I want to die!

The year after the New Year, on the seventh day after Li Yingcai's death.

The rain on the mountain has just stopped.

Li Ziqing walked step by step up the damp, muddy path towards the mountainside. Her feet slipped frequently, and her shoes got covered in mud, but she didn't care.

Finally, we stopped in front of two closely spaced graves halfway up the mountain.

One is newer, the other is older.

The grass on Li Xuanqing's grave is already very tall, while Li Yingcai's grave is still bare.

Li Ziqing squatted down at the grave and took out the items from the basket one by one: a dish of peanuts, a dish of pickled radishes, a pot of wine, and two bowls.

She squatted alone by the grave, pouring wine. The wind blew from the mountain valley, making the grass on the grave rustle.

When I looked down, I saw something sticking out of the soil of the old grave.

It's rusty, thin, half buried in the soil and half sticking out.

It was a nail that had been stuck in Li Xuanqing's forehead ten years ago.

Later, the nail was removed, and Zhang kept it, but at some point it was also buried in the grave.

Li Ziqing gripped the longevity nail tightly in her hand, her knuckles turning white.

When her biological father, Li Yingcai, returned home, she saw her mother, Zhang, smiling. She hesitated for a moment, thinking that living a simple life as a family of three in her hometown wouldn't be bad.

This was a complete family she had never had in her previous life... though she only had a few days in this life.

"Big brother, father."

"I should go now. There's just one thing I haven't taken care of if I stay here."

She didn't say what it was about.

He simply stood up, patted the mud off his knees, and picked up the basket.

After taking only a few steps, he stopped again.

Two burly men stood on the mountain path, with knives at their waists, their arms crossed, staring intently at her.

Seeing her turn around, they flanked her from both sides.

"Is she a girl from the Li family? Li Ziqing?"

Li Ziqing did not reply.

The man on the left grinned: "If you're not going to talk, then that's it."

"There's no need to go down the mountain; this is a perfect opportunity to reunite your family."

Li Ziqing remained calm and said indifferently:

"The third son of the Zhao family, hired by Zhao Weiming?"

"Not saying anything? That's it then."

The two exchanged a glance, drew their swords, and sneered:

"Fine, let's see if your words are sharper or my knife is sharper."

Li Ziqing stood still, letting the two men flank her from both sides, blocking her way.

She simply raised her hand slowly and pointed to the two graves behind her.

"Do you know whose grave it is?" she asked.

"That old one belongs to Li Xuanqing, the righteous bandit who robbed grain ten years ago."

The two of them were visibly taken aback.

"That new one belongs to Li Yingcai, who just wiped out the entire Zhao Shan family in town."

Li Ziqing stared at the two men expressionlessly, her double pupils as deep and unfathomable as a well.

"Try to guess who I, Li Ziqing, am."

Having no weapons on her, she could only pick up the coffin nail in front of the grave and hold it in her hand.

The two thugs, hired to kill, couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat and instinctively took a half-step back.

Having spent half her life in the military and now living a second life, she has countless lives on her hands.

Time was on her side. Retracing her path of cultivation, she encountered no more hardships than in her previous life. With each passing day, she grew stronger until she fully reclaimed the power she had gained in her past life.

..................................

Inside Qingshui County.

Zhao San, Zhao Weiming, was sitting opposite his uncle Zhao Shun at the Eight Immortals Table.

"Uncle, this is a toast to you." Zhao San stood up, raised his glass, and smiled with narrowed eyes.

"Without your help, Uncle, I wouldn't be where I am today. I'm afraid I would have died on that night of the massacre."

The window was open, and the wind carried the shouts of newsboys selling newspapers.

"They're still shouting and spreading the word. It's been so many days since that eunuch incident happened, the newspapers are really going crazy selling it."

"Li Yingcai's name is probably known throughout the entire county."

Zhao Weiming put down his wine glass, leaned back in his chair, and couldn't hide the smile on his face.

"Uncle, things on the mountain should be almost done," he said with a smile.

Zhao Weiming did not move back to the Zhao family residence in Baxiang Town.

Firstly, the house is now empty, too spacious and eerie.

Secondly, he could follow his uncle Zhao Shun and learn some proper business skills.

Zhao Shanren died too soon, without leaving a will or entrusting his son to anyone. Zhao Sanke is not yet ready to take over.

He usually spends his days eating, drinking, and having fun, and he only has a superficial understanding of the family business, not even as much as his uncle Zhao Shun in front of him.

He has learned quite a bit in the past few days.

For example, the thugs he hired were contacted through his uncle Zhao Shun.

"They're two seasoned veterans from the mountain bandits, Chuanshanfeng. They'll naturally handle this kind of small matter properly," Uncle Zhao Shun asked casually.

"I wonder how my dear nephew plans to repay me?"

Zhao Weiming was taken aback. Just as he was about to speak, the wine glass slipped from his hand and shattered on the floor with a loud crack.

