked by needles.

"Third brother, keep your voice down, isn't this unlucky enough?"

Lai Qi growled irritably. His back injury had not yet healed, so he could only lie crookedly on the bed, and his mood was already terrible.

The cloth covering Gou Wu's head was so dirty that its original color was unrecognizable, and his nose was still red and swollen.

Liu Er stood by the unconscious Ma Liu with a distressed expression.

Ma Liu's leg wounds were festering and emitted a faint stench.

The entire room was filled with a sense of despair and rage, a feeling of being at one's wit's end, plagued by injuries and illness, and utterly powerless.

Outside, the howling wind seemed to grow louder, whistling sharply through the cracks in the broken doors and windows.