"How strange. Where am I? I remember... didn't I already die?"
"Why does the Underworld look exactly like our village? Could the world after death be just like the one before it? To spare us the pain of homesickness? Heh..." His smile was self-mocking.
"Could my soul have left my body after I died? Then where's my corpse?"
"Wait! These are... those bandits' corpses!"
"Tianming! Y-you didn't die?"
"Er Niu, thank goodness you're still alive! You're still alive!"
"Dabao, this isn't the Underworld. This is Nanning Village! You're not dead!"
Seeing their husbands return from the dead, the women rushed over and hugged them tightly, weeping with joy.
"I'm not dead? How is that possible? I clearly remember a bandit slashing my neck."
As he spoke, he raised a hand and felt his neck. Not a single scar remained.
Seeing this, the others lifted their clothes to examine the wounds that should have been there.
But when they lifted their clothes, they were astonished to find their flesh perfectly intact. Never mind the long, bloody gashes spanning their entire chests-not even a fingernail-sized injury remained.
"What on earth is going on? Could we be caught in an illusion?"
"If this really is an illusion, how do you explain the bloodstains on our clothes?"
Someone looked up at the sky. "Could Heaven have taken pity on us and given us another chance to live?"
"No, I don't think Heaven saved you. It was that strange fellow from earlier," a middle-aged woman said.
"A strange fellow?"
The men then learned the whole story from the middle-aged woman.
"Yes! That's right! He must have saved us!"
"It seems I really wasn't mistaken earlier. My husband's name was written in the book he was leafing through. I even saw him make a stroke