After that dramatic night, the entire village of Buxianxian avoided this family like the plague, fearing that spending even a second with them would bring them bad luck. The family that had originally lent them their rooms refused to let them stay any longer. It was only because Village Chief Gu persuaded them earnestly, and because they had already received money from them and it would be inappropriate to go back on their word, that they reluctantly allowed them to continue staying.

There were only two empty rooms in the house. Originally, the couple lived in one room, and the father-in-law and mother-in-law lived in the other. Now that the father-in-law had passed away, the old woman felt that the room was unlucky and refused to live there, demanding to change rooms. The wife, who had just given birth, hated her husband to the core after learning about his past. She wouldn't even allow him to get close to her, let alone let him into her room and share a bed with her. So the three of them had another big fight over this matter, until the village secretary intervened and let the old woman stay in his house, which finally calmed things down.

Before dawn, the man, who hadn't slept a wink all night, got up to relieve himself. As he passed the next room, he heard strange noises coming from inside. Worried that something might have happened to his wife while she was alone, he quickly pushed open the door, only to see—

His mother was on top of his wife, pressing a pillow firmly against her face.

Although his wife was still weak, she had eaten and slept well during her pregnancy and had some strength. While struggling, the old woman lost her balance and rolled off the bed. Her head hit a protruding corner of a stone brick on the ground and she immediately stopped moving.

The man was shocked and rushed forward to help the old woman up. He saw that her temples were covered in bright red blood, her eyes were open and her mouth was agape, but she was not moving. When he checked her breathing, she was already dead.

The woman on the bed, having escaped death, saw the man enter and, remembering that this mother and son had angered her father to death and now wanted to kill her, her anger flared even more. She cursed fiercely and threw everything on the bedside table at them.

The man held his mother's still-warm body in his arms, silently enduring his wife's rage.

After throwing everything away, the woman gradually lost her strength. She collapsed onto the bed, panting, but didn't stop cursing.

The man reached out and closed his mother's eyes, then slowly stood up and turned to the woman.

"What are you looking at, you bastard! Bah, just like your old mother, shameless! Let me tell you, you won't get a single penny of my family's money..."

The man approached step by step, and the woman instinctively sensed something was wrong. Her expression changed slightly, and she shrank back into the bed warily. "What do you want?"

The man looked up, his eyes, hidden behind his messy bangs, were bloodshot, and he looked at her with exhaustion and pain.

The woman had never seen him like this before, and she had a bad feeling. Just as she opened her mouth to call for help, a pair of large hands grabbed her neck.

The man's knuckles turned white from the force as he pressed her down, instantly taking all the air from her throat.

The woman was terrified. She pounded on him and clawed at his wrists. His hands were stained with her own blood, but he remained unmoved and even fought back harder.

The woman's face had turned bluish-purple. She looked at him pleadingly. His smile was weary as he leaned close to her ear and whispered:

"You failed to protect our daughter, causing her to suffocate in her womb; you failed to care for our mother, leaving her with unfulfilled grief... You, go to the underworld and atone for your sins... Don't worry, I love you, I won't abandon you. As soon as you die, I'll follow you... Remember, walk slowly, wait for me..."

The woman closed her eyes in despair and fear.