Chapter One: Reanimated... Reanimated... The Dead Have Returned

Year 13 of the Dazhao era, Fancheng.

At the entrance of General Qingyuan’s mansion hung two white lanterns, each swaying gently in the breeze with a large character meaning “mourning” emblazoned on them.

In recent days, as dusk fell, a terrifying sight would appear: fresh red blood would seep around the character on the lanterns, chilling all who saw it.

Curious servants tried cutting open the lanterns to find the source, but after thorough inspection, they found nothing inside.

Alarm spread when no matter how the lanterns were dismantled or burned, by the next morning they would be restored perfectly, hanging as if untouched before the mansion’s gate.

Whispers grew—rumors that the second young lady of the General’s household, Wan Qi Yue, died with her spirit unrestful.

Inside the modest mourning hall, the flickering crimson candlelight cast eerie shadows.

A woman stood before the coffin in the center, quietly muttering to herself:

“You fell on your own; don’t blame me…”

Wan Qi Feng glanced at his oddly behaving daughter.

“Hui’er, what are you mumbling about?”

It seemed everyone had arrived.

Inside the cramped coffin, Wan Qi Yue felt stifled and restless.

Yesterday, after bathing, she had plugged in the hairdryer with wet hands and was struck by a powerful electric shock that thrust her into this place.

Opening her eyes, she found herself lying inside the coffin.

She had truly believed fate had dealt her a one-step ticket to the afterlife.

But then a voice calling itself a “system” spoke to her, revealing she had transmigrated into the body of a woman who had been dead for seven days and was about to be buried.

Her mission: to avenge the original owner’s death, uncover the truth behind her mother’s demise, change the course of events, protect her family home, and secure a happy ending for herself.

Yet the damned system left it to her to figure out how to get out of the coffin and insisted that the coffin would only open once everyone was present.

The heavy coffin lid pressed down, making it hard to breathe. She had no choice but to sift through the memories of the original owner.

Grumbling, she waited a full day until everyone had gathered.

From within, she pieced together the grim reality: the people outside were her own sister, the one who had murdered her, and her indifferent father.

Reaching into her pocket, she found the red eye drops she had carried with her—luckily, they had transmigrated with her.

Her eyes darted about as she concocted a cunning plan to frighten them.

“General, after tonight the burial will take place. With my talisman sealing it, Wan Qi Yue’s soul will not be able to cause any trouble. You may rest assured!”

“That’s good,” Wan Qi Feng said, feeling some relief as he listened to the esteemed Taoist priest he had paid handsomely to summon.

Suddenly, with a thunderous boom, the doors of the mourning hall slammed shut one by one.

Wan Qi Yue pressed the “remote control” given by the system, and the coffin in the center of the room suddenly stood upright as if it had legs.

She cleared her throat inside and let out a heart-wrenching wail.

With a swift motion, the coffin lid flew open.

Everyone peered inside to see Wan Qi Yue restored to her former beauty, her face free of bruises or swelling.

A faint smile graced her lips, calm and serene—hardly the appearance of a corpse.

Only a talisman on her forehead restricted most of her movements, allowing only her hands and face to move.

Seven days ago, a morning servant had found her drowned in the pond of her own courtyard.

When pulled out, her body was swollen, her face covered in bruises.

Her eyes were bulging and bloodshot, refusing to close no matter what was done—horrifying to behold.

Startled, Wan Qi Feng had rushed to summon the most renowned Taoist priest in the hundred-mile radius.

The priest glanced at the corpse and calmly said, “She died with resentment. Two hundred taels will break the curse.”

He took out a wrinkled talisman, muttering incantations while drawing a complex symbol with his own blood on her forehead.

The effect was immediate.

Yet now, seeing this scene, one could hardly be sure if the talisman was truly effective.

“What… what is going on?” several people were frozen with fear, panic creeping up from their feet.

Coming to their senses, they frantically pounded on the doors.

But the usually dilapidated doors were now impossibly secure, as if enchanted, resisting all their desperate efforts.

Outside, all was quiet; inside, a fierce wind howled.

“Father… I’m scared. Could it be that Wan Qi Yue has returned for revenge?” Wan Qi Hui’s face was pale as she swallowed nervously.

