The Soul Reaper used all his self-control to suppress his anger. He gritted his teeth and said, "Drink the Meng Po soup first, and then I'll teach you how to recognize your master."

Seeing his behavior, Rong Jiaojiao knew that he had run out of patience, so she didn't continue to pester him, lest she anger him and he might try to sabotage her reincarnation, which wouldn't be worth it.

After thinking it through, she tilted her head back and drank the Meng Po soup.

Just as she was about to finish drinking, the Soul Reaper's expression changed drastically. He cast a spell into Rong Jiaojiao's soul, and then a white light enveloped her, carrying her to the Rebirth Platform at breakneck speed.

A dozen or so breaths after they left, a man dressed in black robes with a dignified face appeared in the room.

But the life force that had just been sensed had vanished, leaving only a small, damp water stain and a clay bowl spinning around in the water.

Upon arriving at the Rebirth Platform, Rong Jiaojiao didn't even have time to utter a word before the Soul Reaper kicked her into the Rebirth Passage...

Rong Jiaojiao was annoyed. She hadn't even had a chance to ask whether she had died out or become a vegetable in the original world, or whether the unlucky guy who caused her to have her soul taken by mistake was dead...

Meanwhile, the Soul Reaper was standing by the Rebirth Platform, watching Rong Jiaojiao's figure disappear into the Rebirth Passage before finally letting out a sigh of relief.

He knew he had made a huge mistake, but fortunately he had sent Rong Jiaojiao into the reincarnation channel in time, so his superiors should not find out.

He breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and turned to leave.

"Hmph, you little brat, you're getting bolder and bolder." A cold voice rang out behind him.

The Soul Reaper froze, then slowly turned around. He saw the imposing man in black robes standing not far away, his eyes cold.

"Lord Fan..." The soul-reaping messenger was so frightened that he knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly. "I know I was wrong, please spare my life."

The person who came was none other than Lord Fan Wujiu, also known as Black Impermanence.

He snorted coldly, stepped forward, and with a wave of his hand, a beam of light flashed, instantly suppressing the aura emanating from the Soul Reaper.

"You hooked up with the wrong person, and almost made her lose her soul. Do you think a simple admission of wrongdoing will be enough?"

Black Impermanence's voice was deep and majestic. He calculated with his fingers and found that the woman who was to be reincarnated was originally destined to miscarry and have difficulty conceiving in the future. It was only because the girl was reincarnated into her womb that the fate of miscarriage was changed and she did not take up someone else's reincarnation quota that he felt a little better.

"You were lucky this time; her fate was resilient, otherwise there would have been no major problems. However, you must be punished for your dereliction of duty."

The Soul Reaper hung his head in despair, his heart aching beyond measure. He had already offered so much compensation, yet he still couldn't escape punishment. He should have known better than to offer any compensation; he could have just let things take their course. But now, he could only accept his fate.

"Yes, sir, I am willing to accept the punishment!"

Black Impermanence snorted coldly, said nothing, and simply waved his hand, sending a black talisman flying into the Soul Reaper's body.

"This is a punishment talisman. You will be punished in the underworld for one year, during which time you are not allowed to leave or slack off. If you can complete the task, you may be able to make amends." After saying this, the figure of Black Impermanence gradually disappeared into the darkness.

The Soul Reaper slumped to the ground, filled with remorse. He knew he had escaped death this time, but the days ahead were going to be tough.

On New Year's Eve in 1958, firecrackers were set off one after another at the garrison of the 68th Division of the Chinese People's Liberation Army, and the joyful atmosphere of bidding farewell to the old year and welcoming the new year filled the air.

However, on this joyous night, a tense atmosphere filled the entrance to the delivery room of the local hospital.

A middle-aged man with thick eyebrows, big eyes, dark skin, and a sharp, angular face was pacing back and forth, followed by two boys of different heights.

One was about eight or nine years old, and the other was about five or six years old. They were pacing back and forth like men. The three people, who looked alike, would occasionally look anxiously into the delivery room from which the low voices were coming from.

These three men were Rong Lianhu, the battalion commander of the 2nd Battalion of the 3rd Regiment of the 68th Division, and his sons Rong Zhigao and Rong Zhiyuan.

In the delivery room, Rong Lianhu's wife, Fu Ya, was giving birth to her third child.

She already knew that screaming would only cause her to lose strength faster, so she just gritted her teeth, endured the excruciating pain, and did her best to cooperate with the doctor's actions.

"Take a deep breath, Dr. Fu, give it your all, the baby's almost out." The doctor's voice was encouraging.

Fu Ya's forehead was covered in sweat. She gripped the armrests on both sides of the delivery bed tightly, her nails almost digging into the wood.

She knew this was the final hurdle; as long as the baby was born safely, everything would be alright.

Outside the delivery room, Rong Lianhu's steps grew increasingly hurried. His eldest son, Rong Zhigao, though only ten years old, stood sensibly beside his father and whispered comfortingly, "Dad, Mom will be alright, and my sister will be alright too. Don't worry."

Rong Lianhu patted his eldest son's head and stopped walking, but his eyes and ears were still focused on the movements in the delivery room.

Rong Zhiyuan, being younger, was a little uneasy. He kept glancing at the delivery room door and tugging at his brother's clothes, asking, "Brother, when will my sister come out?"

Rong Lianhu squatted down and gently patted his two sons' shoulders, trying to make his voice sound calm: "It'll be soon. Your mother is very capable. Your little sister will be out soon."

This family longed for a daughter, so the father and his two sons kept talking about having a little sister. This was because the head of the family had a one-year-old little sister who was very cute, so the two brothers both wanted their mother's unborn child to be a little sister as well.

Just then, a clear cry came from the delivery room, followed by the doctor's laughter: "It's a healthy baby girl. Congratulations, Dr. Fu, you've gained a daughter."

Rong Lianhu's heart immediately settled back into his stomach. He excitedly stood up and shouted towards the delivery room door, "Wife, thank you for everything!"

The two little brothers were also very happy. Rong Zhiyuan said, "Brother, it's a sister. We have a sister now."

Rong Zhigao nodded repeatedly: "Yes, we have a little sister now, so we don't have to fight with Brother Zhaohui for her anymore."

As they spoke, they kept their eyes on the delivery room door. A moment later, the nurse came out carrying a baby girl wrapped in a small blanket, with a smile on her face: "Commander Rong, congratulations, it's a beautiful baby girl."

Rong Lianhu carefully took his daughter, and looking at her wrinkled, rosy little face, his heart was still filled with tenderness.

He lowered his head and kissed his daughter's forehead, whispering, "Little one, you really know how to pick your birth time, being born on New Year's Eve. You're sure to have good fortune in the future."

The two sons also came over, looking curiously at their baby sister in swaddling clothes.

When he saw his sister's face clearly, he was shocked and burst into tears.

Although Rong Zhigao didn't cry, he looked like he was about to cry, which startled Rong Lianhu and the nurse.

Afraid of frightening his daughter, Rong Lianhu whispered sternly, "Shut up, what are you crying for?"

Rong Zhiyuan sobbed as he replied, "My sister is so ugly, she looks like an old lady. People will definitely laugh at me if they find out."