Hecheng City Criminal Investigation Division.
A man wearing a fishing hat, his face covered in a thick beard, stared down at the three corpses laid out on the table. He simply extended his hand and lightly swept it a few inches above the bodies.
After a moment, he opened his eyes, his expression puzzled. Scratching the back of his neck, he shrugged helplessly.
"Case closed. Just file it as natural causes."
The officer standing nearby frowned.
"There's no way this looks like natural death."
Fishing Hat Man shook his head. "I didn't sense anything unusual. There are plenty of ways to control venomous snakes—like the Five Poisons Sect or the Witch Gu practitioners active in the Yunnan-Guizhou region—but they usually leave traces. Just wrap this up normally. I’ll report the rest. It’s out of your hands now."
The officer took a step forward.
"How can you say it's out of our hands? People are dead."
"People die. And these three were scumbags who deserved it. What’s the big deal? Besides, if the killer really is who we suspect, you regular cops wouldn’t stand a chance. You’d need something like the SDU."
"That’s a Hong Kong unit," the officer pointed out.
"I just like Stephen Chow movies. Look, for your own safety, drop the case. Leave it to us—Yanhuang Awakening. We prefer to recruit righteous individuals like this one."
Fishing Hat Man was clearly a chatterbox—responding to every sentence with a paragraph.
The officer pressed further.
"Righteous?! So you won’t punish the vigilante? They trampled over the law! These three should’ve faced trial!"
Fishing Hat Man turned to face him.
"Officer Li, I know you respect the law. But you should also know it’s flawed. How many loopholes have criminals exploited?
"Let me tell you this—a skilled person with a sense of justice is far less dangerous than three hardened criminals. He didn’t harm innocent civilians. That means there’s room for negotiation."
Officer Li couldn’t help but ask, "And if he does hurt ordinary people?"
The man flicked the brim of his hat. "Then he’ll end up just like these three."
With that, he waved a hand and walked off without another word.
Officer Li watched Fishing Hat Man’s retreating figure, then glanced back at the three corpses. Finally, he sighed.
In the blink of an eye, Fishing Hat Man arrived at the mountainside where the bodies had been discovered.
Days had passed since then, and rain had washed over the area. Normally, any traces would’ve been erased.
Yet, the man merely raised his hand. After a few seconds, as if sensing something, he strode deeper into the mountains.
Soon, he reached the actual spot where the three criminals had died.
Closing his eyes, he seemed to be absorbing the surroundings.
After a long while, he slowly opened them and pulled out his phone to make a call.
"Yeah, it’s me. I’m in Hecheng. Profile suggests a beast-controlling expert—or someone who couldn’t be bothered to act personally. Check if anyone from the Five Poisons Sect or Witch Gu tribe has been active in eastern Guangdong lately."
A pleasant female voice replied, "Got it. Any clues about their mindset?"
"Probably a principled type. After killing those three with venomous snakes, he had animals carry the bodies down the mountain to be found. Wanted the case closed without revealing himself."
"Understood. Keep investigating. Stay in touch."
Hanging up, Fishing Hat Man flicked his hat again, his expression resigned.
"How the hell am I supposed to track this down? Do I really have to comb through the entire mountain?"
—System: I told you already, this world is the Nine Heavens Realm—
February 22, 2013.
The Lantern Festival hadn’t arrived yet, but school was about to start.
Today was just the opening ceremony—no real classes yet. Just collecting textbooks, cleaning the classroom, and rearranging seats.
They’d switched seats multiple times last semester, but no one wanted the front row, so Lin Mo never bothered moving.
Now, he sat listening to classmates chatter about their winter break—trips with family, new foods, things they’d seen.
Except Jiang Yunlu wasn’t here.
Lin Mo had gotten her message earlier: her family was traveling abroad, but flight delays and cancellations due to weather had stranded them for days.
She’d asked their homeroom teacher, Chen Xiaoya, for a leave of absence, hoping to return by tomorrow.
If not for the trip, Jiang Yunlu would’ve tried meeting up with Lin Mo the moment he got back.
Meanwhile, many in class lamented how short winter break felt—like it barely started before ending.
Hearing this, Xue Zigui chimed in.
