Three days...

Lu Renjia's execution was scheduled for three days later. During those three days, the approaching death gradually drove him mad.

The time arrived quickly; it was the night before the execution was to take place.

The night was already gloomy, and there was no hope of finding any oil lamps or candles in the dungeon; it was so dark and eerie that you couldn't see anything even with your eyes open.

In just a few days, Lu Renjia had become incredibly thin. He huddled in a corner with his arms crossed, and he couldn't help but recall the nightmare he had when the female ghost gouged out his eyes. It was pitch black and he couldn't see anything.

He shuddered involuntarily again.

Suddenly, the straw in front of him seemed to brighten up. In such a small place, the sudden appearance of light was hard to miss.

Lu Renjia turned his head to look in that direction, and then he saw a smiling face.

A fair face, bright eyes, and soft, slightly upturned red lips—the innocent and beautiful face of the young girl appeared before him.

"Meng Lanxin!"

Lu Renjia screamed.

The little pink butterfly looked at him with a smile and said, "You're about to die."

"I...I know I'm sorry, please let me go, please let me go! I regret it, I shouldn't have treated you like that, I really regret it!" Lu Renjia was trembling with fear.

This female ghost actually chased me all the way to the jail!

There was no commotion at all; neither the other dungeon dwellers nor the guards watching over the prisoners looked this way.

This must be the female ghost, Meng Lanxin, who has been dead for a long time.

She came to see him again. Was it to torment him again?

"Oh?" The little pink butterfly still had a smile on her face, shook her head and said, "I read in a book that you don't regret it, you're just afraid of dying."

Now that they know what he's afraid of, how could the little pink butterfly possibly let him go!

She had already told Lin Wanyue that she was determined to kill Lu Renjia herself.

Even if she gets blood on her hands because of this, she will probably be taken back to the underworld by the ghost messengers for judgment, and she may not be able to be reborn as a human in her next life.

She was willing to do anything.

Killing Lu Renjia was her initial source of resentment.

She will never give up.

Lu Renjia was horrified, but he could only kowtow to the little pink butterfly desperately, saying all the sweet words he had ever used in his life, trying to coax this woman who had once loved him so much that she was willing to sell herself into a brothel.

Unfortunately, the innocent and foolish little girl had died more than forty years ago, and the little pink butterfly that appeared in front of him now was just a vengeful ghost.

With a smile on her face, the little pink butterfly's claw-like fingertips tore through Lu Renjia's skin, then his flesh, and then she inserted two bones into his ears, making him unable to hear any sound anymore.

The sound of Lu Renjia screaming as he gouged out his two eyeballs and stomped them on the ground echoed repeatedly in the small cell.

If pure love only receives deception, then the flames of revenge will consume everything.

Blood was splattered on the filthy wall, and the rats in the corner made 'squeaking' noises.

The little pink butterfly looked at the heart she held in her hand, now devoid of a beating, still warm, with drops of blood dripping down.

Her gaze followed the dripping blood downwards and found that her figure had faded considerably, becoming indistinct, resembling a gray shadow under the lamplight.

She felt that she might be dying soon.

But the color is quite pretty, light and pale, and she felt as if she had returned to the time before she was a vengeful ghost.

As the color faded, the little pink butterfly squeezed the heart tightly, burst it, passed through the wall, and quickly returned to the Lin family.

Before returning to the Lin family, she changed into a clean dress, one of the many small paper dresses that Lin Wanyue had burned for her.

It was clean and tidy, and although it was strange, it had many more colors than the clothes of this era.

As soon as she returned to the Lin family home, she saw Lin Wanyue and several other ghosts waiting for her in the courtyard.

Lin Wanyue's soft, doughy face showed a heavy expression. Little Pink Butterfly must have taken her revenge to look like this now.

"Why are you like this?" The little pink butterfly floated to Lin Wanyue's side, rubbed her soft little face, and still had a happy smile on its face. "Don't be unhappy. Be happy for me. I have waited for so many years, and finally my wish has come true. This is something to be happy about."

Laifu sniffed, looked away, and said rather unhappily, "But you're leaving..."

The little pink butterfly glanced at him, never expecting that this guy who called himself ugly every day would one day be sad about his departure.

He chuckled and said, "But I left quite happily. People say one dies with a smile on their face. Although I've been dead for many years, it's pretty much the same, isn't it?"

Master Cui was the most optimistic, and he sighed heavily, "Being able to achieve one's wish is indeed something to be happy about."

"Mm!" Lin Wanyue nodded, forcing herself to put on her biggest smile.

Little Pink Butterfly sat next to Lin Wanyue, said goodbye to all the ghosts in the house, and took a look at all the Lin family members before preparing to leave before dawn.

Laifu probably thought she would have a chance to be reborn as a human in her next life, so he specially instructed her: "In your next life, you must be born with bright eyes so that you can see clearly. Don't be deceived by men in your next life, and don't have such a bad temper. A gentle and kind girl is much better."

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