"Ahhhh!" Several girls screamed simultaneously.
Liu Bo was also feeling a bit uneasy at this point. Nervously, he said, "We're screwed—the Bottle Spirit won't leave!"
"What do we do now? Hurry up and send it away!" Zhang Ziming panicked.
"Inviting spirits is easy; sending them away is hard," Liu Bo muttered, taking a deep breath as he examined the bottle from all angles.
With a serious tone, he addressed the bottle, "We’re sorry, Bottle Spirit. We were wrong to disturb you. Please, return to where you came from!"
His hands trembled slightly as he picked up the bottle.
Seeing this, Su Yang stood up and snatched it from him.
"I don’t believe this nonsense! Let me try!" he declared, spinning the bottle on the table.
After another ten seconds, the bottle’s opening pointed directly at the word: "Danger!"
At that exact moment, every light in the living room went out.
A split second of eerie silence was shattered by piercing screams filling the spacious room.
Panic erupted instantly. Xia Keke, Han Xiaoyu, and Yang Yuwei bolted barefoot, shrieking as they scrambled out.
Meng Wenzhou instinctively retreated toward the floor-to-ceiling windows the moment the lights died.
A chill ran down Su Yang’s spine. Frowning, he turned toward Liu Bo’s shadowy figure on the couch.
"Hey, fatso—are you pulling some trick?!" He grabbed Liu Bo’s wrist.
But Liu Bo sat motionless, head lowered.
Liu Wenxin and Liu Meng had already vanished from sight.
Sensing something off, Su Yang yanked Liu Bo forward and growled, "Liu Bo!!!"
Slowly, Liu Bo lifted his head.
His face was ghostly pale, lips stretched into a grotesque grin, eyes rolled back—only the whites visible.
Pan Ning, Tang Ziyun, and Yaya shrieked at the sight and fled.
Su Yang’s heart leaped, but he held his ground, delivering a sharp punch to Liu Bo’s face.
Liu Bo yelped and toppled over.
As Su Yang moved to strike again, Liu Bo frantically waved his arms. "Ow! Yang! Bro! It’s me—I was faking! Stop hitting!"
"What the hell?! Are you human or a ghost?" Su Yang kept his fist raised while pulling out his phone, shining its light on Liu Bo.
"Lights on!" Su Yang barked.
Liu Bo scrambled for the remote under the table and clicked it. The living room brightened again.
By now, the couch area was deserted except for Su Yang and Liu Bo. The others had scattered.
Only Meng Wenzhou remained by the distant windows. Su Yang glanced over—the villa’s front door stood ajar, some having fled outside.
Meng Wenzhou, recovering, walked over. Su Yang smirked. "Liu Bo, you had a winning hand and still messed it up."
Rubbing his face, Liu Bo groaned, "What? Ow… that hurt."
"Serves you right," Meng Wenzhou chuckled.
"If you wanted to scare people, you should’ve gotten someone else to play the ghost. Now Liu Wenxin, who finally showed interest in you, probably thinks you’re an actual specter."
"Damn, I didn’t think of that!" Liu Bo frantically scanned the room for Liu Wenxin.
Some girls had dashed upstairs; others had bolted outside—genuinely terrified.
Only Pan Ning and Tang Ziyun lingered near the bar counter. They approached once the lights returned.
"It was Liu Bo’s doing."
"You idiot!" Pan Ning glared.
Liu Bo scratched his head sheepishly. "My bad. Let’s get everyone back. Wait—where’s Zhang Ziming?"
"No clue." Meng Wenzhou pulled out his phone and typed in their group chat:
LonelyMe: @Everyone! Where’d you all go?! It was just Liu Bo messing around. Get back here!
NightBug: Holy crap! Scared me to death! Coming!
Soon, the group trickled back from various directions.
Liu Bo offered an apologetic grin. "Sorry, everyone. There’s no such thing as spirits—I made it all up."
"Then how did the bottle always land on the right answer?" Xia Keke demanded.
"I cheated a little," Liu Bo admitted.
Liu Wenxin pouted. "You’re the worst, Liu Bo. Now I’m too scared to sleep alone."
Liu Bo’s eyes lit up. "No worries. Let’s just drink and relax. The mood’ll lighten."
Gradually, the group settled back onto the couches, resuming their fun.
By 2:30 AM, only Su Yang and Pan Ning remained sober. The others were thoroughly drunk.
Liu Wenxin, cheeks flushed, leaned drowsily against Liu Bo’s shoulder.
Meng Wenzhou rubbed his temples. "We should call it. We’ve got a flight tomorrow afternoon."
Several girls were already passed out. Liu Meng helped Tang Ziyun and Han Xiaoyu to their rooms.
Zhang Ziming escorted Shen Yixue out.
After lingering a bit longer, the rest dispersed to their rooms.
Su Yang and Pan Ning retired together. Xia Keke waited until the others left before following Meng Wenzhou.
The remaining girls each took separate rooms.
Finally, only Liu Bo and Liu Wenxin remained in the living room.
After a quiet pause, Liu Wenxin peeked shyly at Liu Bo.
"I’m heading to bed~"
"Which floor?" Liu Bo stood.
"Fourth."
"Me too..."
......
The night passed swiftly.
At 8 AM, Su Yang and Pan Ning woke together.
—System, check in.
[Check-in successful. Reward: 50,000.]
(Pan Ning’s stomachache had called a truce the previous night.)
After freshening up, everyone gathered in the living room.
Su Yang noticed Liu Bo’s radiant grin and Liu Wenxin’s bashful stance beside him. He smirked.
Once packed, they left the villa.
An hour later, their yacht docked at Linglong Bay.
Su Yang’s group bid farewell to Yang Yuwei’s five at the roadside. Liu Wenxin glanced back at Liu Bo reluctantly before turning away.
"So, Liu Bo, she’s not coming to Haicheng with you?" Meng Wenzhou teased.
"Who said she isn’t?"
"Oh?" Zhang Ziming perked up.
"She’s wrapping up some things today. Tomorrow, she’s flying to Haicheng to see me. Bros—I’m officially off the market!"
"No way! One night, and she’s chasing you to another city?"
"Hey, I’ve got charm."
After more banter, Su Yang’s six and Tang Ziyun’s four split to collect luggage from their hotels.
2:00 PM.
All ten boarded the flight back to Haicheng.
Su Yang suddenly remembered the McLaren Senna parked in Shenhai Manor’s garage. His pulse quickened.
‘Senna, Senna—I’m coming home! First thing, I’m taking you for a spin!’
‘My first real supercar! Wonder what color the system gifted me…’
[Ding, detected host's excitement, reward 800,000 yuan]
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
spital. Good news: I've bound a system. Bad news: I'm still a baby. "Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river, do not bully the middle-aged for being poor — Divorce Comeback System." "Your marriage may have failed, but your luck in love has never run dry. Your childhood sweetheart, out of contact for twenty years, reappears. Her beauty remains, yet her eyes are brimming with tears." [Listen to the childhood sweetheart's sorrowful story.] Chen Zhi looked down at the diaper he was wearing, then at the little childhood sweetheart crying her heart out beside him, and fell into deep thought. Can anyone relate? I'm having a midlife crisis at an age where even rolling over is a struggle.
ver to a world of cultivation and returned invincible. Modern medicine is child's play compared to elixirs; technological might crumbles before true cultivation. My name is Qin Ning, Earth's sole cultivator!
