After Becky died, her mother cried so hard that she fainted. For a long time, she sat dazedly at the doorstep, staring at the grass outside.

She regretted it... Every time she thought about her daughter being steamed to death right in front of her eyes, and that she had personally sent her up there, Becky's mother felt like her heart was being cut with a knife, filled with endless remorse.

After the incident, Becky's husband continued to go to work, but he was always being talked about behind his back.

"It was him, who actually put his own wife into the pot and steamed her..."

"Steamed to death..."

"Intentional murder..."

He couldn't stand such rumors. He just wanted to treat his wife's illness. His wife had always been unwell. How could he be intentionally killing someone?

That was his wife...

Becky's husband also regretted deeply, hating those two deceitful sorcerers so much that he wished to kill them with his own hands.

Zion was in a daze, feeling like he was drifting in and out of Becky's life.

The first half of life was wonderful, although we were a little poor and had to work hard, but our marriage was good and our children were obedient, so we still considered ourselves happy.

The latter half of life turned into a tragedy as all happiness came to a sudden halt due to being "treated" for an illness.

"Wuwuwu..."

"I was so miserable... Help me..."

There was the sound of Becky crying in my ears, full of resentment and fear...

When Becky died, the black dog's blood, talisman, cinnabar, and so on, which were put together in the steamer, formed a trap that accidentally trapped her.

She was trapped in place like this, repeating the process of death for ten years, and had long been filled with resentment.

Zion was dragged into this predicament, sweating profusely, with his clothes soaked in cold sweat. Before he could recover from the fear of death, he found himself once again in that dilapidated house.

The female ghost screamed and suddenly rushed towards him - Zion woke up again, being held by Becky's husband and mother on either side, the sorcerer looked mysterious: she was possessed by a lonely wandering ghost...

Here we go again!

Zion's eyes widened in fear. The first time, he was so scared that he kept insisting that he wasn't Becky. But now, he dared not do so anymore. He could only keep saying that he was fine and didn't need any treatment...

But still, he couldn't escape the tragedy.

On the third occasion, Zion, exhausted both physically and mentally, resorted to constant pleading, trying to appear as pitiful as possible, in an attempt to persuade Becky's family to give up the idea of treatment. However, it was still in vain.

The fourth time...

The fifth time...

Zion tried every method, said every kind word, but he despairingly realized that he simply couldn't escape from this nightmare!

For the sixth time, Zion had become numb and dazed, feeling as if his soul was on the verge of being lost. Gradually, he merged with this evil ghost named Becky, unable to distinguish whether he was Zion or Becky.

He screamed miserably in the barrel, gradually unable to remember how he had ended up there in the first place...

Just at this critical moment, a coolness seemed to spread across his forehead, and a voice rang out, "Brother... Zion!"

"Keep going, keep going... You can definitely do it."

In Zion's chaotic mind, a moment of clarity suddenly emerged.

No, how did he come here?

Zion was stunned as the temperature inside the barrel began to rise, surrounded by a cloud of steam. Difficulty breathing and a tightness in the chest followed immediately.

No matter how you come, you must go out first!

Zion suddenly stood up and tried to lift the lid to run out.

Outside, someone was still holding down the lid, but Zion didn't care. He wasn't Becky, why should he suffer for her here!

Was it fair for him to suffer for her, even though Becky was pitiful?

As Zion thought, he felt his anger burning inside him.

This anger fueled him as he watched the lid of the barrel being pressed down by someone, and he pushed it up again!

No way... No way to trap him like this!

Oh no!

Zion raised both hands and his head together, fiercely pushing towards the lid of the barrel!

At this moment, the female ghost residing within Zion's body sneered, while a trace of sadness and anger appeared in her eyes.

She had been struggling for ten years, unable to get out. She didn't know how many times she had tried to lift the lid of this barrel, but she couldn't open it.

Zion may not know, but she was very clear-

The lid of this barrel was like a nail that had been nailed here, and it was already so dead that it couldn't escape even after death...

"It's useless... useless, give up~" The female ghost sneered in Zion's ear, "Just obediently bear it for me..."

How good it was to have Zion, the female ghost thought, she hadn't felt this relaxed in a long time.

Although still inside the barrel, all the pain was transferred to Zion.

"I couldn't get out, and you definitely couldn't get out either, blah blah blah..."

However, the next second, the female ghost's smile froze on her face...