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

Just as Jia Heiyu was so terrified by the chaotic scene before him that his legs went weak and he was completely at a loss—

"Splash... splash..."

A heavy, cold sound, as if from the depths of the underworld, came clearly from the deeper darkness.

The voice was neither fast nor slow, yet it carried an irresistible, soul-piercing pressure; each sound seemed to strike Jia Heiyu's heart.

Illuminated by the flickering, eerie green will-o'-the-wisps around him, he saw two strange figures slowly "floating" out from the shadows of the corridor behind him!

They seemed to have no feet touching the ground; their wide, trailing robes and hems did not sway with their movements like a person walking.

Its body floated smoothly forward.

The one on the left is dressed in a long, jet-black robe and wears a similarly black pointed hat with the four pale characters "天下太平" (Peace Under Heaven) written on it.

His face was a mixture of black and white, white and gray. In a pale, withered hand, he dragged a dark, heavy chain with a sharp hook at the end.

That terrifying "clattering" sound was the sound of the chains dragging across the ground!

The one on the right is dressed in a pale white robe, as white as paper, and also wears a tall white pointed hat with the four black characters "一见生财" (meaning "May you make money at first sight").

His face was deathly pale, and his mouth was stretched almost to his ears. A two- or three-foot-long scarlet tongue hung down in front of his chest.

He held a long mourning stick wrapped with white paper tassels in his hand, which swayed slightly as he moved.

Two shadows, one black and one white, one with a half-smile, the other wailing in mourning.

Against the backdrop of eerie green will-o'-the-wisps, amidst the fluttering paper money and flickering light and shadow.

Like a soul-reaping messenger emerging from the deepest depths of hell, carrying the chilling aura of death and judgment, it silently "slid" up to Jia Heiyu.

Jia Heiyu was utterly terrified; his eyes practically popped out of their sockets!

He opened his mouth wide, but no sound came out of his throat except for a hoarse gasping sound.

It's over! His mind went blank, with only those two words echoing wildly in his head.

It's the Black and White Impermanence!

They are the legendary underworld messengers who specialize in capturing souls and guiding the dead!

They...they really came! They're here to capture him! It must be that the second and fourth brothers have been bewitched, and now it's his turn!

Extreme fear, like an invisible hand, gripped his throat and heart tightly!

He wanted to run, but his body wouldn't obey him; it was as stiff as a stone, and he could only watch helplessly as the two deadly figures drew closer and closer to him.

The empty "eyes" of the Black Impermanence seemed to be locked onto Jia Heiyu.

He slowly raised his other hand, which was withered and white with bluish hair, and pointed it at Jia Heiyu, who was slumped on the ground, terrified and almost losing control of his bladder.

He spoke in a voice that seemed to come from the deepest hell, echoing heavily, and so cold and lifeless that it seemed to come from nowhere.

"Jia-Hei-Yu"

"Hehe, I've found you."

Each word, though soft, struck Jia Heiyu's heart like a cold hammer, making him shudder.

The white-robed impermanence also stopped, its mournful voice like the cry of a night owl.

"Jia Heiyu... your crimes are heinous and utterly wicked. Countless victims in the underworld have been driven to ruin and desperation by you!"

"Tonight, Yama has issued a decree to collect your soul, ordering us to come and seize it, taking it back to the underworld for trial!"

The words "underworld," "soul-reaping," and "trial" struck Jia Heiyu's already fragile nerves like thunderbolts!

All the evil deeds he had committed in the past flashed before his eyes uncontrollably, one after another, like a revolving lantern.

In the village, he stole chickens and dogs and harassed village women. Later, he hung out with local thugs, forcibly taking widows and driving their parents-in-law to hang themselves in resentment.

After arriving in town, they formed gangs, bullied and monopolized the market, extorted money, and turned black into white for a little profit, driving small vendors to ruin and death...

And then there are those who, for money, helped that scoundrel Mei Liangxin frame innocent people, broke their legs, caused an old tofu seller to jump into the river, and a girl to hang herself...

The cries, curses, and desperate eyes of those he had oppressed emerged vividly at this moment.

If you bring that up, he'd probably be deep-fried in the cauldron of oil in the underworld a few times over.

He used to disbelieve in ghosts and spirits, thinking that death was like a lamp going out, with no retribution whatsoever. But now…

But now, with will-o'-the-wisps all around, the Black and White Impermanence are standing right in front of him! And they want to take his soul to the underworld for trial?

The evil deeds he committed are too numerous to count; he himself cannot count them on two hands.

If you really go to the underworld, what good can come of those hells of boiling oil, mountains of knives, and tongue-pulling?

He doesn't need to experience each one a hundred times to be satisfied.

"Thump!"

Jia Heiyu's legs went weak, and he could no longer support himself, so he knelt straight down on the ground.

He kowtowed repeatedly, his forehead slamming hard against the cold, hard ground with a loud "thud," instantly turning bruised and bleeding.

"Ghost messenger, have mercy! Ghost messenger, have mercy!" His voice was hoarse, and tears streamed down his face.

"I know I was wrong! I really know I was wrong! I'll never do it again! Please, please don't take me to the underworld!"

"Don't fry me! I don't want to be boiled in oil, I don't want to climb mountains of knives! I'll burn paper money for you! I'll burn mountains of gold and silver! I'll burn young boys and girls! I just beg you to spare my dog's life!"

His face was covered in tears and snot, he was a complete mess, and there was not a trace of his former domineering boss. He looked like a stray dog ​​wagging its tail and begging for mercy.

The fear of death, and the hellish tortures even more terrifying than death, completely shattered this gang leader who usually bullied others in the market.

But at this moment, as long as one can live, what does it matter if one kowtows and begs like a dog?

Jia Heiyu knelt on the ground and said every bribe he could think of, hoping that the ghost messenger would show leniency.

However, the Black and White Impermanence seemed oblivious to his cries of repentance and continued to "drift" toward him unhurriedly.

The heavy chain with hooks in Black Impermanence's hand had already been dragged to a spot not far from Jia Heiyu.

The cold iron hook at the tip of the chain gleamed in the green firelight, as if it were about to hook his neck at any moment!

"Ah—!!! Don't come any closer! Don't tempt me! I don't want to die! I don't want to be boiled in oil!!!"

Jia Heiyu let out a desperate howl like a dying beast, tears streaming down his face, and scrambled backward, using both hands and feet, looking utterly pathetic.

All that remained in my heart was the most primal, instinctive fear and the will to survive.

As the iron hook of the soul-snatching rope drew ever closer, the cold, inhuman pressure almost suffocated Jia Heiyu.

The heavy clanging of chains, the mournful wailing, and the chilling pronouncement of death.

They wove together an invisible net, trapping him tightly in this terrifying wasteland where will-o'-the-wisps flickered and paper money filled the air.