[This tree was planted by Yinshan Academy—Ye Shuang, Bai Yuyou, Tang Keke, Tao Xiaotao, An Shiyu, An Shiyi, and others]
After writing the words on the sign, Ye Shuang briefly checked it.
"The handwriting is a bit ugly," An Shiyu said from the side.
"I tried my best," Ye Shuang said helplessly, feeling that his handwriting was actually decent and quite neat.
"Brother, will this sign be blown away if a typhoon hits?" Tang Keke asked, standing nearby. She felt the wind on the mountain was quite strong; if a typhoon came, this wooden board would probably be blown right off, right?
"Probably not?" Ye Shuang wasn't too sure either. After all, they wouldn't come back here in the future, and no one would specifically check if the sign was still there.
"Otherwise, carve the words into the tree," An Shiyu said.
"That's not good. Whether carving words on a tree or writing 'I was here' on historical monuments, it fundamentally shows a lack of respect for others and for culture," Ye Shuang told An Shiyu.
"I was just saying." Seeing Ye Shuang looking like he was about to lecture her, An Shiyu immediately covered her ears in disgust.
Ye Shuang smiled slightly.
"Brother, why don't we bury it a bit deeper?" Tang Keke looked enthusiastic. She had worked very hard to plant these trees, so they had to make sure the names stayed for a long time, right?
"Deeper..."
"Yeah, push harder, Brother?"
"Alright." Ye Shuang could only give it a try. He gripped the wooden sign tightly and pressed down, but perhaps because the soil had already been filled in, it didn't have much effect.
Seeing this, Ye Shuang looked around and finally locked onto the rock that had jarred Tang Keke's palm when they were digging the hole earlier.
Picking up the rock, Ye Shuang pounded the wooden sign down a few times. The effect seemed decent; he wiggled it slightly and it felt much sturdier.
Bai Yuyou and Taozi were still helping to stomp the dirt down. It could only be said that everyone was trying their best to make this sign more secure.
Fortunately, the result looked pretty good. Even when Ye Shuang asked Bai Yuyou to push it a bit harder, the wooden sign didn't fall over.
"That's good, we've done all we can."
"It looks a bit plain. Can we add some words?" An Shiyu asked, seeing there was still space on the wooden sign.
"Hmm? What do you want to write?"
"[My body is also buried under one of these trees. Guess whose name it is?]" An Shiyu raised a finger and said.
"Do you think this is a horror story?" Ye Shuang retorted.
"It's pretty fun."
"It won't be fun if someone actually digs up the hole. Besides, out here in the wilderness..." Ye Shuang said, noticing at this moment that An Shiyi had driven the excavator back to their side.
"I'm back," An Shiyi said, getting down from the excavator.
Ye Shuang glanced in the direction An Shiyi had come from. A lot of people had gathered over there, chattering about something. However, from their expressions, it seemed they had discovered something surprising.
"What happened? Why is it so lively?" Ye Shuang looked a bit curious.
"Oh, nothing. Just that I dug up a corpse just now. The police will be here in a bit," An Shiyi said, inspecting the bucket of her excavator.
"Hmm... It won't get dirty, right? I just bought this excavator."
Ye Shuang: "..."
Are you saying something incredibly messed up right now?
However, Ye Shuang just assumed this girl was spouting her usual nonsense, until police cars arrived to lock down the scene, and a teacher came over to ask Ye Shuang to help maintain order. Only then did he look at An Shiyi with a dumbfounded expression.
"Wait? Is this real?"
"Hmm?" Seeing Ye Shuang's bewildered expression, An Shiyi just kept her hands in her pockets.
"I love telling the truth."
By this time, a few of the girls had already gone over to watch the commotion, and many students were even taking photos with their phones to post on their social media feeds.
Actually, finding a corpse in the wilderness wasn't a very strange occurrence, especially in areas with water.
Murderer: I know a perfect spot to dump a body, absolutely no one knows about it.
Fisherman: I know a perfect fishing spot, absolutely no one knows about it.
Coincidences like that often happen. Many so-called missing persons might just be resting at the bottom of some reservoir or buried in the dirt.
"..."
Seeing everyone gathering to look, Ye Shuang initially told Bai Yuyou not to look at such a terrifying thing. But then he realized that the so-called corpse had already skeletonized. It didn't look that scary, roughly resembling the skeleton models in the biology lab.
Moreover, Bai Yuyou didn't feel anything; she just blinked.
"Did you dig up someone's grave?" An Shiyu asked An Shiyi.
"If it was a grave, even if they didn't have money for a coffin, they would at least buy a straw mat, right?" An Shiyi said, crossing her arms.
"True."
At this time, the surrounding students were also discussing it animatedly. However, to everyone, this was mostly just a novelty. But there were also timid ones, like Tang Keke and Taozi. The two girls were covering each other's eyes, looking like they wanted to see but didn't dare to.
"Alright, alright, don't disturb the uncles' work. Let's go back."
At this moment, Ye Shuang also started to maintain discipline on their side, so that the students' behavior wouldn't interfere with the police's work.
This tree-planting activity ended hastily, and Ye Shuang's group became one of the first batches of people from Yinshan Academy to return.
This incident also quickly spread throughout the academy, though it didn't cause much of a stir. It was said that such things happened every few years at Yinshan Academy, so much so that the veteran teachers of the academy were completely unfazed by it.
"With something like this happening, I'm really exhausted." Having just returned to the academy's infirmary, Ye Shuang turned on the air conditioner and silently sat on a chair to rest.
Just maintaining order among the students wasn't an easy task; it was simply a double torture of body and mind.
"It's alright, it's just some bones." Compared to Ye Shuang's state, the two fishes leaning against the back of their chairs seemed completely at ease, even discussing what to eat for dinner.
"I'm amazed you guys feel nothing at all," Ye Shuang couldn't help but say.
"I think living people are a bit scarier than bones," An Shiyu said, waving her phone. "Especially a two-meter-tall gorilla."
"Indeed, feels like a guy who could hand-rub bullets," An Shiyi agreed deeply.
"Do you think that thing has any weaknesses?"
"Maybe it likes drinking breast milk."
"What on earth are you guys talking about?" Ye Shuang was lost again.
Some gaming terminology?
"Alright, I've rested enough. I need to head out too." Ye Shuang rested for a little while and then stood up.
"Where to?"
"The school board director's office," Ye Shuang said. "Didn't you say the school board director was looking for me?"
"Oh, oh, we'll go too." Saying that, the two fishes followed along.
"Fine." After all, she was Anshi Yilang's granddaughter, so Ye Shuang didn't say anything more.

pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"

with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!

rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”