"Wear, wear, wear, wear whatever you want!" An eleven or twelve-year-old girl in costume was sitting on the bed angrily.
"Daughter, no matter how angry you are, you always have to wear clothes..." A middle-aged man advised earnestly. God knows what evil he has done. A good daughter became nagging after a man hanged himself.
She, Linnai, accidentally time-traveled into the body of the prime minister's youngest daughter during a mission. Not only was she twice as young as she was, she was actually still fat. No, I have to go back quickly, so on every full moon night, a little girl in the prime minister's house props up her chubby body and worships the moon, casts spells, then fails, and cries bitterly...
From then on, the cries of ghosts and howls of wolves would be heard every full moon night in the Prime Minister's Mansion, and the theory of being haunted was spread all over the city...
(I forgot to mention that Linnaeus was a third-rate exorcist in modern times)
In the midst of all kinds of resentment, Linnaeus attributed all the blame to the legendary "man". If he hadn't made the prime minister's daughter sad, she wouldn't have been stupid enough to hurt herself. If she hadn't committed suicide, she wouldn't have worn this body in modern times. Therefore, it was all that man's fault.
Gritting his teeth, the little fat Linnai decided to dig out the man, rape him first, then kill him, then rape him again, and then kill him again. In short, he raped, raped, and killed him.