After transmigrating, he supported his family by working at a garbage dump.

"Father, let's scare him."

Xu Zhuzhu whispered in Xu Wenjie's ear.

Xu Wenjie smiled and narrowed his eyes, watching his daughter rubbing her fists together. Without hesitation, he nodded, as he had the same idea.

However, some preparations still need to be made.

Xu Wenjie's bright eyes turned to the bag of flour piled in the corner. Xu Zhuzhu immediately understood what her father meant.

She ran up to the flour sack, grabbed a handful of flour, and slapped it on her father's and her own faces several times.

The father and daughter's once vibrant faces turned deathly pale instantly after being covered in flour.

Zhang He, who was standing to the side, also saw through the father and daughter's intentions and covered her mouth to laugh. She then gave another suggestion, "Let your hair down to make it look more like theirs."

The father and daughter suddenly realized that they had forgotten about this point.

Taking Zhang He's advice, I let my hair down and messed it up, which made it even more terrifying.

Even though it was late at night, Zhang He felt a little creeped out by the sight and quickly turned her face away.

Seeing the father and daughter working together, and with Xu Zhuzhu also present, Zhang He wasn't worried this time; on the contrary, she was somewhat looking forward to it.

Xu An offered to go along, but Xu Wenjie stopped him. Xu Zhuzhu didn't have the energy to take two people with her, and told him to take good care of Zhang He.

Upon hearing this, Xu An had no choice but to give up and obediently stay in the room with Zhang He.

At this point, the person outside kicked the door several times but couldn't open it, so he became even more arrogant. He found a stick somewhere and turned around to pry open the newly repaired window.

The noise grew louder and louder.

Xu Zhuzhu took her father's hand, and with the added boost of the flour, she looked at him with a smug, almost delirious smile.

Seeing this, Xu Wenjie's face stiffened, his lips twitched slightly, but he ultimately said nothing. He silently nodded, indicating that it was okay.

Xu Zhuzhu then focused her mind and silently recited the mantra. In the blink of an eye, the two of them flashed into the courtyard.

In the courtyard, Zhang Xiaolin was intently prying open the window with a stick, completely unaware of Xu Wenjie and Xu Zhuzhu standing expressionlessly behind him.

Xu Zhuzhu looked up at her father and smiled teasingly.

Xu Wenjie pinched her flour-covered face, signaling her to adjust her expression. Once Xu Zhuzhu's face turned cold, Xu Wenjie made another gesture.

He picked up a pebble and threw it behind Zhang Xiaolin. The pebble landed at Zhang Xiaolin's feet.

At this moment, Zhang Xiaolin was so focused on getting something into the house that he didn't notice the movement at his feet and didn't react at all.

Xu Zhuzhu pondered for a moment, then grabbed a handful of snow and, with her father, tiptoed behind Zhang Xiaolin. She gestured to her father, instructing him to blow cold air onto the back of Zhang Xiaolin's neck through the snow.

Xu Wenjie immediately understood and took the snowball, blowing on it.

Zhang Xiaolin, who was busy at work, paused noticeably. Seeing this, Xu Zhuzhu immediately took her father and ran to the garbage station.

Feeling a chill run down the back of his neck, Zhang Xiaolin turned around abruptly and hurriedly looked around with the torch in his hand.

Under the moonlight, the courtyard was quiet, even the wind was very gentle, and there was no one around.

Fear welled up in his heart, but his inner greed made him unwilling to give up.

Thinking of this, he spat and muttered:

"What storms haven't I weathered? I wasn't scared out of my wits back then, so what's there to be afraid of now, it's just handling something from a dead person?"

She comforted him, saying it was just the wind and he shouldn't scare himself.

So, emboldened by this, he continued what he was doing, but looking at the sturdy window, he couldn't help but curse Li Quanfu again, hurling the most offensive insults at him.

Zhang He, listening from inside the room, turned ashen with anger. He felt truly sorry for Li Quanfu, who had been implicated for no reason.

No sooner had Zhang Xiaolin finished cursing than the window was pried open with a "crack" sound, as he pried open two wooden strips.

Seeing this, he grinned, a triumphant smile playing on his lips.

"Damn it, at least it's loosened up a bit."

Zhang He, who was inside the room, felt a sudden jolt of nervousness.

