My surname is Yan, and my given name is Luo.

It sounds like "Yan Luo" (Yan Luo)!

This disrespectful name was chosen by my grandmother.

She said it was the only name that could save my life!

Since I was three years old, every year on my birthday, my grandmother would build a grave for me in the mass grave behind our village.

She would carve my name on the tombstone and cut a piece of my skin off and bury it in the grave.

Not only that, she would make me wear another piece of skin and kneel before my own grave to chant sutras all night.

The first year, my grandmother cut the skin from my chest and then covered me with a wolf skin larger than a human.

The second year, the skin under my eyes was cut off and covered with a cow skin.

The third year, it was a weasel skin, and the fourth year, a white fox skin.

And every year, the skin my grandmother cut from me grew larger.

But the amazing thing is, no matter how big the skin was, it would heal the next day.

I once asked my grandmother why she did this. She told me that the skin I was wearing wasn't my own.

And one day, my skin would be peeled off.

Every year, after I knelt overnight in front of my own grave in the mass grave, draped in animal skin,

my grandmother would prepare a large table full of dishes, saying it was a celebration of my rebirth.

Until I turned seventeen.

That year, my grandmother cut off the entire skin from my back.

Then I covered myself with a giant snake skin.

At the time, I roughly estimated that the skin must have been from a snake over ten meters long.

As usual, I knelt in front of my new grave, silently reciting scriptures, draped in the snake skin.

But after a night, when I returned home, my grandmother hadn't prepared the usual large table of dishes.

A well-dressed middle-aged man knelt before her, tears streaming down his face.

When he saw me, he remained kneeling and quickly moved in front of me.

He grabbed my arm, tears in his eyes, but spoke excitedly. "You're Xiao Luo, right?"

"Good! Good! You're handsome and well-built. My daughter will be blessed to have you!"

Before I could understand what was going on, he quickly turned and cried out to my grandmother.

"Grandma Liu, please! I know Xiao Luo's fate! No one else in this world can control him except my daughter!"

"If you do me this favor, not only will my daughter marry him, but all my property will be his!"

Grandma's face was initially gloomy.

But after a single glance at me, she sighed softly and murmured, "Fate, fate! Eighteen years of scheming, and I still can't escape this."

Then she nodded to the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man was overjoyed and kowtowed deeply to Grandma. After agreeing on a time, he vanished in the blink of an eye.

I asked Grandma what was going on.

Grandma said, "I'm a coffin child, and I was stillborn." But that very day, the ghost army passed through the village, leaving no one alive. The village guards hanged themselves at the village entrance.

But as the ghost army passed, I survived!

My fate does not belong to the mortal realm.

To truly live a life without worries, I can only rely on the fate of another person.

The daughter of that middle-aged man has an extraordinary fate.

If I marry her, I won't have to cut my own skin every year to wear the skin of another.

All I need to do is kneel before my own grave for one night on my birthday.

Soon, everything was settled.

My grandmother calculated a date for my wedding banquet with the eldest daughter of the Song family the day before my eighteenth birthday.

And let's see if our union can truly protect my fate!

Speaking of this eldest daughter of the Song family, Song Wanrou, she's quite remarkable.

She's graceful and elegant, with a delicate figure.

It's obvious she's been pampered since childhood, never having done much work.

And she has the gentle and graceful demeanor of a Jiangnan woman. After the date was set, we officially got to know each other!

I was from the countryside, but she treated me very well, often taking me to the city for fun and spending a lot of money on me.

My "father-in-law" was the same; he didn't look down on me at all.

I thought I had found my true love, that I could live happily ever after with Song Wanrou, and that I could help the Song family grow stronger!

But I was wrong!

The day Song Wanrou and I got married should have been the happiest moment of my life, but it was the darkest.

I died that night!

I also fully understood the saying: No poison in the world can poison the human heart. No matter how evil a ghost is, it can't be as evil as a human!

