Inside were the fierce souls he raised. This land wasn’t as peaceful and harmonious as they claimed, or else how could he, fresh from leaving the Tibetan region, have stumbled upon such a burial ground soaked in resentment?
It was a gift from heaven.
Once he stoked the resentment of this new soul to its peak and refined it into a supreme treasure, he wouldn’t just make up for his losses in Tibet—his power would rise to another level.
At that moment, the door behind him creaked open softly.
Jiang Yeqiu stepped out, cradling a woman in his arms.
She was completely naked, her skin flawless, but her eyes were hollow—like a newly manufactured doll, utterly unresponsive to everything around her.
He spotted Zhafu on the sofa and asked, his tone as casual as commenting on the weather:
“Zhafu-la! What did those two women want with you?”
Zhafu swirled the glass in his hand, the ice cubes clinking against the rim. He sneered, “Cooperation? That’s what they call cooperation? They just want to use me to stir up trouble here. In your Han saying, it’s ‘pulling chestnuts out of the fire.’”
He chuckled, dripping with disdain.
“If chaos comes, how do you enjoy life? Peace and quiet—that’s the only way to savor the finest wine and women.”
Jiang Yeqiu nodded. “We have an old saying in these parts: ‘Make a fortune silently.’ Forget big money, let’s start with some small gains, enough to live comfortably.”
Zhafu looked at him with an indulgent, almost paternal gaze. “Alright, Qiu-la, you understand these things better than I do. Keep playing your game. Tell me who catches your eye, and I’ll get them for you.”
(Among Tibetans, adding “la” to a close brother’s name shows affection.)
Jiang Yeqiu casually released his grip. The woman in his arms crumpled softly onto the expensive carpet, curling up motionless.
Without sparing her another glance, he dropped himself onto the sofa opposite Zhafu, pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, tapped one out, lit it, and took a deep drag.
“Overthinking it.”
Smoke billowed from his nostrils.
“Getting this guy under control is purely because he’s the biggest boss in the branch office. I have to get that director position. Otherwise, that bastard will just hand it over to his secretary, this ass-wiggling mistress.”
He nudged the woman on the carpet with his foot.
Then he kicked the man again.
“I busted my ass to bring in those results, and you want to promote your slutty lover?! On what grounds?”
He cursed under his breath, took another puff, and calmed down a little.
Zhafu shook his head, puzzled by his logic. “Since I can control him, Qiu-la, why still be his subordinate? Throw him into the river to feed the fish, and I’ll make you the boss instead. Wouldn’t that be simpler?”
“It’s different.”
Jiang Yeqiu flicked the ash from his cigarette.
“Boss? Who’d recognize some random guy showing up out of nowhere? I need a clean identity—one I build step by step, a life under the sun that no one can pin down.”
He looked at Zhafu’s exotic face, half-lost in the rules of modern society, and explained patiently:
“Society is a web, Zhafu-la. Identity is the knot in that web. Without a knot, you’re just the wind—gone after a gust. With a knot, you can tug the whole web.”
Zhafu didn’t argue.
Though he didn’t fully grasp it, he understood a bit. Back then, gravely wounded and near death, he’d arrived in this city, and Jiang Yeqiu had saved him.
Debts of gratitude had to be repaid. And when Jiang Yeqiu didn’t know about his abilities, he’d treated him decently—food, drink, and shelter.
Besides, he needed a guide—someone to help him blend into this strange new world.
Jiang Yeqiu was the perfect choice.
Jiang Yeqiu offered him shelter and direction; he offered Jiang Yeqiu power.
A fair trade.
And Jiang Yeqiu could even help him reach higher-level nodes. As long as he controlled those people, he could stay safely behind the scenes and enjoy everything.
Jiang Yeqiu stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray, stood up, and smoothed the wrinkles on his shirt.
“The director is just the first step.”
His voice wasn’t loud, but it carried an unshakable ambition.
“Once I’m firmly in place, Zhafu-la, I’ll take you to meet our company’s board chairman.”
He turned, a playful smirk curling at the corner of his mouth.
“Now that’s a truly interesting woman.”
Zhafu nodded but didn’t pay it much mind.
As night fell, he walked to the balcony and softly played a bone flute.
Something was released into the air.
“Go, enjoy your vengeance!”
Zhafu set the flute on the balcony. As long as the fierce soul got its fill, it would naturally return.
Wrapped in layers of resentment and soul fragments, the fierce soul surged outward.
—System: You’ve got a ghost in the house! Don’t you know?—
Lin Mo rested his chin on his hand. His spiritual sense could cover the entire city of Yangcheng.
But unless he actively checked, it was as good as not looking.
After all, Lin Mo wasn’t a computer; he didn’t run constant surveillance.
Right now, all he saw was the world outside the car window.
“Young Master Lin, that car up ahead—it’s been circling for a while now.”
Uncle Zhao couldn’t help but say.
“Follow it. Just some amateurs who didn’t master their craft.”
“Got it.”
Uncle Zhao knew a little about these matters but didn’t dare dig deeper.
In the other car, the incense stick Shouzhen held was nearly burned out. He frowned.
“It’s just ahead. The smoke’s getting thicker—that means we’re close.”
But before he finished, the smoke rising from the incense abruptly twisted in a different direction.
Shouzhen immediately looked out the window.
“The sun’s set. That fierce soul has stirred!”
Old Bai, seeing the direction the smoke pointed, made a U-turn at the next intersection.
Xia Zhi reacted fastest. She slapped the back of Old Bai’s seat. “Head to the city bureau! The criminal investigation unit! The fierce soul is going after the prisoners—it’s already killed everyone who crossed it, but the prisoners are still missing!”
Shouzhen caught on and shook his head.
“No. It won’t dare go near the police station. Fierce souls gather yin energy; police stations are places of righteous energy.”
In the back, Liu Zheng immediately dialed Kuang Jianhua.
“Old Kuang! Where are you?!”
“On my way back to the station. What’s up?”
“Quick! Go to the nearest police station! Now!”
On the other end, Kuang Jianhua was confused but grabbed his radio and ordered all vehicles to head for the nearest station.
“Remember, the fierce soul’s target is the prisoners in your convoy. You’re only safe once you’re inside the police station!”
Kuang Jianhua realized something was wrong. He turned and glanced at the officers escorting the prisoners in the rear.
The others were in different vehicles too.
He could only say, “Got it. We’re near—”
Before he could finish, a violent crash erupted over the phone!
Boom!
“Hey?! Jianhua! Jianhua!”
Liu Zheng shouted at the top of his lungs, but the call went dead.
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
