She was buried alive at the start, but she's determined to smash her ex-husband's head in

On the outskirts of the city, at the foot of the North Mountain.

A man was frantically digging at something in the ground with a hoe. His handsome face was contorted with a terrifying expression, and his bloodshot eyes were even more chilling.

The two people standing to the side shrank their necks and trembled incessantly, feeling that there was an eerie atmosphere around them, as if someone was watching them from the shadows.

As the pit was dug deeper and deeper, Xu Hanzhang finally stopped when the hoe hit something hard. He knelt on the ground and used his hands to clean the mud off the coffin. Then he tried to push the coffin lid, but he couldn't budge it at all.

As if he couldn't believe it, he pushed with all his might, his face turning red, but the coffin lid still didn't budge an inch.

"Lord Xu, what brings you here in the middle of the night? Chen Wu and I buried the lady last night as you instructed..."

Wang Hu felt a chill at the scene before him, while Chen Wu shrank back, wanting to leave.

Xu Hanzhang was like a walking corpse, an empty shell, dazed as if he had lost his soul, with no light in his eyes.

"Did you nail the coffin up?"

Wang Hu nodded, then shook his head: "No, no, no, we followed your instructions and didn't touch the coffin at all. We only laid a thin layer of soil on it. Later, it rained heavily, so Chen Wu and I went to find a place to take shelter from the rain. When we came to check the next morning, the coffin had already been buried. We thought it was you, Lord Xu, who did it."

As soon as Wang Hu finished speaking, Xu Hanzhang fell to the ground in a sorry state.

He reached out and gently stroked the edge of the coffin, tears streaming down his cheeks and falling into the mud. The pain in his heart almost suffocated him.

He was still too late...

"My lord, please accept my condolences. Your wife would not want you to be too sad. Although she has passed away, she will surely be watching over you from heaven."

Chen Wu said, trembling, that he was really scared. He had never done anything sinister like digging up someone's grave in all these years, and he was afraid he would be punished!

Just as Wang Hu was about to offer some words of advice, he saw a shadow fly out of the pit, and then his face was splashed with a warm, fishy-smelling liquid.

His breath caught in his throat. He stared in horror, his eyes wide, and stiffly turned his head, only to see Chen Wu lying on the ground, clutching his neck and covered in blood.

Chen Wu's blood flowed all over the ground and seeped into the soil. The smell of blood mixed with the stench of the soil made him feel nauseous, but fear made him too afraid to make a single move.

“But she shouldn’t have died.” Xu Hanzhang wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes with his fingers and rubbed the bloodstains from the dagger onto Wang Hu’s shoulder, bit by bit.

“I gave you a gold ingot and asked you to do two things: pretend to be buried and stay here. But you failed to do either one and even had her coffin nailed up?”

Wang Hu's legs were trembling, he was covered in cold sweat, and his face was so pale that he almost fainted.

"Yes, it's because last night, the rain was too heavy."

"So, you just abandoned her and ran away?"

Xu Hanzhang simply couldn't imagine the fear and helplessness Yun Ciwan must have felt when she woke up in the pitch-black coffin, struggling but unable to open the lid, and the oxygen slowly running out.

He had planned everything perfectly and could have sent Yun Ciwan away! But last night, the princess summoned him, and he couldn't oversee Yun Ciwan's burial. Who knew that these two people who took the money and didn't do their job would actually run away!

And just like that, Ah Wan suffocated to death in the coffin...

Whenever he thought of this, Xu Hanzhang felt as if his heart was being torn apart bit by bit, bleeding profusely from the pain!

"We didn't mean to! We really didn't mean to! We came right away the next day, we..."

Before he could finish explaining, Xu Hanzhang plunged a knife into his heart, splattering blood all over Xu Hanzhang's face.

Standing at a distance, Lin Qingwei didn't hear their conversation clearly. She just frowned, unable to understand why Xu Hanzhang would kill the two people who buried her alive last night.

Having been reborn, she felt no surprise at seeing the supposedly refined and elegant Scholar Xu ruthlessly kill someone with a swift and decisive stroke of his knife.

She never truly understood Xu Hanzhang, the man she grew up with.

Xu Hanzhang was far more ruthless than he had imagined; he would use everyone around him who could be used to achieve his goals.

He may never have loved her, but in Qingxi Town, she was the most useful person he could get his hands on, which is why he went to great lengths to make her fall in love with him.

Once he left Qingxi Town and saw a wider world, he realized that his daughter, a mere schoolteacher, was no longer of any use to him.

Therefore, he got involved with Zhao Huarong!

Lin Qingwei closed her eyes, and scenes from her past life immediately flashed before her eyes. All the torment and humiliation she had suffered came from these two people. No matter the cost, she would make sure Xu Hanzhang and Zhao Huarong went to hell!

“Awan, I know you don’t like it here. Shall we go somewhere else? Something where she can’t find us.”

Xu Hanzhang pressed his face against the coffin, as if he were holding Yun Ciwan at that moment.

Lin Qingwei felt like vomiting.

He began prying nails off the coffin, attempting to pull Yun Ciwan out of it. Lin Qingwei's heart immediately leaped into her throat.

The coffin contained Miss Lin's body. Even though corpses decompose easily in the summer, Xu Hanzhang was different. He was a very meticulous person and it was impossible for him not to notice that the person inside was not himself.

He absolutely must not find out that I am still alive!

Lin Qingwei looked up at the moon in the sky, silently calculating the time in her mind. She had no choice but to take a gamble!

One nail after another was pried open, the clanging of the nails against the hoe sending chills down Lin Qingwei's spine. She stood motionless behind the tree, clenching her fists.

She had to prepare for the worst. If she had misremembered the time and Xu Hanzhang opened the coffin to find that the person inside wasn't her, she would have no choice but to take a desperate gamble and kill him tonight.

As she approached the last few nails, Lin Qingwei's heart pounded. She forced herself to calm down, pulled the hairpin she had already sharpened from her hair, and held it tightly in her hand.

Xu Hanzhang is unaware that he has been reborn. He only feels fear when he sees himself, and pretends to be affectionate. He knows that as long as she gets close to him, she can kill him when he is off guard...

"What is Mr. Xu doing?"

A voice, tinged with laughter yet chilling, came from behind. Lin Qingwei's reaction was even stronger than Xu Hanzhang's, to the point that she didn't even feel the pain when the sharp hairpin cut her palm.

Hatred immediately overwhelmed Lin Qingwei, her blood began to run cold, and she almost lost control of herself and rushed forward to kill Zhao Huarong!

The humiliation and torment of her past life seemed to reappear, causing her excruciating pain, as if she were being slowly sliced ​​to death.

In the instant she lowered her head, a bright green bead hanging around her neck brought her back to her senses.

Yes, she is no longer Yun Ciwan, whose hands and feet were chopped off by Zhao Huarong and turned into a human pig; she is now Lin Qingwei.