Strange things happen, and I drive the evil god mad by chasing debts.

The moonlight fell on the paper, and one could vaguely make out the birth date and the marriage inscription written on it.

The name of the eldest daughter of the He family was prominently listed above—He Shuang.

At the end of the marriage certificate, the ink on the paired names was thick and layered, like blood ink added later. It was vaguely possible to make out that the groom was He Wen.

"The young master of the He family is a good match for the eldest daughter of the He family?"

【drop--】

The system's voice rang in my mind again.

[Host detected touching a key plot clue: Forbidden Marriage Certificate!]

[Successfully unlocked exclusive new identity in the game: He Shuang, the eldest daughter of the He family (to be married)]

[Three random rules refreshed]

[Rule 1: He Wen prefers obedient and compliant brides. Any resistance will only breed hatred in him, and any blatant defiance will be directly suppressed.]

[Rule Two: Never mention "marriage," "outsiders," or "leaving" in front of He Wen. Each time you do, the He family's control will tighten, and the shackles of your identity will be permanently in place.]

[Rule Three: He Wen's gentleness is an illusion. He will only soften towards "his own Ah Shuang." Once you show emotions that don't belong to He Shuang, he will realize you are an imposter and tear you apart and rebuild you.]

Identity constraints change in an instant.

Before Shen Qingchan could react to the transformation from wet nurse to He Shuang, the small figure she had previously tied to the old cotton-padded coat suddenly began to struggle violently.

She raised her withered, lifeless hand and grabbed Shen Qingchan's sleeve, her fingertips cold and stiff, her grip so tight it almost tore the fabric: "Sister... quick, run... he's coming..."

The cold wind inside the house grew violent, the window paper was pounded and crackled, and dust fell down in a flurry.

Footsteps suddenly sounded outside the door.

Pei Wuwang instinctively stepped in front of Shen Qingchan, his eyes filled with wariness: "It should be He Wen."

Without him reminding them, everyone knew perfectly well.

Pei Wuwang looked at Shen Qingchan and asked, "Should we leave here first?"

Shen Qingchan shifted her position and realized she couldn't move at all: "I can't move, damn it! This is so troublesome!"

At the same time, the footsteps outside the door grew closer and closer, slowly stopping at the doorway.

The deathly silence was suffocating.

Everyone could clearly feel a cold, sinister gaze fixed on the only person inside, "He Shuang," through the mottled, decaying wooden door.

Miss He trembled with fear, her small body curled up, clutching Shen Qingchan's sleeve tightly, refusing to let go: "Sister, don't stay here... he'll lock you up..."

"He forbids you from leaving, forbids you from marrying, forbids you from looking at other people..."

"He will imprison you in the He mansion forever, forever... forever with him..."

Before he could finish speaking...

squeak-

The rotten wooden door was gently pushed open from the outside.

A figure stood at the doorway.

He wore an outdated, plain blue cloth robe, the fabric of which was clean but exuded a musty, damp, and stale smell.

He stood straight, with a handsome and gentle appearance, and his eyebrows and eyes were gentle and refined, making him look like a gentle and refined gentleman from the old days.

However, the deathly aura surrounding him was so thick that it seemed to suffocate the air in the entire room.

He Wen gently lifted his pupil-less eye sockets, his voice clean and warm, yet tinged with a chilling coldness: "A Shuang."

"Don't run away. This time, I won't give you another chance to leave the He family and marry someone else."

"I will keep you by my side forever."

The moment the words left his mouth, all the doors and windows of the room were suddenly locked.

Click, click—

The rotten wooden pegs automatically locked in place.

Pei Wuwang lightly pinched his fingers, trying to break down the door, only to find that he couldn't break it at all.

Shen Qingchan, for some unknown reason, was completely unable to move.

What happened...?

"Stop struggling, Ashuang."

He leaned close to her ear, his voice gentle and tender, like a lover's whisper.

"You used to be wild, always wanting to go out and marry someone else."

"If your family can't stop you, then die..."

He tilted his head slightly, his warm breath brushing against her earlobe, sending shivers down Shen Qingchan's spine.

"If I can't stop you, then I'll lock you up."

Shen Qingchan was completely paralyzed, only able to speak: "Let me go!"

The system warning sound vibrated in my ears.

[Warning: He Wen prefers obedient and docile brides...]

"Behaved my ass!"

Shen Qingchan twitched the corner of her mouth and casually spat.

She turned her gaze to He Wen: "You want to marry me?"

Upon hearing the word "marriage," He Wen's dark eyes welled up with tears: "A-Shuang, have you thought this through?"

"Of course I've thought it through, but we're having a funeral at our family's funeral parlor, how can we get married?" Shen Qingchan reminded her, even raising her voice, "What should we do? They're trying to stop us from getting married, what are you planning to do?"

Upon hearing about the attempt to stop the marriage, He Wen's eye sockets, which had no eyeballs and were now just dark, empty holes, twitched violently.

The jawline, which had been relatively soft just moments before, tightened violently, and the pale, stiff skin was stretched into a twisted and unsightly line.

His hands, hanging by his sides, slowly clenched, his withered white knuckles cracking with force.

There was no roar, the voice remained calm and gentle: "Who dares to stop us?"

"They all used to stop me, saying that siblings couldn't marry, forcing me to give up the idea."

He tilted his head slightly, his empty eye sockets turning gently toward the direction of the mourning hall, a sinister smile playing on his lips, eerie and terrifying.

"I will put all those who stand in my way into coffins, so that they may guard the mourning hall forever and never utter another word of objection."

Shen Qingchan raised an eyebrow and asked the key question in the plot: "So, you will kill them? Including my father, mother... and those servants."

He Wen twisted his stiff head: "Of course—I won't let anyone who tries to stop us from getting married get away with it!"

At this point, Shen Qingchan smiled, revealing the truth.

Li Shuifeng stared blankly at the person in front of her, her memory gradually blurring before clearing again: "I...I didn't kill anyone...I—"

The mottled scars on her body slowly faded away under a beam of white light, as if her entire soul had been purified.

Everything is now working.

The truth behind the massacre of the He family wasn't that she killed them, and the real A-level mystery wasn't her either...

However, Shen Qingchan raised an eyebrow and waited for a while, only to find that the system did not respond at all.

The truth behind the massacre of the He family is now clear...

Shen Qingchan and Pei Wuwang exchanged a glance, both of them frowning.

What else hasn't been discovered?

Shen Qingchan woke up the dormant system—

"Hey! System! Get up!"

[Dear Host, hello! We have detected that you are currently in a dungeon, and the Memorial Hall event is in progress!]

Shen Qingchan: "..."

The instance is still running; they have clearly completed their mission.

What exactly is wrong?

Could it be that the massacre of the He family was not committed by He Wen?

Just as she was thinking, Shen Qingchan suddenly realized something.

The extermination of the entire He family means that He Shuang is also dead. But He Shuang was the person He Wen loved most, how could he bear to let her die?