It doesn't matter if your souls are scattered, as long as you die.

(Fictional, fictional, fictional)

(The female lead's father is unknown; please proceed with caution if you are sensitive to this.)

"Your Majesty, I am willing to offer up the merits of ninety-nine lifetimes in exchange for a chance to return to my first life."

"Are you really sure?"

"Yes, I've thought it through!"

"Even if this life ends and there is no next life, I will not regret it?"

"Yes, no regrets!"

"Then go ahead!"

……

In a certain world, in August 1968, in province G.

It was the height of summer, the sun was blazing, and there wasn't a breath of wind in the air.

Eighteen-year-old postman Xiao Fei, carrying a military green bag and a military green water bottle, is struggling uphill.

Halfway up the mountain, he stopped, raised his arm, wiped the sweat from his face with his sleeve, and then opened his water bottle and took a big gulp of water.

I didn't feel much better after drinking the water, simply because the water in the kettle was lukewarm due to the hot weather, and it didn't feel very comfortable to drink.

Looking at the long uphill slope that still stretched out before him, he let out a long breath, took another deep breath, and continued walking.

As he walked, he thought to himself that he would find a way to deliver mail in a different area when he got back; he really didn't want to deliver mail in Jiazigou anymore.

Not only is it remote, but the road is also extremely difficult to travel. He simply doesn't have the ability to ride his bicycle up this steep slope of over 70 degrees.

This section is fine, at least it's still a road. Once you get to the top of the hill, you have to take a narrow, winding downhill path.

It truly is a narrow, winding path, so narrow that only one person can walk on it at a time.

As he was thinking, he finally climbed the slope, found a shady spot under a tree, and plopped down to rest.

The downhill section will be easier from here, but the return trip is uphill again, which makes me feel hopeless.

The narrow path was lined with dense, bushy trees as tall as a person. Putting aside the possibility of snakes slithering out, one might as well have suffocated from the heat walking on the path surrounded by bushes in this weather.

Xiao Fei's eyes reddened as she thought about it. Her earlier idea of ​​sending the letter to a different area was just wishful thinking.

Of all the mail carriers, he came from the worst family, which was a major reason why he was assigned to this section.

He wouldn't want to come here to deliver mail unless he quits the job, but quitting the job is impossible.

In this day and age, a job represents so much; some people have even gone bankrupt for a job.

Therefore, no matter how hard or tiring it is, he can't give up this job.

"Go, Xiao Fei!"

He slapped his cheek to cheer himself up, then stood up and walked onto the narrow path.

About half an hour later, he finally arrived at the entrance of Jiazigou village after navigating the winding roads.

There are two large locust trees at the entrance of Jiazigou Village, which look particularly cool in the summer.

A smile appeared on his face as he stepped into the village.

But as soon as he passed the locust tree, he stopped and looked back at it with a thoughtful expression.

It's strange. There used to be an old man sitting here every time I came here, even on rainy days when he would sit here with an umbrella. Why don't I see him today?

Moreover, all the letters used to be delivered to this old man, and he had delivered so many letters but had never even entered the village.

Xiao Fei was puzzled for a moment, then put the question out of her mind, thinking that the old man probably had something to do today, which was why he wasn't home.

Continue walking towards the village.

But the further he walked, the slower his steps became, and his face turned deathly pale.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood and decay.

Adding to the fact that he hadn't seen a single person yet, a bad feeling began to creep into his heart.

Looking at the neatly arranged earthen houses in front of him, his breathing became rapid.

Their pace was so slow that they couldn't move an inch in several seconds.

Suppressing his immense fear, he closed his eyes and shouted, "Min Shanzhu, there's a letter for you! Come and get it!"

After shouting, he opened his eyes and looked ahead, hoping that someone would hear his voice and run over.

As a result, no one came even after waiting for several minutes.

Xiao Fei began to tremble all over, and tears streamed down her face.

Despite his fear, he continued to move forward step by step like a tortoise.

Finally arriving at the door of a house, the first thing he saw was the wide-open gate and the bloodstains splattered on the entrance.

Clutching the bag straps tightly, she slowly looked up into the yard in terror, then her pupils contracted, followed by a scream, and she ran quickly out of the village.