Reborn, the daughter of the Marquisate went crazy

The sky was setting, and dusk was creeping in. The two of them quietly arrived at the Anding County Charity Cemetery. Xie Qingli motioned for Leng Shuang to meet him outside, while he leaped over the courtyard wall with a deft, cat-like agility, landing on the morgue's beams.

She had just held her breath when the door of the morgue was pushed open. A steward holding a lantern bowed and nodded as he led Xie Jingyuan to the bier in the corner and said respectfully, "Sir, this is..." As he spoke, he lifted the white cloth to reveal the shriveled corpse underneath.

Xie Jingyuan slowly leaned over. Under the dim light, the skeleton in front of him, covered only with a layer of bluish-gray flesh, gradually overlapped with the high-spirited face of that year.

"This... is indeed my cousin." Xie Jingyuan's voice trembled, and he pinched his fingers into his palms to barely suppress the corners of his mouth that were curling up. He turned his face away in feigned sorrow, but in the shadows, a smile crept into the corners of his eyes.

"Thank you, sir." He placed a bag of silver on the wooden board next to the body, and his voice regained some composure: "I want to send my cousin back to his hometown for burial."

The steward took two steps back in fear and trepidation, waving his hands repeatedly and saying, "Excuse me, sir. I will go and handle the formalities for you right away."

Xie Jingyuan took the body and immediately turned back towards Shengjing City. When he reached the city gate, he did not enter, but turned around and drove towards the barren mountains in the southern suburbs.

As dusk fell, the barren mountain gradually revealed its ferocious outline like a dormant beast.

The mountain road was rugged and the carriage could no longer move forward. Xie Jingyuan ordered Zhao Lu and another servant to lift the body and follow him into the depths of the forest.

Soon, the three of them arrived at a mass grave on the mountainside. The forest was gloomy and dark, with a few withered trees standing like ghosts among the graves. Broken monuments and tablets were half-buried in the loess. Occasionally, a jackdaw's hoarse cry pierced the dead silence.

Xie Qingli and Leng Shuang hid in the shadows, holding their breath and concentrating. They saw Xie Jingyuan stop, and Zhao Lu and the servant hurriedly dropped the body. Xie Jingyuan whispered a few words, and the two men obediently retreated several feet away.

It was quiet all around, with only the night wind blowing through the dead branches, making a slight whimper.

Xie Jingyuan slowly squatted down and picked up a sharp, angular stone from the ground. He stared at the corpse, a low laugh escaping his throat, his voice filled with twisted pleasure. "What's the point of being called a child prodigy? What's the point of being a world-class literary talent? You're just a clueless fool, manipulated by me like a puppet... Being my stepping stone is the greatest blessing of your life!"

He suddenly raised his hand and smashed the stone into the corpse's already stiff chest, gritting his teeth and saying, "You will be a lonely ghost here forever!"

Suddenly, as if remembering something extremely amusing, he chuckled softly, "Oh... Oh, by the way, your troublesome mother has become a wandering ghost. In these desolate mountains and wildernesses, maybe... you and your son can still be reunited?!"

He stood up suddenly and kicked the corpse several times, each kick filled with deep hatred. Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of several dim lights in the dark woods opposite, approaching silently.

Xie Jingyuan was shocked. The mountains had been blocked by heavy snow for days. It must be that the hungry wolves in the mountains couldn't find food, so they ventured out of the mountains to look for food.

He stumbled back a few steps, his eyes flickering between the corpse and the wolves, and suddenly a sinister smile appeared on his face. "Being buried in the wolves' belly... is much better than being left exposed in the wilderness! Humph, Xie Jingcheng, even if you die, you must protect me from disaster. This is God's will!"

Xie Qingli in the dark also held her breath. This scene brought back painful memories of her previous life when her body was torn apart by hyenas.

Seeing that Xie Jingyuan had escaped several feet away, she quickly took out a packet of medicine powder from her sleeve and stuffed it into Leng Shuang's ear, whispering in her ear: "Sprinkle it on the corpse, and then climb the tree." Before she finished speaking, she flew out like a flash of lightning.

"Ghost! There's a ghost!" When Xie Jingyuan and the other two turned around, they saw a dark shadow darting through the air, its clothes fluttering like a ghost seeking revenge. The servant was so frightened that his legs went weak and he collapsed to the ground.

As Xie Qingli passed overhead, she pulled out another kind of medicinal powder from her bosom and sprinkled it on the three of them. She landed lightly on an ancient pine tree, a sneer curling her lips as she waited for the show to begin.

In a matter of seconds, the wolves were close. They crouched low, surrounding the corpse, their nostrils flaring but hesitant to bite. Suddenly, the leading wolf raised its head and let out a long howl. The wolves all turned in unison, running towards Xie Jingyuan and the other two!

Zhao Lu grabbed the limp servant and used his other hand to protect Xie Jingyuan. The three of them stumbled and fled out of the mountain. The wolves behind them were getting closer and closer. A ferocious wolf suddenly leaped into the air and stabbed its white fangs into Xie Jingyuan's ankle!

Xie Jingyuan screamed like a pig being slaughtered, and despite the severe pain he still managed to curse: "You evil beast! Why do you provoke the Marquis when you have a ready-made dead body to eat!" He raised his other foot and kicked the wolf's head fiercely, and the sole of his boot was covered with wolf hair and blood.

In a flash, Zhao Lu's eyes flashed coldly. He drew the dagger from his waist and, without hesitation, slashed at the neck of the limp servant. Blood gushed out like a fountain as the blade passed.

Zhao Lu used all his strength to kick the boy with his leg, sending the boy's body flying towards the wolves like a rag. The strong smell of blood spread through the forest, and the wolves immediately became agitated.

Zhao Lu turned and swung his knife at the hungry wolf that was biting Xie Jingyuan. The wolf loosened its grip in pain, baring its fangs and growling, but ultimately it couldn't resist the temptation of fresh flesh and blood, and turned to pounce on the still warm corpse of the servant.

Xie Jingyuan sat slumped in a pool of blood, his face as pale as paper.

Zhao Lu hurriedly pulled off the silk belt around his waist, tied up the bleeding wound on his ankle with a few strokes, and then lit a tinderbox with trembling hands. He carried Xie Jingyuan on his back with great effort and fled out of the mountain with one step forward and one step back.

Leng Shuang's figure was as swift as a swallow, and in a few leaps and bounds she had landed beside Xie Qingli. She watched the two retreating figures and lowered her voice, "Miss, are you just going to let him go? If we kill him now, it must be a flawless plan, one that even the authorities wouldn't be able to find."

Xie Qingli shook his head slightly and said calmly, "It's too easy for him to die so easily, isn't it?"

She wanted him to watch helplessly as everything he had painstakingly built crumbled, his reputation ruined, his reputation spurned by the world, and then be torn to pieces. She wanted him to experience all the pain his grandfather and eldest brother had endured in their previous lives!

Xie Qingli looked up at the darkening sky and whispered, "It's getting late. The city gates will be closed soon. We must set off immediately."

She paused, then looked back at the corpse that had been abused by Xie Jingyuan, a trace of guilt flashing in her eyes: "Although he is a stranger, he suffered such misfortune because of me. Let's find a good feng shui place and bury him properly!"

"As you command!" Leng Shuang responded swiftly, raising his hand and firing a red flare into the air. Before the sound of the flare had even died down, the two of them had already swept towards the tethered area in the woods like light smoke.

Soon, several dark figures quietly arrived. They lifted the corpse with swift movements and quickly disappeared into the dusk. Only the rustling sound of the cold wind through the wild grass remained...