"Sir, ladies, have you seen any suspicious people entering the toilet in carriage nine?" The conductor asked cautiously.
Ye Fengwu pointed to the direction of carriage eleven, and said seriously: "Half an hour ago, I saw a sneaky person running out of carriage nine, then he went that way."
Hearing this, the conductor's face became even more cautious.
Ye Fengwu added worriedly: "Comrade police officer, is that bomb real? Are we going to die?"
The conductor frowned: "Of course it's real, don't make a fuss about it, we're trying to figure it out."
But Ye Fengwu said with a bitter face: "Comrade police officer, that person was carrying a bag, what if there are more bombs?"
Hearing this, the conductor's face changed drastically. He hurriedly took out his walkie-talkie and said urgently: "Emergency stop, there may be more bombs on the train."
As soon as he finished speaking, the speed of the entire train slowed down immediately.
Beside him, Yang Shuxi muttered with a small face: "What a good actor."
Ye Fengwu glared at Yang Shuxi fiercely. Yang Shuxi shrank her neck and quickly turned her little face away.
Luo Yihuaung and Lin Yu didn't dare make any rash moves either. They knew this person's capabilities. If they called the police, not only would they die, even this conductor would be implicated.
After putting down the walkie-talkie, the conductor frowned and looked at Ye Fengwu, then said: "Take out your IDs."
Ye Fengwu very obediently handed his ID to the conductor.
The conductor took the ID and frowned: "Ye Fengwu, from Haihua City, what do you do for a living?"
When they heard the three words Ye Fengwu, a different look immediately appeared in Luo Yihuaung and Lin Yu's eyes.
Ye Fengwu smiled foolishly and said, "I do odd jobs. I'm taking my wife and two sisters-in-law back to my hometown to see my mother."
Speaking, Ye Fengwu suddenly put his arm around Luo Yihuaung's waist, and felt a piece of softness in his palm.
Luo Yihuaung's body suddenly stiffened, and her eyes were full of anger. This was the first time a man had touched her, but in order to survive, she gritted her teeth and endured it.
The conductor glanced at Luo Yihuaung, Lin Yu and Yang Shuxi, and jealously thought: This kid is dressed like a migrant worker, but his wife and sisters-in-law are so beautiful, he really has good luck with women.
After returning Ye Fengwu's ID, the conductor was about to continue checking Luo Yihuaung, Lin Yu and Yang Shuxi's IDs.
But Ye Fengwu was already frowning, because Lin Yu was still in a weak state and simply couldn't take out her ID herself. That would inevitably cause trouble.
Ye Fengwu surreptitiously looked towards carriage nine. He was waiting.
"There are dead people here, my God, they have guns!"
Just as the conductor was about to check the IDs of Luo Yihuaung and the others, a scream suddenly came from carriage nine.
Seeing this, how could the conductor still check the IDs? He turned around and ran towards carriage nine.
Ye Fengwu also breathed a sigh of relief. At this moment, Luo Yihuaung forcibly removed Ye Fengwu's magic hand from her waist, and said coldly: "Everything is under your control. It seems I can't die for the time being."
But Ye Fengwu just laughed and said, "You can't die, but you'll have to suffer a bit."
Hearing this, Luo Yihuaung's brows furrowed again.
At this time, the train had slowly come to a stop, and the broadcast sounded again: "This is the driver of this train. Due to the emergency, please all passengers disembark."
Following the driver's announcement, the train's alarm also sounded, and all the doors opened one after another.
Ye Fengwu put his arm around Luo Yihuaung's waist again and said, "Let's go, there may still be bombs on the train."
Being held by Ye Fengwu again, Luo Yihuaung's whole body was tightly pressed against Ye Fengwu's chest. She struggled angrily: "Let me go, I can walk by myself."
Ye Fengwu didn't let go, but said coldly: "Keep your arrogance if you want to live."
Then he forcibly tried to take Luo Yihuaung off the train with him.
Luo Yihuaung struggled desperately, and shouted angrily again: "I can't leave them behind."
Luo Yihuaung looked at the weak Lin Yu, and those unconscious bodyguards. If there really were still bombs on this carriage, they wouldn't be able to leave in time.
