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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
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