She frowned and held Xu An tightly. Although she still believed in her husband, she couldn't help but worry when the moment came.

Xu An gently comforted her, "Mother, don't be afraid."

Zhang He smiled gently; she wasn't afraid.

Seeing that it was almost time, Xu Zhuzhu, who was at the garbage station, quickly led her father into the yard.

The father and daughter repeated what they had just done.

After blowing a sharp puff of cold air onto the back of Zhang Xiaolin's neck, he immediately disappeared.

Zhang Xiaolin, who had just been filled with fighting spirit and was very excited, was suddenly startled by the cold air, his heart leaped into his throat, and he froze.

He swallowed hard, steadied himself, and stiffly turned his head.

Just as he expected, there was nothing there.

But twice in a row, could the wind really blow specifically towards the back of his neck?

When people are afraid, they tend to overthink.

At that moment, he suddenly remembered the scene described by the young men during the day.

Blood everywhere, intestines and internal organs spilled out...

Panic ensued; he had heard that Xu Wenjie's family hadn't even been properly buried.

He felt a chill run down his spine.

His face was pale, and he muttered, "It wasn't me who harmed you. You were just unlucky to be eaten by wolves. It has nothing to do with me."

He clasped his hands together and murmured to himself, "I just wanted to borrow your ancestral recipe for a while, since you won't need it after you die... When I make a lot of money, I will definitely build you a grave and erect a monument, and I will burn incense and money for you every year..."

Xu Zhuzhu and her father didn't hear these words, but Zhang He, who was inside the house, did and instantly understood Zhang Xiaolin's actions.

So that's what they were planning!

As Zhang Xiaolin spoke, he knelt down on the ground again. However, he had excellent eyesight and quickly noticed a line of footprints on the ground. He leaned closer to examine them carefully and saw two kinds of footprints, one large and one small.

My heart skipped a beat; these couldn't possibly not be his footprints!

Just then, Xu Zhuzhu and Xu Wenjie suddenly appeared behind Zhang Xiaolin. Seeing him engrossed in something, they asked curiously:

"What are you looking at?"

The voice was cold and eerie, accompanied by a child's giggling laughter.

Zhang Xiaolin shuddered. He turned around abruptly and saw that Xu Wenjie and his daughter Xu Zhuzhu were standing silently behind him, even though there had been no one there before.

Under the cover of night, the father and daughter were disheveled, their faces growing paler. Xu Wenjie, in particular, was smiling slightly, and his cold eyes, combined with Xu Zhuzhu's laughter, made him appear even more eerie.

"A ghost!"

Zhang Xiaolin screamed sharply.

He instinctively wanted to back away, but his trembling legs wouldn't obey him, so he had to use his hands to support himself as he crawled backward.

"Every wrong has its perpetrator, every debt its debtor. I didn't do it, it has nothing to do with me, I didn't take anything..."

Seeing Zhang Xiaolin's disheveled appearance, Xu Zhuzhu chuckled and then led her father to move in front of Zhang Xiaolin.

With his eyes closed, Zhang Xiaolin, whose seven souls had been separated from his body, crawled forward with great difficulty. He finally managed to crawl a little further when he suddenly grabbed a pair of shoes. When he looked up, he saw Xu Wenjie and his daughter's pale faces again.

Xu Wenjie gave a cold smile at that moment, "What are you doing grabbing my shoe?"

Especially Xu Zhuzhu, who was standing to the side, stuck out her tongue and rolled her eyes.

"what--"

Zhang Xiaolin was so frightened that he was terrified. As if he had been electrocuted, he suddenly bounced backward, scrambling and crawling away without looking back.

Just as they disappeared from the father and daughter's sight, another shrill scream came from the backyard. Xu Zhuzhu and Xu Wenjie exchanged a glance, remembered the animal traps in the backyard, and immediately understood.

It can’t be that tragic, right?

The father and daughter slipped into the backyard. Under the moonlight, on the desolate snow-covered ground, they saw Zhang Xiaolin limping and crawling towards the village.

Oh open?

Xu Zhuzhu looked at the figure and couldn't help but laugh. This was truly reaping what you sow. She looked up at her father.

Xu Wenjie watched the figure gradually disappear, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes...