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The corpse-refining demon who alarmed the Great Qian Dynasty was finally caught, and the young minister of Dali Temple scrutinized him overnight to find out where he had hidden the body. As a wandering soul, I hung quietly in mid-air staring at Xuan Yuan and laughing crazily. "Not to mention other scraps, the mother and child with one corpse and three lives seven years ago is definitely the most perfect work of art I have ever carved in my life." The young minister of Dali Temple slapped the gavel and angrily shouted why he mutilated an innocent pregnant woman in labor. Xuan Yuan showed no fear, instead spitting blood and making a vicious mockery. "Who made my well-behaved cousin fall in love with her man?" "When that stupid woman was nailed alive into the gloomy wood by seven or forty-nine soul-soothing nails, she was still dreaming that her husband would step on the auspicious clouds to save her." "As everyone knows, thanks to my cousin stepping on her bones and becoming the mistress, I was able to escape the thirty-eight killing orders of that adult." Everyone present took a breath. The stupid woman who was buried alive in Xuan Yuan's words was me. That gentleman was the Minister of the Ministry of Punishment who was in charge of the world's prisons. It's also my old husband who was blind and favored his enemies as white moonlight, Chen Huai'an. He thought I ran away with someone seven years ago. Little did he know that I was buried under the bed where he slept, watching him falling in love with his enemy day and night.