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

The piercing, heart-wrenching howl carried far into the silent, desolate garden at night.

The crows that were roosting in the trees in the distance were startled and flew away cawing.

In the pavilion, the white-clad "woman" with blood flowing from her seven orifices slowly straightened up, looking down at Liu Er, who was struggling and writhing on the ground.

The woman spoke softly, her voice clear and melodious, carrying a hint of reproach and coquettishness.

"My lord, you were just saying you'd help me relieve my loneliness, weren't you? What? You've already turned your back on me so quickly?"

Liu Er couldn't believe it; such a moving voice was actually coming from "its" mouth?

He looked up in shock, only to see that the "woman's" lips were indeed moving, but the coquettish and resentful female voice seemed to be floating and echoing from behind Liu Er, outside the pavilion!

Liu Er turned his head in disbelief to look behind him, but there was only weeds, broken walls and swaying tree shadows, and no one was there!

The voice truly did come from behind him.

"Sigh, you men are so fickle."

The woman's voice rang out again, this time seemingly tinged with a cold laugh.

The voice was still captivating, but it just wasn't coming from the mouth of the female ghost in front of him, whose mouth was opening and closing!

This extremely bizarre scene completely shattered Liu Er's last psychological defenses!

"Aaaaaah—!"

His body hair stood on end, his limbs began to move uncontrollably, and a heat emanated from his crotch, releasing a foul odor.

—He was so scared he peed his pants.

The "female ghost" seemed to chuckle softly, her voice still ethereal and seemingly coming from nowhere.

It carries a chilling allure.

"Now that you're here, my lord... don't leave," the ethereal female voice rang out again, carrying a tenderness that seemed to threaten to kill.

"On the road to the underworld... I'm so lonely... Come keep me company... won't you?"

Liu Er was so frightened that his liver and gallbladder were about to burst. He opened his mouth wide in terror, and his throat made a "hoarse" sound like a broken bellows.

Aside from instinctive screams, he was unable to react in any other way.

Hidden in the shadows of the pavilion, Ping An watched this scene through her mask, and curled her lips in disgust.

...Useless.

This group of scoundrels usually bully and tyrannize the market, and they seem pretty tough, but they're actually more cowardly than rats.

Where did this go?

He couldn't be bothered to listen to the pig-like commotion anymore, and he was also worried that the noise would terrify the few good-for-nothings left in the house, making them too scared to come out.

With a flash of black shadow, Ping An emerged from the shadows like a ghost and silently appeared behind Liu Er, who was slumped on the ground, terrified and on the verge of fainting.

He now held a sturdy short stick in his hand.

This short stick looks like the one Zhao Si was holding when he came out.

He raised his stick and brought it down swiftly and decisively.

With a muffled thud, it struck Liu Er squarely on the back of the neck.

Liu Er's body stiffened, and without even uttering a sound, his head lolled to the side, and he completely fainted.

The world is finally quiet.

Lin Xiuer and Liu Ruyan also emerged from behind the artificial rockery.

He glanced at Liu Er, who was lying unconscious on the ground and had wet his pants, wrinkled his nose, and waved his hand with a hint of disgust.

"Okay, tie his hands and feet tightly," she whispered to Ping An, "and throw him into that big pit that Afu and Agui just dug in the cemetery outside the wall."

She turned to Chen Mingxuan and gave him a thumbs up: "Young Master Chen, you've really worked hard. Your performance just now was excellent."

"Next... he's in your hands. Keep him company and don't let him get too lonely."

Wu Liangcai's two henchmen, Afu and Agui, followed Lin Xiuer's instructions.

In another secluded corner of the garden, a scene of the underworld was built using a paper model of the City of the Wrongfully Dead bought from a paper craft shop.

The pale white lanterns, skulls, and twisted paper figures and horses created an eerie atmosphere.

Under the cover of night and the glow of swaying lanterns, it possesses a rather intimidating aura.

After setting up the city of the unjustly dead, the two carried a soul-summoning banner and a hoe, and climbed over the wall in the dark.

At the edge of the cemetery outside the wall, following Lin Xiuer's instructions, a large pit more than half a meter deep was dug.

The night wind blew through the graveyard, causing the wild grass to undulate and make a "whooshing" sound, like countless people sobbing softly.

Unidentified insects chirped desperately under the grass roots, and from afar came the occasional mournful cry of a night owl, sending chills down one's spine.

Although the two servants had seen some of the world by following Wu Liangcai, they were still quite nervous about working in such a place in the middle of the night.

Even though the two of them mustered their courage, they still didn't dare to get too close to those overgrown grave mounds.

He found a sparsely shrubbed wasteland on the outskirts, picked up a hoe, and, by the dim moonlight, began to dig a large pit.

The soil here is relatively soft, and in less than an hour, a pit more than half a meter deep, big enough for one person to lie down in, was dug.

The spirit banner was planted on the mound of earth, fluttering in the wind, creating a strong sense of atmosphere.

Not long after, Ping An carried Liu Er, who was still unconscious and tightly bound, over like a sack of potatoes.

Without any hesitation, he threw it into the newly dug pit.

Chen Mingxuan was still wearing that flowing white robe, and his face was still covered with the "bleeding from seven orifices" makeup that Liu Ruyan had drawn on him.

His face was deathly pale and bluish in the moonlight, making him look even more terrifying and horrifying.

He followed Ping An to the edge of the pit, looked at Liu Er who was limp as mud at the bottom of the pit, rubbed his hands together, and showed a kind of excitement that was a mixture of tension and mischief on his face.

At the same time, Ping An placed the lifelike, cracked skull he had bought from the paper craft shop next to Liu Er's head.

Especially the skull, which was deliberately placed very close to Liu Er's face, with its dark eye sockets almost touching his ears.

What's even more ingenious is that he carefully rubbed a little white phosphorus powder into the skull's eye sockets and inside its mouth.

At this moment, a gentle night breeze stirred, and the white phosphorus, upon contact with the air, began to undergo a very slight oxidation. Deep within the skull, a few flickering, eerie green phosphorescent lights began to shimmer faintly!

These few shimmering green lights, like will-o'-the-wisps, illuminated the grotesque outline of the skull in the pitch-black graveyard, and also faintly lit Liu Er's pale profile, which was very close to his.

Make sure that when he opens his eyes, the first thing he sees is this skull with "ghost fire" that looks like it's about to come over and kiss him!

Chen Mingxuan, standing by the pit, did not immediately wake Liu Er, as Lin Xiuer had instructed him.

Instead, he slowly and methodically took a small shovel and began shoveling soil from the edge of the pit, gently sprinkling it onto Liu Er.

To ensure he would see the surprise next to his head when he woke up, and to prevent him from struggling too much after waking up, Chen Mingxuan deliberately buried him starting from his legs.

The soil fell all over Liu Er's chest and lower body, the cold, rough touch accompanied by a suffocating fear of being "buried alive".

Looking at the arrangement, Chen Mingxuan slowly sprinkled soil while unable to help but grin silently.

Xiuer is truly a talent! He's already looking forward to Liu Er's "wonderful" performance when he wakes up.