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

Jia Heiyu was awakened by a bone-chilling cold and excruciating pain.

Consciousness was like being submerged in a cold, murky swamp, struggling to rise little by little.

The moment he regained consciousness, he felt the pain and coldness of being tightly bound by iron chains.

I struggled to open my eyes, and my vision was blurred for a moment before it became focused.

The scene before me was gloomy and dark. The sky was terribly overcast, with thick, dark clouds hanging low. There was no moonlight, only the eerie, flickering green flames in the distance.

Scattered around, they vaguely illuminated an eerie space.

This place no longer looks like a deserted garden.

The surrounding area was shadowy, with twisted pavilions and towers resembling menacing beasts.

The buildings are uneven, dilapidated and crooked, with vague words like "City of the Wrongfully Dead," "Mirror of Retribution," and "Bridge of Helplessness" still faintly visible on them.

A chilling wind blew, causing the green flames to flicker and stretch the ghostly building projections long, transforming them into all sorts of grotesque shapes.

The air was filled with the acrid smell of burning paper money and a rotten, chilling atmosphere.

And he, Jia Heiyu, was bound from head to toe with thick, cold iron chains, like a pig waiting to be slaughtered.

He knelt on a cold stone slab with blurry patterns carved into it.

The other end of the chain disappeared into the thick darkness behind them, its destination unknown.

"Where am I...? Could it be... that I've really been lured to the underworld... the City of the Unjustly Dead?!"

His teeth chattered, and boundless fear gripped his heart instantly, a hundred times more intense than any previous fright!

He tried to struggle, but the chains rattled and tightened, making his skin ache and almost suffocating him.

At the very front, several tall figures could be vaguely seen, scattered indistinctly on the left and right sides of the high platform.

A dark figure wearing a flowing crown sat majestically behind a high platform, coldly looking down at him.

Several dark figures were nearby, some of whom seemed to be wearing pointed hats, and others whose heads did not look human, but rather like cows or horses.

Jia Heiyu's heart skipped a beat. Could this be Yama, the Black and White Impermanence, Ox-Head and Horse-Face, and all the ghost messengers?

"Jia—Black—Fish—"

An aged, cold, and majestic voice, as if it contained the grinding of gravel, suddenly rang out from all directions.

The echo reverberated through the eerie space.

The source of the sound was indistinguishable; it seemed as if the entire "City of the Wrongfully Dead" was speaking at the same time.

Jia Heiyu trembled with fright, his eyes darting around in terror, only to see flickering will-o'-the-wisps and ghostly figures all around him.

"Your sins are as heavy as the sea!"

From another direction, a sharper voice rang out, also echoing.

"Bullying the weak, driving people to their deaths! Seizing people's property, raping other men's wives and daughters! Every single one of these acts is clearly reflected in the mirror of karma!"

"No...no...I'm a scoundrel..."

Jia Heiyu instinctively wanted to defend himself, but his tongue was tied in fear, and his voice trembled so much that he couldn't utter a word.

"Still dare to argue?!" The previously aged voice suddenly became stern, like a thunderclap in one's ears.

"When you drove Widow Wang and her in-laws on East Street to their deaths, did you feel even a shred of pity?"

"When you extorted money from Chen the blacksmith in South Alley, causing his family to be ruined and killed, did you ever feel a shred of remorse?"

"When you colluded with Mei Liangxin to falsely accuse innocent people and distort the truth, did you ever consider that justice will prevail?!"

Every question was like a heavy hammer, striking Jia Heiyu's heart hard.

Those he thought he had long forgotten, or those he had never taken seriously before, were dug up one by one in a bloody manner and put to public trial in this gloomy and terrifying place.

He could almost feel countless "eyes" coldly watching him from the distorted shadows of the surrounding buildings.

The resentment of those he harmed seems to have gathered here.

"I...I know I'm guilty! I really know I'm guilty!" Jia Heiyu broke down, tears streaming down his face.

His head was desperately trying to bang against the ground, but he was bound by chains and could only make strange gestures, pleading, "King Yama, spare me! King Yama, spare me! Please, King Yama, have mercy!"

"snort!"

The shrill voice sneered, "The laws of the mortal realm cannot punish you, nor can the ironclad laws of the underworld."

"According to your sins, your soul shall be immediately taken away and cast into the eighteen levels of hell, where you will be subjected to mountains of knives, seas of fire, cauldrons of boiling oil, and copper pillars."

"He will be punished for a thousand years, never to be reincarnated!"

May he never be reincarnated! A copper pillar in a cauldron of boiling oil! Jia Heiyu was so frightened he almost fainted again.

The voice paused slightly, as if checking something.

The voice rang out again, still cold, but seemingly with a hint of consideration.

"However... considering that your lifespan has not yet ended, and there are still some records in the register..."

Jia Heiyu seemed to hear a rustling sound as if the Book of Life and Death was being turned over.

A faint hope suddenly arose in his heart, and he pricked up his ears.

"Hmph!" The voice suddenly turned fierce. "Your death sentence may be temporarily suspended, but you cannot escape punishment! Your sins must be repaid with your lifespan!"

"Your judgment is now—you are deprived of thirty years of your lifespan to atone for part of your blood debt! For now, you will be spared your remaining life to atone for your sins in the mortal realm!"

Depriving someone of thirty years of their lifespan?!

Upon hearing the verdict, Jia Heiyu was struck dumb, his vision went black, and he collapsed.

Thirty years! He's thirty-five this year, so another thirty years of deprivation...

Does that mean he only has a few years left to live?! And even those few years will be a period of "crippled life"?!

"No...no...please have mercy, King Yama!" He didn't want to go to hell so soon, so he immediately started crying out.

"Shut up!" the voice said impatiently. "If you dare to say another word, you will be cast into the Hell of Tongue-Pulling and suffer the torment of having your tongue pulled out for eternity."

Jia Heiyu's wailing was instantly choked up, leaving only suppressed sobs.

He was used to being a rogue and scoundrel in the mortal world, and he wanted to do the same thing in the underworld, but he forgot that no one here was afraid of him, and no one would tolerate him.

"Don't think this is the end of it!" The aged voice rang out again, carrying an undeniable authority.

"Your sins are heinous and incorrigible! Yama has already branded you with a 'Soul-Chasing Order'! This is the mark of the underworld, proclaiming that you are condemned to sin!"

"From this day forward, you must repent and reform yourself in the mortal world, do good deeds and accumulate merit to atone for your sins! If you commit another offense, your atonement will not be sufficient when your lifespan ends..."

The voice paused, then grew even colder: "Those guilty of multiple crimes will be punished together, thrown into the hell of boiling oil, and repeatedly tormented until their souls are completely destroyed!"

"And the path to reincarnation is severed, leaving them forever as lonely ghosts, suffering endless torment from wind and sun, and the bites of insects and ants!"

Jia Heiyu was terrified upon hearing this. A boiling oil hell! His soul would be scattered! He would never be reincarnated!

Each word was like an icicle frozen for ten thousand years, piercing through his last shred of hope.

He didn't even dare to cry out loud, crawling on the ground like a mangy dog, making mumbled promises.

"I won't dare again, I won't dare again, I'll never dare again... I'll definitely atone for my sins... and accumulate good deeds..."

A pale figure silently "floated" in front of him.

It was none other than the White Impermanence, wielding a mourning staff, his face ashen and bleeding!