Meine Frau klettert die Wand hoch

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A dark and windy night for murder.

Li Lin slammed on the brakes and gripped the steering wheel tightly. The young master of the mansion on the mountain had a strange habit: he liked to ride his mountain bike to exercise every night at ten o'clock. Li Lin's mission was to cause a car accident.

A car accident is called a car accident because the car caused the accident, not the driver. So even if he's caught, it's only a traffic offense. Besides, according to his plan, he doesn't intend to flee. He doesn't want to leave any doubts about the plan, so no one would suspect it's a premeditated murder.

Everything was normal. The plan was flawless. Li Lin had dinner and drinks with friends beforehand, then drove back to his home halfway up the mountain. The home had been purchased six months prior.

It's quite normal for someone who's been drinking to bump into a young master who's out exercising.

After waiting for five minutes, Li Lin started the car and drove up the mountain. He was precise down to the minute; he had even calculated the time it would take him to drive home.

So Li Lin planned to crash into the young master riding a mountain bike, watching as the bike and the young master flew more than twenty meters away. He got off his bike, confirmed the young master's death, and called the police in an extremely panicked voice.

According to the original plan, the only options were compensation or imprisonment. The owner of the mansion on the hilltop did not want hundreds of thousands in compensation; he only wanted the court to sentence Li Lin to three to five years in prison.

When Li Lin accepted the mission, he thought it would be worthwhile to repay a favor in three to five years. What he didn't expect was that the brother he owed a favor to now didn't want him to repay it and wanted him dead.

Li Lin died in a gang fight in prison. Given his skills, he wouldn't have been the one to die in the brawl between the two groups, but another brother standing behind him gently stabbed him and said, "As his brother, I wish you a safe journey."

The prison guards arrived late, just like in a police thriller. Li Lin, his body convulsing, stared at the small patch of sky through the window and sneered, "It's too much of a waste to die for some worthless loyalty. Maybe when I shook my head and said I didn't want the money, this was already my fate." His brothers didn't believe he wouldn't take a share of the money just to repay a favor.

He walked along the road to the underworld with great curiosity, feeling that it was no different from walking on the street, except that the green belt had turned into a sea of blood-red flowers.

Li Lin asked several expressionless wandering spirits, but no one paid him any attention. This was the difference between the human world and the ghost prison; in the human world, there were always kind people who would answer his questions in detail. Li Lin was very curious about this brightly colored flower and suddenly wondered, could this be the legendary spider lily? Remembering a girlfriend he once wanted to propose to who was even more obsessed with spider lilies than red roses in romance novels, Li Lin silently admired it for a while, then reached out and carefully plucked one and pinned it to his lapel.

At that moment, he felt like a groom. Then, to his surprise, he saw the other man's face twitching.

Before he could even reach Meng Po and receive a bowl of soup, he was seemingly unintentionally but actually deliberately kicked into the River of No Return by the orderly and civilized ghost messengers and a certain high-class soul. Li Lin wanted to curse, but then he thought that it was pointless to argue about something when he was already dead, so he relaxed and sank to the bottom of the river.

In the mountains on the western border of Anguo, in the midst of autumn, a six-year-old boy gazing intently into the valley suddenly found his eyes sparkling with life, like the colorful lake not far below, shimmering in the sunlight.

Li Lin sighed, having lost all interest in pretending to be an idiot. He overheard the guard beside him say, "It doesn't matter if she's an idiot; it's a shame not to send this pretty girl to the Peony Courtyard."

Peony Courtyard, looking like this, what could one possibly do there? So Li Lin patted his bottom and stood up, looking at the guard with the innocent smile of a six-year-old child: "Where is this?"

He knew exactly where he was. Watching a bunch of kids practicing their martial arts with shouts and laughter, he was reminded of those scenes in movies where gangs train loyal puppies from a young age. He didn't want to be an assassin again. His past life had been too exhausting.

Compared to being an assassin, being a male prostitute in a brothel seems better than being an assassin. And so Li Lin came to his senses.

Holding the gleaming knife in his delicate white hands, he swung it, though his body parts still didn't quite meet the requirements. However, he rediscovered a sense of his past life, which pleased him greatly.

For three months, Li Lin fought with other children in an open space. Three months later, he had the number 100 pinned to his clothes. He and one hundred other children entered the wooden building numbered ten. They began to kill each other.

The moment he entered the building, Li Lin sadly recalled the scene of the fight in prison in his previous life. He smiled again; in this life, there were no brothers left to stab him in the back.

Volume 1

Die beneath the peony

The sky cleared after the snow. A soft sunlight bathed the valley. In this silvery-white world, only the treetops faintly revealed a touch of bluish-green, a scene reminiscent of ink paintings that evoked a sense of poetry.

“The landscape is like a painting.” Li Yannian sat under the eaves, wearing a dark blue cloak, the silver fur around his neck making him look even more handsome and dashing.