That day, after drinking my wedding wine, my grandmother hurried away.

She said she wanted to fulfill her promise to the Song family and change their fortunes.

The weather that day was overcast with a light rain.

But not long after my grandmother left, a sudden bolt of lightning struck. The thunderbolt struck a solitary grave on the hill behind the Song family villa.

In less than a second, the rain stopped, the clouds dispersed, and the sky was clear.

At that moment, everyone in the Song family was overjoyed.

I didn't care much. After entertaining the guests with Song Wanrou, I eagerly joined her in the bridal chamber.

But as soon as I entered, I was kicked down by someone hiding behind the door.

Before I could react, three or four more people rushed out of the room and pinned me to the ground.

Then, a sinister voice rang out from beside me.

"Finally! After a year of pretending, I finally convinced that old woman!"

I turned to see Song Wanrou standing nearby, her mouth clenched in a fierce grin, her expression ferocious and her eyes radiating madness.

Where was her usual gentle and charming self?

She was clearly a demon!

In my predicament, Song Wanrou's smile and words immediately made me realize something was amiss. I immediately shouted at her, "How's my grandma? What did you lie to her about?"

Nothing in this world is more important than my grandma.

At this moment, my grandma was the only thing on my mind.

Especially thinking of the thunderbolt at the banquet just now.

The power of the Nine Heavens Thunder and Fire is not something that can be easily wielded.

Song Wanrou chuckled, "That stinking old woman didn't tell you, right? There's something wrong with my ancestral tomb. If she wants to change our Song family's fate, she'll die!"

Instantly, my eyes flushed red.

Song Wanrou sneered, "Alright, I know you and that old woman are close. You'll be reunited soon!"

For a moment, I gritted my teeth. "It's not enough that you lied to my grandma, now you want my life?"

Next to Song Wan'er stood a middle-aged man.

He was tall and strong, with dark skin and a terrifying scar across his face.

He stared down at me, his eyes cold.

Just from the look in his eyes, I knew it.

I'm going to die!

Song Wanrou sneered again, "Country bumpkin, every second I'm with you makes me want to vomit. You've tortured me for a whole year. You deserve to die!"

"Don't think I know nothing. That stinking old woman just took a fancy to my fate. Dream on using me to save you!"

I didn't know whether my grandmother was alive or dead.

Song Wanrou kept calling me country bumpkin and old woman again, and I was furious.

Without thinking twice, I shouted, "Get out of here!"

Over the past fourteen years, I've undergone a series of transformations, and my physical fitness is far superior to that of an ordinary person.

With a mighty struggle, I easily threw off the four men holding me.

Then, recklessly, I rushed towards Song Wanrou.

My grandmother was dead.

If they had truly fulfilled their agreement, this would have been just a deal.

Since my grandmother chose it for me, I accept it!

But from the beginning, it was all a scam.

Not only did they want my grandmother's life, they wanted mine too.

I refuse to accept it!

Even if I die, I'll let Song Wanrou be buried with me.

Since the wedding has already taken place, she's mine in life and in death!

At that moment, I went completely mad!

But before I could touch Song Wan'er, the burly middle-aged man beside her suddenly kicked me in the stomach.

Just one kick, and my stomach churned, and I stopped dead in my tracks.

The middle-aged man then sprinted over and knocked me to the ground.

As I fell to the ground, I felt a sharp pain in my chest.

A pitch-black knife had appeared in the middle-aged man's hand, and it had already stabbed into my chest.

In the blink of an eye, my vision blurred.

At the same moment, Li Wanrou screamed, "Stop!"

Has she changed her mind?

But she didn't.

The next second, a sinister sneer rang out. "Don't worry, young lady. The dragon hide the old woman replaced for him needs to be cut from here for the most complete skin!"

"Master, can you teach me? I want to skin him myself! I've been with this country bumpkin for a year, and I won't be satisfied unless I skin him myself!"