"Why don't you freeze my sister's body and keep it at my parents' house? They will definitely treat her well!"

I stood aside and sneered.

Expect them to treat my corpse well?

The last time was when my parents secretly had my heart removed while I was still showing vital signs.

Seeing that Ji Linting was still thinking, I didn't want to listen to their conspiracy on how to deal with my body. I just wanted to find the glass bottle containing my youngest son's ashes and bury him in the sea.

He said he wanted to see the sea and wanted freedom.

It’s hard to imagine that he, who was only two years old, could say the word freedom.

He was imprisoned in that dark place when he was alive, and I couldn't let him be trapped in a glass bottle without freedom after his death.

I was just about to walk past them to the living room to look for my youngest son's urn.

The bedroom door suddenly opened, startling the people inside. They quickly covered my already smelly body with a quilt.

Ji Xing stood at the door and called out timidly, "Mom and Dad, Grandpa and Grandma are here."

My heart suddenly tightened. When I got up from under the bed and faced the three people from the Qiao family who pushed the door open, my entire soul went cold and I almost couldn't maintain this empty body.

When I was in high school, I broke off relations with them and agreed not to have any further contact.

Now, why should they come to my house?

Because of me, Mr. and Mrs. Qiao were not very friendly to Ji Xing.

They glared at Ji Xing and motioned him to leave. Ji Xing seemed to be accustomed to their dislike, so he let the three of them into the bedroom and considerately closed the door.

The three of them saw the bulge on my bed at a glance and all frowned.

My brother Qiao Shiyao has always hated me. He came forward and pulled back the quilt. When he saw my dusty, corpse-like face, he actually smiled happily. "Look, this girl is playing the victim again. She thought we would blame Zhixian for her death. Now that her plan has failed, she's too embarrassed to come back to life."

Qiao's father and mother retreated to the corner, covering their noses, fanning themselves constantly and lecturing each of them.

"Lin Ting, you are too nice to this monster. You even put her on the bed?"

"That's right, our daughter is just too pretentious. You said she's not going to die anyway, so what's the harm in taking her heart? She even had a falling out with us, and now she's trying to commit suicide because she can't stand seeing her sister having such a good life. She's really hopeless!"

My numb and empty soul looked at these blood relatives of mine, and my heart was filled with sadness.

Until now, they all smelled the stench of the corpse and still believed what Qiao Zhixian said, thinking that I was just throwing a tantrum to win favor and that I could be resurrected.

Obviously they thought I committed suicide, and didn't know that I died by having my liver cut open by Ji Linting.

At this time, Ji Linting's face looked very bad and gloomy.

I wonder if he was angry about what his family said about me?

I still feel guilty and can't say it out loud, he was the one who killed the person!

Ji Linting finally took a deep breath, stared at my corpse angrily and said with gritted teeth: "Very good, you'd better not wake up!"

I looked at him and sneered. There is no one in the world who loves me anymore. I really won’t wake up!

But they still put my body back into the secret compartment under the bed while jokingly chatting, and even suggested installing a surveillance camera in the room to record my embarrassing look after I was resurrected and found myself trapped in the small secret compartment and unable to get out.

My brother was even more whimsical and said even colder words.

He said he could dismember me and then use surveillance cameras to film the entire process of how I reassembled my body and resurrected it.

After he finished speaking, the whole family laughed.

Especially Ji Linting was smiling very happily.

It was as if his accidental killing of me was not a heinous crime, but a joke.

Only Qiao Zhixian was there. She forced a smile, with a hint of panic in her eyes.

Because she knew that if I hadn't been resurrected before long, her lies would be exposed.

She had to take action...

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On the tenth day after my death, the stench of the corpse had already spread into the living room outside.

Ji Xingxing vomited while eating Qiao Zhixian's hot overnight meal in the living room because of the foul smell.

I looked at my spoiled son, who was only six years old and now timidly took a tissue to clean up the vomit like a little adult, and a wave of bitterness welled up in my heart.

I know, he actually knows everything.

He remembered me and knew that Qiao Zhixian was his stepmother.

Besides, Ji Linting was not as good to him as he was to his sister, so he had to be nice to everyone and even abandoned me, his useless mother who would be despised by everyone after being kidnapped.

I can't let go of the memory of how he defended Qiao Zhixian in front of the neighbors that day.

But he is my only blood relative in this world, and I can't hate him no matter how hard I try.

After finishing his meal, Ji Xing ran to the balcony, grunting. Looking at the pot of flowers that was about to wither, his little face wrinkled into folds like a meat bun.

I was inexplicably attracted by his cute appearance.

But the next second, I followed his gaze and looked at the pot of camellia that was about to wither, and I was almost frightened to death.

The camellia flowerpot was covered with a layer of white-gray powder that was different from the soil.

Ji Xingxing, who was squatting beside the camellia and making cute emojis with her little face, was still muttering, "This flower is my mother's favorite flower, it can't die!"

My head exploded with a buzzing sound, and my soul began to twist and deform.

If the powder in this flowerpot is not my youngest son's ashes, then what is it?

It was actually picked up by his brother and used as fertilizer to please his stepmother.

I was so angry that I wanted to slap him, but unfortunately my slap could only pass through his body weakly.

When he picked up the watering can beside him and was about to water the flowerpot, I rushed forward in horror to stop him, screaming and shouting.

"No, no, he's your brother..."

Unfortunately, he couldn't hear at all.

Just as I was watching him in despair and about to press the spray bottle, there was a sound outside the door.