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

Lai Qi lay on the ground, his face buried in the cold soil and grass, tears mixed with snot flowing silently down his face.

This wasn't an accident, nor were they unlucky or possessed.

It's retribution!

They committed too many evil deeds in the past, those victims they bullied, the women they harassed, and the families they drove to desperation...

All the resentment and sins that had accumulated tonight have transformed into an omnipresent terror in this garden, coming at you all at once.

They must be taken to the underworld and made to pay with their lives.

"Waaah...waaah..."

He began to sob quietly, his body curled up in fear and remorse.

But it was too late, everything was too late.

This belated realization and regret seem utterly pale and powerless in the desolate garden at night, where will-o'-the-wisps flicker and companions are scattered.

It won't bring them any forgiveness, nor will it change their current desperate situation.

He could only hide in the grass like a frightened quail, awaiting his unknown fate.

He was on edge, every nerve screaming, begging God to let him off this time.

If God spares his life and allows him to live until dawn, he will immediately leave Peach Blossom Town and never return in this lifetime.

Just as Lai Qi was praying silently, something gently patted his back.

The touch was cold, light, yet very real.

It didn't look like a human hand; it looked more like a rag soaked in ice water, or... something else entirely.

Lai Qi's body stiffened abruptly, as if his blood had frozen instantly.

coming!

That thing eventually found him!

Is it the grim reaper who takes souls? Is it a vengeful ghost seeking death? Or is it that hopping, jumping white figure shouting, "Give me back my life!"

The extreme fear within him instantly overwhelmed all his senses.

Run? But he can't even get up in his current state, how can he run?

Shout? He dared not.

Hit him? He was so scared that his hands and feet went weak, and he didn't even have the strength to lift his hand.

What to do? What to do?!

He wanted to turn around and see what was behind him, but he didn't dare.

He could even feel that cold hand still on his back, not being removed.

Perhaps the next moment, that hand will tighten and snap his spine, or...

They dragged him straight into the deeper, endless darkness...

What should I do? What can he do? Can someone teach him?

Beg for mercy? Like Boss Jia? But even Boss Jia begged for mercy, and he still got his soul stolen.

Playing dead?

Yeah! Maybe ghosts don't eat the dead?

The thought flashed through his mind like a lifeline. He remembered that the thing had left after the third and fifth brothers had fainted.

Perhaps, as long as he doesn't move or breathe, maybe...maybe that thing will think he's dead and leave.

That's it, this might be his last chance of survival!

Lai Qi used the last bit of willpower to control his trembling body, trying to relax and let himself slump in the grass like a real corpse.

He held his breath, but his heart pounded like a drum in the dead silence, making his eardrums ache.

Time seemed to freeze at that moment, and every second felt like an eternity.

Lai Qi lay motionless like a stone, clinging to the depths of the cold grass. He used all his senses to detect the slightest movement around him.

Thorns pierced his flesh, and the stench of earth and rotting grass filled his nostrils, but he could no longer perceive any of it.

He closed his eyes tightly, praying repeatedly in his heart: Let me go, let me go, whatever you are, go away, go away...

The cold hand lingered on his back for a few moments, as if confirming something.

Then, slowly, with a chilling sense of scrutiny, it moved away.

Waiting in extreme fear always feels like an agonizing ordeal.

A minute passed? Two minutes? Or longer? Lai Qi didn't know.

He felt a burning pain in his lungs from holding his breath, and his head began to spin.

But he dared not relax; what if that thing hadn't left yet and was watching from the side?

However, no.

There was no sound from the surroundings.

The only sounds were the rustling of the wind through the grass and the occasional cry of an owl in the distance.

Perhaps that thing really left? Seeing that he was "dead," it got bored and went to find another target?

This idea was like a glimmer of light in the darkness.

His stiff body slowly relaxed, and he inhaled a little of the earthy air beneath him.

I turned my stiff neck slightly and looked to the left. There was nothing there, only wild grass swaying in the wind and the shadow of a dilapidated wall in the distance.

Moving my gaze to the right, all I saw was weeds, nothing else.

Within sight, it was completely empty; there was nothing there. No white shadows, no ghostly messengers, no drifting paper figures.

See, his prayers worked; the thing really left.

The tension in Lai Qi's heart suddenly eased!

A wave of exhaustion from surviving a disaster and an indescribable sense of relief washed over him, almost making him collapse.

He quietly exhaled a breath he had been holding in for too long.

That's great! He can live! He seems to be able to live, as long as he can get through tonight...

The thought had just flashed through my mind—

Looking up, he saw a pale, ethereal shadow crouching in the grass less than two feet in front of him, like a ghost!

The pale moonlight outlined the blurry silhouette of the white figure—

It has no feet, and its wide sleeves and hem move automatically even without wind.

The blurry "face" of the white figure seemed to be "lowered" towards him.

"!!!"

Lai Qi's heart, which had just settled back into his stomach and was just beginning to feel a sense of relief, was suddenly gripped by an invisible hand and jumped into his throat!

Then, it was crushed even more violently!

That night, his heart felt like it was being repeatedly fried in a pan of oil, going up and down, enduring countless extreme shocks of fear.

Fright, running away, witnessing the tragic fate of their companions, despair, feigning death, a stroke of luck...

They had just relaxed for a moment, thinking they had finally seen hope.

He was immediately confronted with a horrific scene without any warning, which successfully shattered his last shred of reason.

He couldn't even let out a short scream.

The pupils, widened to their limit, reflected that deathly white color before quickly dissipating.

His body convulsed violently a few times, then went completely limp.

His head tilted to the side, and a little white foam came out of the corner of his mouth.

Lai Qi, a notorious thug in the Black Fish Gang known for his ruthlessness and shamelessness, was finally scared unconscious in this desolate garden overgrown with weeds.

No, he was temporarily scared to death.

The white ghostly figure was none other than Zhang Wanfu, draped in a white veil and nimbly agile.

He hovered quietly in place for a while, making sure that Lai Qi had completely stopped moving.

Only then did a satisfied smile appear on his face, and with eerie steps, he disappeared into the deeper darkness.

Great, another one has been scared to death, making it three now.

This will give him plenty of bragging rights in front of Liu Songnian.

Now only the one tied to the tree is still alive.