He got up to pick it up, but suddenly his vision went black, the world spun around him, and he could barely stand up straight.

"Uncle, what did you put in the wine?" He looked at Zhao Shun, who was sitting at the table with a blank expression, in surprise, and slowly realized what had happened.

Zhao Shun stood up and looked down at him.

"When your father started out, I lent him a hundred taels of silver," Zhao Shun said calmly. "He paid it back later. But he forgot that I was entitled to a share of that hundred taels."

"But he shouldn't have died so young. Now that he's gone, who will pay the debts?"

Zhao Weiming's pupils contracted.

"Uncle, I don't know anything about those businesses. If you want it, you can take it."

"What are you going to give me?" Zhao Shun smiled faintly. "You don't even know where your own land is. How can I talk business with you?"

Zhao Weiming opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

"Don't worry."

"I will give you a dignified funeral. Forcible people breaking into your home, robbing you of your money and killing you. These days, such things happen all the time, just like the 'mountain wind'."

"I've already taken care of the county magistrate. After the autopsy, he'll grant you a case, so you can go and reunite with your family in peace."

The table was overturned, the teapot shattered on the floor, and the cabinet drawers were opened and messed up.

Zhao Shun carefully arranged for signs of a forced entry into the room, leaving only the corpse on the table before leaving cautiously.

Everything is settled.

Reaching the end of the alley, he paused slightly, glancing nervously at the room's window.

But just then, a lithe female figure leaped and vaulted over the windowsill...

Zhao Shun was stunned for a long time.

He then breathed a sigh of relief, a confident smile spreading across his face.

"A strongman breaking into the house, brilliant!"

He clapped his hands and smiled faintly.

...........................

Underground mirror coffin.

Zhou Xing moved his right hand, tentatively clenching his five fingers into a fist and then loosening them, finally trying to lift it with force.

After several deaths.

His half-arm is now mobile, and he tentatively pushed the mirror of the coffin, but it didn't budge.

His coffin was buried vertically in the ground, and all six sides were mirrors, so for a moment it was impossible to tell which side was the coffin lid...

"I think I can still be saved. Even if I die a few more times, maybe I can use these hands to get out of this mirror coffin."

Rating: B

[You can choose one of the following gifts from the deceased as an additional initial ability for your next soul-possessed person who died a violent death]

[Chrysanthemum Manual - Level Two (Green)]: Inherited from Li Yingcai's ten years of Chrysanthemum Manual cultivation. A secret court martial art known for its speed, said to have been created by a eunuch from the previous Great Zhou Dynasty. To practice this skill, one must first castrate oneself.

【Celestial Rebirth (Green)】: After years of studying the Chrysanthemum Manual, you have comprehended the wondrous Dao of celestial rebirth and the growth of all things. From then on, your physical body is in harmony with Yin and Yang, making you a natural eunuch. From then on, your cultivation will be twice as effective.

[Rootless Body (Ash)]: Excessive sexual desire leads to disaster; severance is the permanent cure. Eliminate all lustful and delusional thoughts, and guard a clear and bright mind.

Additional benefits:

[Exhibitionist (Blue) → Exhibitionist (Green)]:

When exposed, one enters a berserk state of euphoria, unleashing superhuman strength. The more exposed one is, and the more people one attracts, the stronger the effect.

...................

Zhou Xing estimated that the progression of exhibitionism should be based on his behavior during the part where he transmigrated into Li Yingcai, especially the part where he died at the end.

As for the choice of ability... Zhou Xing pondered for a while and naturally chose Li Yingcai's "Chrysanthemum Manual".

The next moment, he suddenly felt that the body itself had undergone some changes.

He couldn't directly control the corpse, but at this moment he sensed an invisible energy surging in his lower abdomen, specifically in his dantian.

If one were to follow the normal methods of martial arts training, a skill like the Chrysanthemum Manual would necessarily require castration before one could successfully begin practicing it.

However, Zhou Xing had not yet mastered the basics of cultivation. At this moment, he achieved it in one fell swoop and directly advanced to the second level, skipping the initial castration stage, which was a minor bug.

Through the mirror coffin, he can also transfer the power he gained in his original body to the next body as he possesses it.

Regardless of whether the next body is a eunuch or a man, he will be born with two extra layers of power from the "Chrysanthemum Manual".

"This initial setup is great, but I wonder who the next body will be..."

In the layered reflections of the six mirrors, Li Yingcai's illusory image dissipated, and these countless reflections, like countless days and nights before, fell into silence.

I don't know how much time has passed.

From the boundless ignorance, Zhou Xing's consciousness caught a tiny glimmer of light.

For some reason, it gave him a sense of déjà vu.

The moment the thought arose, the tiny point of light in the darkness rapidly magnified.

Amidst the layers of reflections created by the six mirrors, the figure in front of him had changed its appearance.

