"Are you asking if there are any strange things in our village?" The old man spoke in a strong local dialect, and Fang Zhiyi had to listen carefully to understand him. After thinking for a while, the old man shook his head and said, "There aren't any strange things here. Our ancestors have lived here for generations. If there were any strange things, we would have moved away long ago."
Fang Zhiyi nodded.
The old man looked at the live - streaming equipment that Fang Zhiyi took out of his backpack, and a flash of nervousness crossed his eyes. "Kid, are you a journalist?"
Fang Zhiyi didn't catch what he said. "Huh?"
"I'm asking if you're a journalist?" The old man raised his voice.
Fang Zhiyi shook his head with a smile. "No."
"Then what are these things for?"
Fang Zhiyi explained, "For live - streaming. Do you know what live - streaming is?"
The old man looked utterly confused but didn't say anything more.
Fang Zhiyi tried it out. The signal here was so poor that it basically didn't meet the conditions for a live - stream. That meant this trip was basically a pure loss.
At this time, he also saw the message from the person who provided the address.
"I'm in the village."
"Come out. Tell me where the ghosts are here?"
The other person still didn't say a word.
"I've asked. They said there has never been any strange things in this village. Ghosts? Come on." Fang Zhiyi had his reasons for saying this. After all, anyone who had climbed a mountain for a whole day and then come down would feel terrible.
"There are strange things here! He's lying to you!!!" The person on the other end seemed very excited.
Fang Zhiyi frowned. "Tell me then."
But to his surprise, the other person stopped talking.
"Which household do you live in? I'll come to find you."
"You can't find me. I'm not lying. There are really strange things in this village!" That person seemed very insistent on emphasizing this point.
Just as Fang Zhiyi was about to press further, he suddenly looked up, and his heart skipped a beat. The face of the house owner peeked out from the side of the door and stared at him, showing an extremely creepy smile.
"Scared you? Kid, I'm asking if you want to eat."
Fang Zhiyi patted his chest. He didn't find any ghosts but was almost scared to death by a human.
"I don't want to eat. I want to sleep first."
The old man nodded, and his eyes swept across the phone in Fang Zhiyi's hand.
"Is there really no strange things here? Even legends are okay."
The old man still shook his head. "No. Our village has excellent feng shui. Where would those strange things come from? You should rest quickly and leave tomorrow."
After the old man left, Fang Zhiyi looked at his phone again. That person still didn't reply.
"These days, there are really a lot of liars," Little Hei said.
But Fang Zhiyi seemed to be deep in thought.
"Not necessarily."
"Huh?"
"I feel something is off. I just can't put my finger on it."
In the middle of the night, Fang Zhiyi heard faint noises. But when he got up and looked out of the window, it was pitch - black outside and he could see nothing. Fang Zhiyi pricked up his ears and only heard the wind. The wind sounded like a woman crying.
He shook his head and lay down to sleep again.
There was no abnormality throughout the night.
The next morning, after stuffing a piece of bread into his mouth, Fang Zhiyi went out wandering on his own. When the old man asked him, he said he was going out for a walk.
The village wasn't big, but the roads were very complicated. At several fork - roads, Fang Zhiyi almost walked into other people's yards, which made the dogs in the yards bark desperately. Facing the questions from those people, fortunately, the old man came to his rescue.
"Kid, go back when you've had enough," the old man said.
Fang Zhiyi didn't answer. He just walked back with his head down.
When he reached the old man's house, he stopped.
"I said, why have you been following me all the time?"
The old man was stunned for a moment and forced a smile. "Kid, this is my home. I have to go home too, right?"
Fang Zhiyi shook his head. "What I mean is, why have you been following me since I went out? When I was scolded by the people in your village, you showed up right away." He sized up the old man from top to bottom. "Even if you're fast, you couldn't have flown there from here."
The old man's face changed. "Kid, I was just afraid you'd get lost in the village. I was being kind to follow you, and you think I'm a bad guy? Get out! Pack your things and leave!"
He was obviously annoyed and even stepped forward to shove Fang Zhiyi.
Fang Zhiyi dodged to the side.
"Also, there are only about thirty households in your village, and most of them are men. At this time of the year in other villages, the able - bodied laborers have gone out to work. Are the people in your village so rich that they don't need to work outside?"
"You, what are you talking about? I was kind enough to let you stay, and this is what you say?" The old man raised his voice, which also attracted the neighbors nearby.
Several strong men came running with clubs in their hands. "Uncle Yan! What's going on?"
The old man pointed at Fang Zhiyi. "He's a journalist!"
Fang Zhiyi raised his eyebrows. "I'm not a journalist. But when you mention it, I just remembered that you seem to be very concerned about my identity..."
Before he could finish speaking, someone immediately waved a club and attacked him.
But Fang Zhiyi was never afraid of a fight. He dodged nimbly, reached out and grabbed the man's wrist. With just a little force, a crisp sound came from the man's wrist.
"Ah!!" The man's club fell to the ground. Fang Zhiyi hooked it with his toe, gave it a light flick, and the club flew up. He caught it in his hand.
He sniffed slightly. "Sure enough, there's something wrong. There's the smell of blood on this club."
"You're looking for death!" The other three men waved their clubs at him together. Fang Zhiyi reached out and grabbed Old Man Yan, pulling him in front of himself. Those men were clearly going all out. The clubs hit the old man, and he immediately let out a scream.
"You were urging me to leave. You're afraid I'll find something, right?" Fang Zhiyi let go, allowing the old man to fall to the ground.
"Beat him to death! He's a journalist!" Someone shouted loudly. Soon, several more men came running in a hurry from not far away.
It seemed that they had been following from a distance.
Fang Zhiyi sighed. "I didn't expect that in modern society, there would still be all this fighting."
Seeing that he was surrounded, he simply pressed the club against the pale - faced Old Man Yan's head. "If anyone steps forward, I'll kill him."
But to his surprise, these villagers weren't afraid at all.
"Have the guts to kill him. Anyway, you won't be able to get out!" Someone shouted defiantly.
"Tsk." Fang Zhiyi immediately gave up the method of holding a hostage.
The first two villagers who rushed up were knocked to the ground by his extremely fast stick - fighting skills. Someone immediately shouted, "This guy is good. Be careful!"
A villager raised the hoe in his hand and smashed it down towards Fang Zhiyi. He clearly wanted to take Fang Zhiyi's life. Fang Zhiyi squinted his eyes, gently waved the club in his hand, and hit the villager's hand back. The villager let out a scream, and the hoe missed the mark and landed on the ground beside Fang Zhiyi, hitting Old Man Yan's leg. The old man let out another scream in pain.
Immediately afterwards, Fang Zhiyi let the club in his hand fall to the ground and then quickly lifted it up!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
saw a female celebrity tied up and stuffed in the trunk! Little did he know, countless cameras were aimed at him at this moment - this was a new type of reality show. The first randomly selected passerby was caught in less than an hour. But when Xu Moru was selected, things started to take an unexpected turn. "Damn, this isn't how the script goes. This Xu Moru is too bold, he's not following the rules at all." "Crap, is this guy taking it seriously?" "The female celebrity has been scared to tears!"
