The sky was clear and blue, a gentle breeze blew, and the melodious chirping of birds made people feel very relaxed. It was a perfect day for outdoor activities.

Zhao Mingyue braced her feet against the rock face, gripping a rock with both hands. She arched her back, pausing to catch her breath; sweat had already soaked her hair. She took a deep breath, looked back at the scenery, and a relaxed smile spread across her face. Rolling hills, like steamed buns, stretched out before her, a cool, verdant expanse stretching as far as the eye could see. The mountains in May were exceptionally beautiful, a truly refreshing sight. Whenever she felt overwhelmed by pressure, she would come outdoors to rock climb, where she could find complete relaxation.

Suddenly, the rock she was stepping on loosened. Zhao Mingyue sensed something was wrong. Before she could pull her feet back, she heard a crash, and the rock collapsed. She lost her footing and plummeted downwards. Her hands, which were clinging to the rock, slipped, and she was now hanging from a climbing rope. Rocks continued to fall, one of them striking her right knee. Zhao Mingyue cried out in pain and instinctively reached out to grab the rope, struggling to climb upwards and find a new foothold as quickly as possible.

Since learning rock climbing, she had encountered dangerous situations before, but this was the first time she had experienced a rockfall like today. She had been climbing for over an hour, and her strength was severely depleted. At this moment, she felt extremely strained and could not climb any further. Zhao Mingyue had no choice but to call out to her husband, Cheng Yonggang, who was almost at the top, for help: "Yonggang, I've run into a problem here, there's nowhere to put my foot down, please pull me up." Although she had chosen a natural climbing site, it had excellent safety measures, and under normal circumstances, there would be no danger to her life. Even though it looked dangerous, she wasn't too worried, as the sturdy climbing rope would be enough to support her until rescue arrived.

She heard Cheng Yonggang say on the walkie-talkie, "Okay, wait a moment."

Zhao Mingyue breathed a sigh of relief; it seemed that coming with Cheng Yonggang today was the right decision. She let go of the climbing rope, allowing it to linger on her to conserve her energy. Waves of pain shot through her knees, making her feel extremely uncomfortable; it looked like she would need to rest for a while. However, what awaited her was not ascent, but a freefall after the rope snapped. Zhao Mingyue looked up sharply and saw the knife in Cheng Yonggang's hand reflecting a blinding glint in the sunlight; she even caught a glimpse of the sinister smile on his face.

The moment Zhao Mingyue hit the ground, a brief but intense pain caused her to lose consciousness. When she regained consciousness, she found herself floating in mid-air, her body semi-transparent. Several people were lifting a mangled woman onto a helicopter, an oxygen mask still covering her face. Doctors were constantly pressing on her deformed chest. She stared in horror at the woman's distorted face—it was herself.

To be precise, it was her physical body. She was wearing mountaineering clothes and a safety harness, but the harness did not provide any protection. No one could land safely from a cliff tens of meters high if their climbing rope was cut, unless they had wings. Zhao Mingyue did not have wings, so she fell to her death.

Zhao Mingyue tried to enter her own body, but couldn't. The body was severely deformed, the pupils dilated, and it had lost all vital signs. She paced frantically around her own body, wondering what to do. Then she heard Cheng Yonggang's feigned crying, anxiously calling her name. Zhao Mingyue felt nauseous and wanted to vomit. She roared at Cheng Yonggang, "Cheng Yonggang, you murderer!" But no one could hear her; everyone was focused on trying to save the corpse.

Looking at her own body, Zhao Mingyue felt utterly hopeless. She knew that tomorrow—no, tonight—the news would report "Local female entrepreneur dies in rock climbing accident." Tomorrow, her house would probably be packed with relatives coming to claim her inheritance. She could even guess that Cheng Yonggang would produce a fake will, kick all her relatives out, and then close the door and laugh wildly.

Cheng Yonggang would do this because he had no children, his parents were deceased, and he, her legal husband, was the first in line to inherit. Zhao Mingyue was filled with regret. She had been too optimistic about human nature, never imagining that Cheng Yonggang would try to kill her. For so many years, she had felt guilty towards him because she couldn't have children, so she had turned a blind eye to everything he did. Even though her friends had told her that Cheng Yonggang had been gambling heavily in Las Vegas recently, she hadn't taken it seriously, always thinking that someone from the military would have strong self-control and wouldn't act rashly. He must have accumulated a huge debt to use this method to scheme against her; no wonder he offered to go rock climbing with her.

