"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!
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
] [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!"
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