He looked like a young man in his early twenties, and his appearance seemed familiar... Zhou Xing's heart skipped a beat.

It was Zhao Weiming, the third son of the Zhao family, who was from the Zhao family.

Wait, can a TV series really have this kind of plot?

Zhou Xing quickly came to his senses; the identity of the next body was indeed not randomly drawn.

He hadn't realized this before.

After dying three times, his mental strength had grown considerably stronger than before, and he vaguely sensed this process.

"It wasn't that I randomly encountered Zhao San, but rather that I captured Zhao San's 'residual soul,' so it's possible for me to possess his body?"

In other words, as the number of deaths increases and his mental strength grows, Zhou Xing will be able to choose the body of a stronger being.

Character: Zhao Weiming

Ability: [Danger Intuition (Blue)] A keen instinctive intuition for danger, which has allowed him to escape deadly crises on multiple occasions.

Inherent Abilities: [Exhibitionist (Blue)], [Chrysanthemum Manual - Level 2 (Green)]

Last Wish: [The Avengers]

Your entire family was brutally murdered, and you, the sole survivor, were drugged by your uncle Zhao Shun in an attempt to seize the family fortune.

If you could live your life again, you would vow to take back everything that belongs to you.

He launched a revenge campaign against the remnants of the families of his uncles Zhao Shun and Li Yingcai.

Family Revival

As the last surviving member of the Zhao family in Baxiang Town, you vow to restore the family's glory and make a name for yourself as the head of the Zhao family.

Pursuit: Money, Fame

Yangshou: 7 days

.......................

Alright, alright, is this how you play it? This time you've become the third son of the Zhao family, whom you just wiped out. How about that?

Having been reborn as Zhao Weiming, Zhou Xing decided to just give up and wait for the next body.

But then again, who knows when the next body will be?

For example, when his soul transmigrated into Li Xuanqing's body and into Li's father, Li Yingcai, ten years had actually passed.

Zhao San's dying wish was to seek revenge and restore his family's glory.

But just like what Zhou Xing did when he possessed Li Yingcai's soul....

What he has to do is never to play the role they played in life or repeat the choices they made in life.

"Let's just wash it all up. At worst, we'll just squander all of Zhao Shanren's family fortune."

..............

The mourning hall.

A thin coffin, four white candles, and several stacks of paper money.

Zhao Shun sat beside the coffin, holding three incense sticks in his hand, with several bags of millet beside him, his face filled with sorrow.

"Nephew, don't worry, I will definitely get justice for you." He sighed repeatedly.

"The Li family went too far."

"His father slaughtered his entire family, but you, nephew, are the only one still alive. And it turns out that the daughter he left behind is no pushover either."

"Li Yingcai's seventh day memorial service has just begun, and they're already coming to kill him, to nip him in the bud!"

"Shameless! It's practically spitting fire!"

Zhao Shun stared at the coffin, muttering to himself.

Several yamen runners at the gate were also talking in hushed tones:

"That's an understatement. The Li family is definitely not someone to be trifled with."

"The eldest son in the family dared to rob a grain warehouse ten years ago. The father slaughtered his entire family, and this youngest daughter is the only one left..."

"All three members of the family have ended up in the county prison. I think their ancestral graves are somehow involved in something bad; there isn't a single good person among them."

There were several yamen runners inside and outside the courtyard. Ostensibly, they were sent by the county magistrate to look after the place, but in reality, they were bribed by Zhao Shun.

They were just watching his uncle perform to make him seem loyal and righteous.

It was already completely dark outside.

The streets were quiet, with only the occasional bark of a dog.

Zhao Shun stood up and grabbed a pottery jar that was next to him.

The earthenware jar contains five kinds of grains.

Rice, millet, sorghum, wheat, and beans.

Zhao Shunming appears to be a rice merchant in a county town, but he also has some involvement in shady dealings.

The five grains in the earthenware jar were taken from the granary in the backyard of the rice shop; they were usually stored in five rice bags with yellow paper talismans attached.

These are all the yin rice (a type of rice used for illicit purposes) accumulated over the years.

The last meal a person ate before dying a violent death or leaving no descendants.

Even after a person dies, the food remains; that food contains the breath of the deceased who died with unfulfilled grievances.

He reached out and grabbed a handful of rice grains from the earthenware jar; they felt a slight coolness to the touch.

"My dear nephew, this ration is perfect for your journey."

Zhao Shunhui's underworld technique is called "Five Grains Pressing the Coffin".

According to the customs of the underworld, placing five grains under the coffin is an important part of the funeral rites.

Before the coffin is carried out of the house, a layer of grains must be laid at the bottom of the coffin, symbolizing that the deceased will not go hungry on the journey and will have a bountiful harvest and no worries about food and clothing in the underworld.

Those in the underworld know another meaning: pressing five grains down on the coffin is also a way to suppress the soul.

Good grains are meant to soothe the lingering soul of the deceased, while bad ones...