Ye Fengwu frowned, then reached out and took Lin Yu into his arms too, and said, "I won't carry men."
Then he got off the train directly. Yang Shuxi didn't dare stay either, and followed Ye Fengwu off the train.
In less than a minute, the dense passengers ran out of the train.
The train was heading towards Jinhai City, and had only been traveling for an hour so far. In front of them was a small forest in the distance, without a single house or path.
After getting off the train, Ye Fengwu's eyes began to look around at the running crowd. Suddenly, his eyes froze as he saw more than a dozen men in black coming quickly from the carriage in the distance.
Their eyes were clearly looking at Luo Yihuaung in his arms.
Ye Fengwu turned again, and saw a man and a woman coming from the other side. The man was tall and sturdy, his solid figure stretching the leather jacket exceptionally full.
The woman had purple hair, a fiery figure comparable to Chen Nan, and the tight leather clothes made the crowd's blood boil.
In an instant, Ye Fengwu's face became solemn. He felt danger from the man and woman. They were probably the ones who had seriously injured Lin Qiang and lightly injured Liu Hui and Yang Lu.
Luo Yihuaung also noticed the two-sided encirclement, and also saw the solemnity in Ye Fengwu's eyes.
"It seems I'm really valuable," Luo Yihuaung said mockingly.
Ye Fengwu glared at Luo Yihuaung and said unpleasantly, "Maybe it's for your body."
After speaking, Ye Fengwu directly handed the weak Lin Yu to Yang Shuxi and said, "I leave her to you."
Then Ye Fengwu pulled Luo Yihuaung and ran towards the woods.
It wasn't that Ye Fengwu was apprehensive of these killers, it was just that with Luo Yihuaung by his side, he had to ensure her safety.
Seeing Ye Fengwu run away with Luo Yihuaung, the killers immediately turned their guns to chase after them.
After rushing through the woods, there was a highway outside, and a truck happened to be driving by.
Ye Fengwu really wanted to kill these killers and avenge Lin Qiang and the others, but he knew the two superhumans would be hard to deal with. That would put Luo Yihuaung in danger.
So Ye Fengwu grabbed Luo Yihuaung and ran towards the highway, trying to stop the truck.
Seeing this, Luo Yihuaung's face paled and she cried out, "Are you crazy? We'll be hit to death!"
Because the truck showed no signs of slowing down at all.
Ye Fengwu said, "We'll jump on the back to shake off those people first."
Luo Yihuaung said in astonishment, "The truck is going so fast, how can we jump on?"
Not to mention the truck was traveling over 100 kph, even the rear compartment was at least two meters high. How could humans jump onto a compartment two meters high on a truck going 100 kph?
As she spoke, the truck had reached them.
Suddenly Ye Fengwu picked up Luo Yihuaung. Luo Yihuaung's face immediately filled with anger, and just as she struggled, she felt her whole body fly up.
Ye Fengwu jumped over the more than two meter high truck railings while holding Luo Yihuaung, and steadily landed in the cargo hold.
At this moment, Luo Yihuaung was shocked and puzzled, looking at Ye Fengwu as if looking at a monster.
Could this person fly? He had actually jumped over two meters high while holding her.
Seeing Luo Yihuaung dazed, Ye Fengwu said unpleasantly, "What, reluctant to get off now?"
Hearing this, Luo Yihuaung came to her senses that she was being held by a man. When she left Ye Fengwu's embrace, she couldn't help covering her nose and frowning.
Because this truck seemed to have transported livestock before, with feces and waste everywhere that hadn't been cleaned up.
"Squat down," Ye Fengwu suddenly pushed Luo Yihuaung down.
Caught off guard, Luo Yihuaung lost her balance and plopped down, sitting right on a piece of dried feces. This made the usually fastidious her furious.
But she knew she was a hostage, even if she hated to cut this person into thousands of pieces, at this moment she was unable to do so, so she could only grit her teeth and endure.
Ye Fengwu looked up into the distance, only to see those dozen or so assassins wandering on the highway.
Luo Yihuaung took a deep breath and said indifferently, "Let's talk about the conditions again."
Ye Fengwu glanced at Luo Yihuaung and snorted, "Does it have to do with money?"
"It has to do with your life," Luo Yihuaung said lightly.
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