Zhao Mingyue felt her life had been a complete failure. What did it matter how successful she was in her career? It all ended like this; no one would remember her, no one would shed a tear for her. No one would seek justice for her. Would her brother, sister-in-law, or nephews do so? They would probably only complain that their names weren't in her will. Would her subordinates at her company question the cause of her death? They would certainly just shrug regretfully and treat it as a topic of conversation. Because she herself often said that the extreme sports she chose involved danger at any moment, so she wanted to enjoy the moment to the fullest. Little did she know that her words would become a self-fulfilling prophecy—not an accident, but a murder.

Zhao Mingyue gritted her teeth. She was filled with hatred and wanted to rush up and tear Cheng Yonggang to shreds, but her soul passed right through him, causing him no harm whatsoever. Zhao Mingyue watched as Cheng Yonggang followed the paramedics onto the helicopter, his face turned outwards, a sneer of triumph playing on his lips.

Seeing him like this, she lunged at him again. The helicopter started up, its wings spinning, creating a huge gust of air. Zhao Mingyue's soul was caught in this gust, scattered, and then disappeared.

When Zhao Mingyue regained consciousness, she found herself back in her most familiar place, her home, though still in a semi-transparent, soul-like state. She floated lightly over the villa's wall and entered the courtyard. The house was brightly lit. She looked into the living room through the floor-to-ceiling glass doors and windows. Nothing had changed; there was absolutely no atmosphere of a funeral. A pot of blooming flowers sat on the table, the fiery red roses appearing exceptionally dazzling under the bright lights.

Zhao Mingyue tried to enter the house, but found something blocking her way. Unable to get in, she floated up to her bedroom on the second floor. Although the light was on, the curtains were not drawn, and the room was in a mess, with many things thrown on the floor, as if it had been ransacked. On her bed, she saw two entangled figures, naked, engaging in intercourse without regard for others.

The two people on the bed were Cheng Yonggang, her murderer, and who was the woman? Zhao Mingyue flew higher and saw the woman's face clearly. There was a small black mole the size of a mung bean on the corner of her mouth. Zhao Mingyue shuddered. She would recognize that face even if it were ashes! That was the woman she hated most in her life. That woman had caused her miscarriage and nearly killed her. Although she survived, she was left unable to be a complete woman, unable to have children. She had long since severed all ties with that woman. Why was she in her house, and even climbed into her bed?!

Zhao Mingyue's eyes practically spit fire; she felt her entire body burning with rage. Those two adulterers! She was consumed by a burning fury, wanting to kill them. Zhao Mingyue lunged towards the window, only to be violently thrown back. She remembered there was a golden Buddha statue Cheng Yonggang had brought back inside; in her current state, she couldn't possibly enter.

But Zhao Mingyue was unwilling to give up, and she thrust desperately. The adulterous couple reached their climax on her bed, and the woman screamed suddenly, collapsing onto the bed as if dead.

Then I heard the woman say, "Zhao Mingyue is dead. I'm going back to divorce Cheng Yongqiang now, and you'll marry me!"

Cheng Yonggang sat up, frowning: "You divorced Yongqiang, and I married you? What kind of talk is that? Let's just leave it at that."

The woman named Wang Qiulan sat up, her large breasts drooping like cloth bags, and wrapped her arm around Cheng Yonggang's arm: "If it weren't for the method I taught you, would you have been able to get rid of her so easily and smoothly, and also get her family property? Our son is already a teenager, he can't call him uncle and father forever, he still needs to inherit your family property. I also want to give you another son."

Zhao Mingyue was struck dumb. So Cheng Yonggang's nephew, Cheng Qing, was his and Wang Qiulan's son! Haha, haha, great, this is wonderful! Zhao Mingyue felt like she was going crazy. She furiously rushed towards the window, determined to kill the two adulterers. Her semi-transparent soul had turned into a pitch-black mass. The scene outside had changed. It was a breezy night, but a sudden gust of wind arose in the villa's courtyard, banging loudly against the windows and startling the adulterers inside.

Cheng Yonggang looked up: "Has the weather changed?" He saw a dark shadow outside the house and sensed something was amiss, so his expression changed.

Zhao Mingyue recklessly rammed against the window, shattering the glass with a crash. She rushed into the room, plunging it into darkness. The vile woman inside screamed, "A ghost!"

Zhao Mingyue, arms outstretched, lunged at Wang Qiulan. Cheng Yonggang threw a string of blessed Buddhist beads from his wrist at the shadowy figure.

The string of beads shot towards Zhao Mingyue like a sharp blade. Just as the beads touched her, a burst of golden light suddenly appeared, radiating a dazzling golden glow that enveloped Zhao Mingyue's soul before vanishing. Silence returned to the house and the surrounding area; only the shattered windowpanes and the scattered flowers and leaves in the yard proved that what had just happened was not entirely an illusion.