“These past four years, strange things have often happened in The Clark Estate—women’s undergarments have mysteriously gone missing!” The big man’s tone grew increasingly severe.

That’s an underwear thief! What does that have to do with me?

Andrew Bennett wanted to cry out his innocence.

“These past four years, people in The Clark Estate have often tripped while walking, and even two married women have been divorced!” The big man held up two fingers, furious!

But Andrew Bennett just rolled his eyes, feeling this really had nothing to do with his original self.

You blame me for people tripping, and even for women being divorced… Next, if someone chokes while eating, will you blame me too?

Am I supposed to control the heavens and the earth, and also manage your eating and farting?

The big man took several deep breaths, his expression grief-stricken as he said, “Three days ago, Andrew Bennett fell ill.”

Uh!

Andrew Bennett thought the big man’s expression looked as if his own father had died—so full of sorrow.

But the original self didn’t have much of a relationship with him, right?

Could it be…

Andrew Bennett shifted uneasily, but didn’t feel any tendency to turn into a sunflower, and was secretly relieved.

“Only today did the news arrive—three days ago, His Majesty… His Majesty passed away.”

The big man knelt down, weeping bitterly.

The villagers all knelt as well, wailing and recounting the emperor’s achievements: defeating the Turks, marrying the princess to Tibet… a series of actions that allowed everyone to enjoy a prosperous era.

Emperor Taizong of Tang has died?

No matter how calm Andrew Bennett tried to be, he couldn’t stay calm now.

He had actually transmigrated to the end of the Zhenguan era, and as luck would have it, as soon as his original self fell ill, Li Shimin passed away.

What is this?

That word became clearer and clearer in his mind.

“It’s this jinx! He’s the one who brought death to His Majesty!”

The big man shouted, and the villagers all stood up, murderous intent in their eyes as they closed in.

Andrew Bennett panicked, and that word popped into his mind as well.

Jinx!

The original self was a total jinx!

A woman who looked over forty shouted, “Last time my husband bumped into Andrew Bennett on the road, and the next day he went off to fool around with a harlot. I caught him in the act… This jinx, kill him!”

The big man shouted, “I, Brian Clark, as the village chief of The Clark Estate, will make the decision for everyone today… Throw him in!”

Ahead, by a freshly dug pit, several big men stood waiting with shovels, ready to throw Andrew Bennett in and then fill it in, completing the live burial.

Andrew Bennett lost his composure and shouted, “Is there no law here?”

He remembered that the laws of the Tang Dynasty were strict—was no one going to care about a live burial?

An old man shouted, “Here, we are the law!”

So-called imperial power does not reach the countryside—as long as everyone agrees to kill Andrew Bennett, no one will ever know.

Damn!

Andrew Bennett shivered and said, “His Majesty’s death has nothing to do with me!”

Brian Clark said coldly, “Nothing to do with you? When Emperor Gaozu died, you just happened to be born—was that a coincidence too?”

“Yes, it was just a coincidence!” Andrew Bennett felt there was no way this would end well.

“Coincidence?” Brian Clark roared, “Your maternal grandfather, your paternal grandfather, your parents—all died because of you. Even your teacher died. With a jinx like you, if we don’t get rid of you, we’ll all be killed by your bad luck!”

Boom!

A thunderous crash from the sky—a bolt from the blue!

Brian Clark pointed at the sky, shouting angrily, “Look, even the heavens can’t stand it. A jinx like you shouldn’t exist in this world!”

“That’s right!” The villagers were riled up.

“Throw him in!” Brian Clark shouted.

Four big men worked together, tossing Andrew Bennett into the pit.

Ouch!

Andrew Bennett landed on his butt, nearly splitting into four pieces.

He had just tried to stand up when a shovel swung down, sending a wave of dirt flying at him.

“Ptooey, ptooey, ptooey!”

Andrew Bennett raised his hands to block, but more and more dirt came down, and soon it was up to his knees.

“Ping’an!” His cousin David Clark woke up, calling out, “I promised Aunt I’d take care of you—I’ve let her down!”

Four years ago, everyone in the old Jia family except Andrew Bennett was taken by an illness. Before she died, Madam Yang clutched Andrew Bennett’s hand tightly, staring at David Clark, making him swear to look after his cousin, or else die covered in sores.

So David Clark was as grief-stricken as if he himself were about to be buried alive.

This really was a live burial!

Andrew Bennett’s mind raced, and suddenly a thought came to him, making him burst out laughing.

“Hahahaha… cough, cough, cough!”

He had just started laughing when dirt got into his mouth, nearly choking him.

The dirt was already up to his waist—if he waited any longer, he’d probably become the most miserable transmigrator in history.

Transmigrated and immediately buried alive—who’s ever been this unlucky?

Thinking of this, Andrew Bennett shouted, “You say I was born when Emperor Gaozu died, and I fell ill when the current emperor died—so what if I die?”

Brian Clark was stunned.

“That’s right! If he dies, who will he bring bad luck to?”

Andrew Bennett was born, Li Yuan died; Andrew Bennett fell ill, Li Shimin died; if everyone buried him alive today, who would die next?