"According to the Education Bureau, high school winter breaks typically last three weeks, while summer breaks are seven to eight."
"That’s still short."
"It’s actually quite long."
"Who are you speaking for?"
"You know who."
On the other side, Fang Jun was bragging about how Lin Mo had boosted his rank to Diamond in League of Legends, and now he could hold his own without dropping.
"But damn, Old Mo climbed so fast—got me from Gold IV in just one afternoon..."
Before Fang Jun could keep gushing, Lin Mo cut in.
"Enough. Even if you keep praising me, I’m not taking orders. Too exhausting."
Truthfully, it wasn’t tiring—Lin Mo just didn’t want to waste time.
After more idle chatter, Chen Xiaoya arrived.
She took the podium and launched into the usual spiel. Lin Mo couldn’t recite it word for word, but he knew most of it was fluff.
The main point? "Get your heads back in the game."
Next came collecting homework.
Anyone who hadn’t finished was sent outside to complete it.
Luckily, Class 8 had a good academic atmosphere—no slackers.
That didn’t stop Chen Xiaoya from announcing a quiz right after the ceremony.
High school was all about intensity.
Before the assembly even started, teachers were already reviewing winter break assignments.
Halfway through, the bell rang, forcing everyone to head to the opening ceremony.
The ceremony was as dull as expected—speech after speech. Lin Mo, an honors student, had been asked to speak but declined.
Instead, the top-ranked sophomore took the stage.
Listening to the smooth delivery, Lin Jiajun muttered, "Sounds like he memorized the whole script. Zero emotion."
"Gotta hand it to the top student—memory’s insane. Flawless delivery," Lin Mo remarked.
As the class’s P.E. monitor, he stood at the front and could clearly see the speech tucked in the guy’s pocket. No idea if he wrote it himself, but he’d definitely added his own flair.
Once finished, the sophomore proudly strode off the stage.
e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"
+【Epic Battles!】 "Your Highness, they say Linxi Temple is miraculous. Won’t you make a wish?" "A wish? It should be making wishes to me." "That may be so, but since you’re already here..." "..." "Fine. Then grant this princess a consort to play with." "He must be obedient, devoted, and utterly infatuated with my body—so much so that he’d kneel and kiss my feet." "Your Highness, that’s not a consort. That’s a dog." "Then add clever, witty, heroic, ambitious yet pragmatic..." "Hmm, that’s enough for now. I’ll add more later." After tossing out these words half in jest, Princess Anle departed the temple—only to catch a fleeting glimpse of the Bodhisattva statue smiling at her. Meanwhile, Yang An, fresh out of university, was having a very bad day. Good news: He’d transmigrated into another world with a cheat granting tenfold combat power. Bad news: He’d immediately fallen into the clutches of a certain villainess. Good news: Said villainess possessed peerless beauty and royal status. Bad news: She was absolutely monstrous!!! In the frozen wilderness, Yang An knelt beneath Qin Guo’er’s feet, drenched in sweat despite the cold. Desperately clutching her porcelain-perfect foot—the very one poised to crush his throat—he could only think: How do I survive this?! Need answers NOW!
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
reezy rom-com) Good news: Jiang Liu is quite the ladies' man. Bad news: He’s lost his memory. Lying in a hospital bed, Jiang Liu listens to a parade of goddesses spouting "absurd claims," feeling like the world is one giant game of Werewolf. "Jiang Liu, I’m your first love." "Jiang Liu, you’re my boyfriend—she’s your ex." "Jiang Liu, we’re close friends who’ve shared a bed, remember?" "Jiang Liu, I want to have your baby." The now-lucid Jiang Liu is convinced this must be some elaborate scam... until someone drops the bombshell: "The day before you lost your memory, you confessed your feelings—and got into a relationship." Jiang Liu is utterly baffled. So... who the hell is his actual girlfriend?! ... Before recovering his memories, Jiang Liu must navigate this minefield of lies and sincerity, fighting to protect himself from these women’s schemes. But things spiral even further out of control as more people show up at his doorstep—each with increasingly unhinged antics. On the bright side, the memories he lost due to overwhelming trauma seem to be resurfacing. Great news, right? So why are they all panicking now?