“Why fear? We didn’t kill her. Who would she seek revenge on?”

“...” Wan Qi Hui sneered but felt her heart pound in unease.

“Taoist Wang, what... what exactly is happening?” Wan Qi Feng’s voice trembled, words fumbling.

“General, don’t worry. Let me take a look.”

The Taoist priest, bolder than the rest, took a candle from the table and stepped forward, shaky but resolute.

He raised the candle, studying Wan Qi Yue’s face.

The red candlelight cast a rosy glow, adding life to her appearance, making her seem no different from a living person.

It was eerie—truly eerie.

With a hiss, hot wax dripped onto his hand, causing him to drop the candle holder with a clatter.

Suddenly, all candles in the mourning hall went out, plunging the room into pitch darkness.

Yet the inside of Wan Qi Yue’s coffin shone brightly.

“120-watt LED light, you deserve it,” she stifled a laugh within.

The crowd was too terrified to utter a sound; the young servant had wet himself in fright and fainted.

Wan Qi Yue’s lips curled into a grotesque, twisted smile, as if possessed by a demon, sending chills down everyone’s spines.

Then came a shrill laugh, her mouth twisting as she chanted:

“Give~ me~ back~ my~ life~!”

“There’s a ghost!!!” Wan Qi Hui screamed.

At her shout, thunder roared, lightning flashed, illuminating the room like midday.

Terrified beyond reason, Wan Qi Hui seemed transformed, rushing to the altar and sweeping the offerings onto the floor.

Fruits and pastries spilled everywhere.

She slapped Wan Qi Yue’s face fiercely, shouting:

“Wan Qi Yue, why can’t you rest in peace even in death?”

“Just like your mother, annoying no matter alive or dead!”

“It was me who strangled you to death and pushed you in. What can you do about it? You can only haunt this place, can’t you?”

“Who told you to steal my Ling Gege? He likes me, not you!”

Wan Qi Feng stared dumbfounded at his daughter’s contorted face.

“What are you saying… you killed Yue’er? How could you…”

“Yes, I did. If she hadn’t taken the bracelet Ling Gege was going to give me, I wouldn’t have lost my temper and accidentally killed her.”

“Someone like her, flirting with everyone, deserves to rot in that filthy pond!”

A gust of wind blew off the talisman on Wan Qi Yue’s forehead.

Tears, the same color as candle wax, streamed down her cheeks like blood.

Wan Qi Hui panicked and tried to flee, but her body seemed possessed, moving steadily closer despite her struggles.

As her face neared Wan Qi Yue’s corpse, the next moment Wan Qi Yue’s eyes snapped open wide, blood tears flowing, glaring fiercely at her.

“Ah!” Wan Qi Hui gasped, then collapsed unconscious.

“Z-z-zombie!” Taoist Wang screamed.

“Spirits and deities, I won’t take this case anymore… please spare me!”

“Spare me!”

The terrified priest trembled, kneeling and pounding his head on the floor until it bled, yet refusing to stop.

“Taoist Wang! You can’t do this! I paid you two hundred taels. This matter must be resolved!”

Wan Qi Feng’s legs weakened; he leaned against the doorframe, trembling, reaching out to find any way to open it.

“I’ll return your money… but I’m done with this case!”

“Divine gentlemen, I mean no offense, please forgive me…”

He kept bowing, mumbling pleas.

“Yue’er… though Hui’er is foolish, you were at fault first. Return quickly and don’t cause chaos. I will burn more joss paper for you…”

His legs shook as he imitated the Taoist’s muttering.

The next moment, Wan Qi Yue pressed the remote in her hand.

The white curtains fluttered down, scattered joss paper settled quietly, and the extinguished lights reignited.

Just as they began to breathe easier, Wan Qi Yue stepped out of the coffin.

She tenderly touched her face as she walked.

“Ouch, that slap actually hurt.”

The two men were nearly breathless with terror, shouting:

“D-don’t come near! Stay away!”

Seeing the two trembling, wetting themselves in fear, she raised her arms and softly said:

“I’m coming, I’m coming~~”

With two thuds, both men collapsed face-first.

Wan Qi Yue kicked them lightly on the ground, shaking her head.

“Tsk tsk, really can’t handle the fright.”

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