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

Boundless fear, like a cold tide, relentlessly assaulted Lai Qi's already fragile nerves.

His body was covered in cold sweat, which had soaked through his tattered clothes. The sweat was mixed with blood and dirt, making it sticky and cold.

His breathing became increasingly rapid, his vision blurred intermittently, and his crawling movements became stiff and slow.

How many dead people are buried in this cemetery? They've been sleeping in these graves all along!

Lai Qi's rationality was crumbling little by little, and despair, like cold vines, tightly wrapped around his heart, tightening more and more.

And he was being dragged little by little into the abyss of collapse by this terrifying scene and extreme fear.

The tattered dough ball stuffed in Zhao Si's mouth made him choke and his eyes roll back.

He felt like vomiting, but his mouth was tightly blocked, and he could only make muffled "hoarse" sounds.

The more he struggled, the tighter the rough rope tightened around his neck, so he could only obediently lean against the tree and dare not move an inch.

Zhao Si, having recovered from the lack of oxygen and the shock, weakly opened his eyes.

The pale white paper figure before me swayed in the night wind, like the ghost of a hanged man.

The two patches of blush on her strangely painted face looked as if they were bleeding, and her drawn black eyes stared straight at him.

The wind blew through the paper figure's empty body, making a soft "whooshing" sound, much like a woman's weak sobbing.

Just as despair was setting in, a few wisps of pale green will-o'-the-wisps, carried by the night wind, drifted into the courtyard.

Before Zhao Si could recover from the shock of this eerie sight, more and more ghostly green flames were swept up by the wind and fell into the courtyard, briefly illuminating the surroundings.

Under this cold and eerie light, Zhao Si's eyes began to dart left and right in terror.

Upon seeing this, his blood froze. There was no other "hanging ghost" paper figure around him!

Unbeknownst to him, in the darkness, on the withered tree beside him, on the crumbling wall, among the dense weeds…

There were actually seven or eight paper figures standing, hanging, or leaning against each other in the shadows!

Not far away, under the crooked old locust tree, a paper figure in red was peeking at him from behind the tree, its empty sleeves fluttering in the wind.

The paper doll with her hair in two buns, perched on the wall, seemed to be waving at him with her little hand.

From the waist-high weeds beside him, half a pale, eerie face was vaguely visible, grinning at him.

As the night breeze rustled through the grass, the paper scraps swayed gently, their smiling faces appearing and disappearing in the shadows.

Their expressions varied; some were blank, some were grinning, and some were glaring angrily.

Without exception, the eyes drawn all seemed to be looking in his direction!

"Ugh...ugh!" Zhao Si tried desperately to turn his head, but the rope tightened around his neck even more.

He felt as if he had been thrown into a graveyard, and then, from a distance, he heard Liu Er's distorted, mournful howls.

One moment it was Jia Heiyu's heart-wrenching, utterly desperate pleas for mercy: "Spare me... Lord Ghost Officer, spare me! I'll never dare to do it again!!"

Later, the dog and monkey joined in, making inhuman screams when they were frightened.

Zhao Si's eyes bulged, veins throbbed on his forehead, and cold sweat had already soaked through his undergarments. The icy fabric clung to his skin, sending shivers down his spine.

The sounds drilled into his ears, and mixed with the eerie smiling face of the paper figure in front of him, under the glow of the ghostly fire, burned into Zhao Si's brain like a red-hot iron.

This hellish scene will probably never be erased from Zhao Si's mind in this lifetime.

They will take root, sprout, and grow into a nightmare he will never wake up from every night thereafter.

In fact, the paper money scattered and the bone models placed by Ping An were not so many that they covered the entire abandoned garden.

The sky filled with "ghost fire" paper money and the increasing number of "bones" on the road are all thanks to Liu Songnian and Zhang Wanfu, two kind-hearted old men.

After the two heard about Lin Xiuer's brilliant plan from Liu Ruyan,

Far from finding it ridiculous, they were actually worried that these young people weren't making a big enough fuss or creating an impactful experience.

While they were preparing, the two of them secretly began to take action.

They went to several other paper-making shops in town and bought a lot of paper money, paper figures, and white phosphorus.

However, for more specialized paper offerings like skulls and human bone models, most shops don't have much stock, and they can't keep up with demand.

Looking at the few flimsy paper bones in his hand, Zhang Wanfu thought, how could these fake ones be scary enough?

He gritted his teeth and became fierce.

He left Liu Songnian to look after things, while he himself took advantage of the night to run to the hillside a few miles west of the town, to that real mass grave.

Liu Songnian never expected that this old guy, who usually looked so dignified, would be even more ruthless than him!

But then I thought, to deal with those wicked bastards from the Black Fish Gang, we should use some "real stuff" to scare them out of their wits in one go.

Thus, Zhang Wanfu, the teahouse owner who usually appeared kind, relied on his skills and audacity.

On the edge of the mass grave, I picked up most of the bundles that had been dug out by wild dogs or exposed by wind and rain... and brought back the real stuff.

These real items were thus used as "props" by the two old men and secretly placed along Lai Qi's inevitable escape route.

So, at this moment, as Lai Qi crawls desperately, he encounters and sees all those "hand bones," "foot bones," and "thigh bones" along the way.

Even that rolling "skull" was a real thing that Zhang Wanfu brought back from the mass grave!

These real objects, combined with the cover of night and will-o'-the-wisps, made them even more terrifying!

That night, the two old men were also extremely busy.

They had to be careful to avoid Ping An, this expert, so that he wouldn't discover that they had an extra group of "friendly forces".

They also need to help create more realistic sounds and movements.

What's even more outrageous is that the two of them got into a playful mood and split up to deliver "surprises" to the lone members of the Black Fish Gang.

For example, Dog Five ran around aimlessly, and just as he scrambled into a room to catch his breath.

Suddenly, a white figure silently "stood up" in the room.

Dog Five yelped in fright and turned to run for its life towards the door.

They bumped right into the area that Liu Songnian had just set up for Zhao Si, which was filled with paper figures of various shapes, and this caused Gou Wu to let out a series of wailing screams.

He was terrified himself, and his screams scared the others, including Zhao Si who was tied to the tree.

The two old men hid in the shadows and chased after the group of thugs who usually acted arrogantly and domineeringly, scaring them so much that they wet themselves and cried for their parents. The old men felt extremely satisfied.

He worked even harder than Lin Xiuer, the chief planner.

Monkey Three coughed so hard his lungs felt like they were going to come out, and his vision blurred. He didn't dare go looking for his other companions anymore; judging from their voices, it seemed like something had happened to them.

He collapsed under a pillar in a corridor, panting. Just as he caught his breath, he was startled by Gou Wu's scream.

He was just about to grope his way up and continue his escape.

As soon as I stood up, I saw a pair of pale, small feet wearing embroidered shoes hanging down from the dark corridor beams.