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

The laughter was somewhat stiff from the previous fear, but it was filled with ecstasy.

"A rag! It's just a damn rag! Look, Fourth Brother, it's a rag blown by the wind and hanging on the tree branch, hahahahaha."

Zhao Si also let out a long breath, his tense nerves instantly relaxing. Feeling somewhat embarrassed, he also burst into laughter.

His laughter was tinged with relief and lingering fear: "I knew it! Where did this ghost come from? It scared the hell out of me! Turns out it was just a tattered piece of cloth! Hahahaha!"

The two laughed and patted each other on the shoulder, their fear and tension seemingly vanishing as the tattered cloth hit the ground.

Liu Er even kicked the cloth to confirm that it was indeed normal.

"Let's go, let's go back inside!" Zhao Si was in high spirits. "Quickly tell the boss and the others, nothing happened! Just a tattered rag, a false alarm! We can finally get a good night's sleep tonight!"

Liu Er nodded repeatedly, a relaxed expression appearing on his face.

Thank goodness they came out! Otherwise, if they had stayed inside all night overthinking, they would have gotten sick from the fright!

The two turned and went back into the house, their steps lighter, both feeling a sense of relief at having survived a disaster.

The fear I felt earlier seemed to vanish completely, and I even felt a surge of courage, thinking, "It's not all that big of a deal."

I'm going to go back inside and give Monkey Three and his gang a good laugh while they're still trembling in fear.

Just as they turned around and took a few steps, before their smiles had even faded,

"bite……"

A light, melodious, and ethereal melody drifted from somewhere, carried by the night breeze into their ears.

The music seemed to carry the coolness of the night, and also seemed to be wrapped in a thousand years of sorrow. Each note had a long trail, captivating the heart.

The smiles on Liu Er and Zhao Si's faces froze instantly, and their feet seemed to be nailed to the ground.

They slowly, little by little, turned their heads to look in the direction from which the music was coming.

If I remember correctly, there was a deserted little garden over there, and I vaguely recall there was also a dilapidated pavilion.

The music played intermittently, like weeping and lamenting.

The hearts that had just settled back into their stomachs jumped into their throats again, even higher and colder than before.

The melody was mournful and lingering, carrying an unyielding sorrow that entwined the heart, possessing a captivating charm.

Between the piano notes, there were also one or two extremely soft, ethereal female chants, like sighs, that flowed from deep within her throat.

There are no words, only breathy sounds like "ah...", yet it touches people's hearts more than any lyrics.

The zither music tinkled, and the singing was intermittent, plaintive and sorrowful.

The two exchanged a glance, both seeing a strange curiosity stirred in each other's eyes.

What kind of beauty could play such moving music and sing such alluring songs?

Because that woman's voice was just too beautiful, and too... alluring.

It's like a little hook, drilling straight into the softest, most hidden part of people's hearts, gently scratching their ears and their hearts.

The fear in their hearts was somewhat lessened by this beautiful, human voice.

Recalling how terrified they were of a tattered cloth inside the house, they felt a little ashamed.

Hearing the commotion clearly made by a living person, and with such a beautiful sound, they grew bolder.

"Want to go check it out? That sound is rather pleasant."

Liu Er's voice was dry, with an undisguised longing in it.

After the initial fear subsided, a man's curiosity about beautiful women resurfaced, even giving rise to some whimsical fantasies.

"Let me see... I'll just take a look." Zhao Si swallowed hard, gripping the stick in his hand tightly, both for self-defense and to bolster his courage.

They forgot to go back into the house, forgot their brothers inside, and even temporarily forgot the fear they had just experienced.

As if drawn by invisible threads, following the alluring melody, they cautiously made their way towards the abandoned back garden.

They walked along the overgrown path, past the collapsed rockery, and arrived at the garden entrance, in front of the moon gate that was half collapsed and covered with withered vines.

The closer one gets to the garden, the clearer the music becomes, and the more poignant and moving the woman's singing grows, as if she has a heart full of unspoken thoughts that she can only entrust to the strings of her instrument and the silent night.

The two hid by the dilapidated moon gate, peering inside. The moonlight seemed a little brighter than before, casting a pale glow on the pavilion.

The scene before them made the two hold their breath and stare wide-eyed.

All around the dilapidated pavilion in the center of the garden, layers of thin white gauze curtains had somehow appeared!

The gauze curtains were very long, almost reaching the ground. As the night breeze blew, the gauze curtains swayed and danced gently like ripples on water, as beautiful as a dream.

Through the gaps in the fluttering, semi-transparent gauze curtains, one could vaguely see a slender and beautiful woman sitting gracefully in the center of the pavilion.

The woman was dressed in an elegant white dress, her head bowed, her long black hair cascading down like a waterfall, obscuring most of her face.

A pair of delicate hands rested on an ancient zither on her lap. Her fingertips plucked the strings, producing a melancholic and moving melody.

That ethereal, captivating chant came from her lips.

She occasionally tilted her head slightly, revealing a small section of her fair and graceful neck, or a hint of her incredibly delicate jawline, through the gaps in the fluttering gauze curtains.

Then, an even more ethereal and melancholic chant escaped her lips, blending with the music of the zither, echoing through the desolate garden at night, breathtakingly beautiful.

Liu Er and Zhao Si stood blankly in front of the moon gate, their eyes wide open, their mouths agape, and the sticks they used for self-defense were nowhere to be found.

The moonlight was dim, and the gauze curtains were hazy, making the beautiful woman's figure appear and disappear behind them, adding to her mystery and... allure.

The fear from before had long been forgotten, replaced by a dry-mouthed excitement and... wicked thoughts.

Although Zhao Si was envious, he still harbored a sliver of instinctive vigilance and fear.

He grabbed Liu Er, who was about to walk forward, and said in a very low, trembling voice, "Second Brother, this...this beautiful woman, in this place...do you think she...is she a human or a ghost?"

Liu Er was aroused by the figure behind the gauze curtain and the sound of the zither. Hearing this, he impatiently shook off his hand, swallowed hard, and stared intently at the pavilion.

"Ghost? Bullshit! I've never seen such a beautiful person and such a melodious voice in my entire life."

"I don't care if she's human or ghost, once she falls into my hands, she'll have to obediently warm my bed!"

His mind was filled with that alluring figure and the imagined beauty's delicate appearance; his fear had long been shattered by lust.

Seeing Zhao Si still hesitating, Liu Er sneered, "Coward! If you don't dare go, I'll go myself! This kind of good fortune doesn't come every day!"

"If she really is a ghost, such a beautiful female ghost, I'd accept death for her."

Just thinking about how he was scared half to death by a tattered cloth in the house just now made Liu Er angry.

He didn't want to be paranoid anymore and get scared by a young girl.

With that, he ignored Zhao Si, crouched down, and, using the weeds and ruins as cover, held his breath and stealthily made his way into the desolate garden, toward the pavilion surrounded by gauze curtains.