His voice was soft, gentle, and soft, much like the sunlight on snow.

"Reporting to the steward, a total of seventeen people have come out from the ten buildings. One person from Building 1, two people from Building 2, two people from Building 3... and five people from Building 10," a man in black reported respectfully.

A flicker of surprise flashed across Li Yannian's eyes. His gaze swept lightly over the seventeen people standing in the courtyard. He slowly straightened up and casually handed over the hand warmer he was holding.

Li Er quickly took it, carefully cradling it in his hands. The sudden warmth from his palms made him want to sigh with comfort. His expression remained humble and submissive. His back was slightly bent; whether it was a long-standing habit or something else, he seemed never to have straightened his back. His narrow eyes also showed a hint of slyness as he furtively glanced at the people standing in the courtyard. Seventeen people had come out; it seemed his mission for this year was secured, and he could leave tomorrow. Li Er thought of the pretty maidservants in the manor warming wine; this was the perfect time to appreciate the snow, admire the plum blossoms, and recite poetry. His heart had already flown beyond the valley.

The snow on the ground hadn't been swept away yet. The seventeen people standing there were dressed in tattered clothes, clearly still seven or eight years old, with wounds on their bodies, blood dripping down, staining the snow beneath their feet a faint pink. Their eyes revealed a mixture of weariness and excitement, yet under Deacon Li's indifferent gaze, a hint of inexplicable timidity lingered.

"To survive out of a thousand people, you're all a hero," Li Yannian said after standing for a moment, his words sounding both admiring and satisfied.

Upon hearing this, everyone in the courtyard breathed a sigh of relief. Two of the seventeen children were no exception; one of them even plopped down in the snow.

Li Yannian glanced at the two people sitting on the ground, and instantly several burly men rushed out and lifted them up. The child's face turned as white as snow, his eyes filled with terror.

With a sigh, Li Yannian waved his hand. "Send it to the Peony Courtyard!"

The two children's eyes lost their light, and they cried out, "Deacon, spare us!"

The remaining fifteen children dared not utter a sound, their small bodies trembling yet they stood even straighter. They were terrified that losing their lives was a minor matter compared to being sent to the Peony Courtyard, which would be a much worse fate.

Having spent a year in the valley, the black-clad guards' whips softened when they spoke of the Peony Courtyard, never daring to strike anyone's face. Once, someone was sent to the Peony Courtyard before even reaching the building. The guards stopped whipping him and even invited the valley's most skilled healer, a master of revival, to examine his injuries, lewdly saying they would come to congratulate him on his twelfth birthday. 99 then told Li Lin, "I'd rather be killed by Butcher Zhang than fall into the hands of the guards visiting the Peony Courtyard."

"Without Butcher Zhang, are we supposed to eat pigs with hair on?"

Li Lin's mutterings made 99 feel a sense of kinship: "You also know Butcher Zhang?"

However, no matter how much 99 recalled the past, she could no longer feel any extra warmth from Li Lin. 99 wasn't discouraged, after all, out of a hundred children in the building, only Li Lin knew Butcher Zhang. 99 felt he had an obligation to protect his mentally challenged younger brother.

“I’ve already said it, anyone who survives out of a thousand people is a hero.” Li Yannian sighed again, a smile appearing on his face. “Tell me, how did five of them end up out of Building 10?”

“Sir, they…” The black-clad guard hesitated for a moment before seeing Li Yannian’s gentle gaze. He trembled and spoke without hesitation, “They took advantage of the fact that the fighting in Building 9 was exhausting and went to pick up a free lunch.”

"Oh, who's leading this?" Li Yannian's eyebrows twitched slightly, and his gaze shifted to the five children at the very edge. They were all of average, pretty little appearances. He felt a little admiration in his heart, but the words he uttered carried a hint of coldness.

The three children kept their heads down and refused to speak, but their eyes kept glancing at 99. This made Li Lin hesitate. In his judgment, Li Yannian wouldn't kill the leader. But how he would deal with him was unclear.

Logically, an eight-year-old shouldn't be made a scapegoat; it's time for him to step forward. But Li Lin thought it best to hold off. After all, being the first to stick his neck out didn't align with his desire to conceal his abilities; he didn't want to be sent to the most dangerous places on the most dangerous missions in the future. Based on his understanding of assassins from his previous life, top experts always died the fastest. Not because they lacked skill, but because they took on too many dangerous missions. He calculated the timing of his confession, needing to project fear at just the right moment while bravely stepping forward.

Faced with three children wielding knives and charging at him and 99, he casually reminded 99 to lead the five children in the building to kill the thieves in Building 9.

Li Yannian laughed: "Do you know why I made you a hundred people fight each other to take one life every day to complete the mission?" Without waiting for an answer, he continued, "A shred of sympathy for the enemy is cruelty to yourself. Fine, I'll give you a chance. Give me your name, and I won't kill the others."