Ashes Of Deep Sea - Chapter 149 - 153: Temporal Lockdown

The dead cannot speak.

It means the living can create any story they want.

Inheritance, honor and wealth can be taken away by lies.

However, what happens when a person, who was presumed to be dead, returns alive?

Top Special Agent, Wu Mei, was murdered in a conspiracy. When she opened her eyes again, she found herself transmigrated into the body of the gorgeous, abandoned wife of a handsome, wealthy man and… She was sleeping with him!

The handsome man placed the divorce papers in front of her and said, “Let’s get a divorce. I’ll give you one hundred million.”

Father: “If you don’t get the money from President Li, your mother will pay with her life!”

Stepmother: “Quickly get a divorce and let your younger sister take your place!”

A sly smile crept up Wu Mei’s face. She agreed, “Sure. But... you’ll have to raise the stakes.”

After her divorce, Wu Mei became stronger and stronger. She dealt with her stepmother and punished scumbags. She was awesome!

Gradually, her true identity was revealed – A medical genius, hacker, businesswoman… Her existence shook the world!

All the big shots knelt before her. “Whoever messes with her, messes with us!”

Then, at a cocktail party, someone saw…

The almighty Mr. Li clinging onto Wu Mei’s waist, his eyes red as he begged, “Let’s get married again. I’ll even give you my life.”

Just like before, Wu Mei smiled slyly and said, “You’ll have to raise the stakes.”

The amiable looking patriarch is gazing at a stone monkey: “Wukong, what do you want to learn from me?” “It’s all up to master’s instruction.” The stone monkey respectfully replied: “As long as I will be able to beat up Tathagata, then it’s alright.” One hundred years later, the stone monkey defeated Tathagata and ascended the throne, becoming the Jade Emperor.

- Description from rhadoko

The protracted ’witch hunting’ had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years’ War, and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise. Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said— “Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!”