After Rebirth, I Became the Richest Man in the Mountains

Lin Wanxing died on a moonless winter night. She was lying on the dilapidated earthen bed of the Wang family, covered with the wedding quilt that she had brought from her parents' house when she got married, but was now riddled with holes. Outside the window is the howling cold wind, like countless ghosts crying. Her consciousness was sometimes clear, sometimes blurry, and finally stopped at the huge spider web on the ceiling - that spider had spun its web in the third year she lived in this house. Now that it is dead, the web is still there.