A long time later, Su Xun learned of his younger brother's death. That kind - hearted child was the only one in the family who cared about him. He attended the funeral and saw the venomous looks in his parents' eyes.
His mother kicked and cursed at him, but Wang Lei unceremoniously pushed her away.
"Let me tell you, we're handling your family's funeral. If you keep causing trouble, do you believe I'll make sure your son won't rest in peace?"
This threat worked. Throughout the funeral, Su Xun's parents didn't cause any more trouble.
At the end, as Su Xun silently packed up his things, he saw his younger brother's soul being taken away by the ghost messengers. Before leaving, the child even waved at him.
A shrill woman's voice came from behind: "Su Xun! You jinx!"
His mother's angry and distorted face appeared in his sight.
"I said back then that I didn't want you, didn't want you! That old geezer insisted on picking you up! The fortune - telling blind man said you were a jinx! I left you in the mountains, but that old fool went and found you!"
Su Xun looked utterly shocked.
Wang Lei immediately flew into a rage: "You're the jinx! What era is it now? Still believing in that feudal superstitious nonsense?"
It seemed he'd forgotten that his business was all about making money from such things.
The woman glared at Su Xun hatefully: "Are you happy now? You even jinxed my son to death!"
Su Xun didn't hear the rest of the words. Wang Lei pushed and shoved him into the car. Through the glass, he could only see the desperate mother screaming in anger.
"What kind of people are they! I haven't even settled the score with them for getting someone to kidnap me, and now they're scolding you? What kind of parents are these?"
Su Xun remembered what the Master had said.
"Forget it. Maybe my fate is supposed to be like this."
"Don't believe in that nonsense." Wang Lei was driving and casually pointed at the incense and candles piled up in the back. "Don't be fooled by the fact that we make money from these things. We only sell them, we don't use them ourselves."
He paused for a moment. "But have you really learned from the Master? You should at least learn a few tricks to back me up next time."
Su Xun looked at Wang Lei and couldn't help but smile.
The Master had taken him to deal with many strange things, but he never made money from it.
To put it bluntly, their current livelihood depended entirely on Wang Lei.
"Say, have you noticed that our Master has been acting a bit strange lately?"
"Huh? Isn't he always strange?"
"No." Wang Lei lit a cigarette and took a deep puff. "He's been grinning like an idiot lately. Based on my years of observation and analysis..." Wang Lei said mysteriously.
"He's probably in love."
"Pfft!" The water in Su Xun's mouth sprayed out.
"Hey? What are you doing?"
"Him? In love?" Su Xun couldn't believe it. Wang Lei didn't know, but Su Xun was well - aware that like him, Zhao Chengyang was fated to be lonely and was unlikely to fall in love.
"See, you don't believe me. Doesn't he always suddenly start grinning like an idiot and then secretly send messages? And... forget it. You wouldn't understand anyway. You're also a single dog."
Su Xun frowned. Could it be true?
He never expected that Wang Lei's speculation would be completely right.
When Zhao Chengyang introduced his girlfriend to them, he had a shy smile on his face, which made the two of them feel goose - bumps all over.
The girl named Zheng Li looked ordinary, but she had a very amiable smile and spoke very gently.
Most importantly, she could cook very well. She didn't mind the cramped space in their shop and managed to cook four dishes. Wang Lei and Su Xun were overjoyed. You know, usually they either ate instant noodles or just grabbed something nearby. If it was Zhao Chengyang cooking, it was a disaster.
That guy was the type who could mistake sugar for salt, and the worst part was that he didn't even notice it himself!
Su Xun watched the Master beaming with joy and felt a faint sense of worry. He remembered the Master saying that for those fated to be lonely, if they met a good partner, the ending wouldn't be good.
But after all, those were just legends. Maybe the Master was just scaring him?
Since that day, Zheng Li often came over. When she came, she'd cook for them and act like a real Mistress, urging them to change their clothes and eat on time. Wang Lei and Su Xun both felt a bit embarrassed.
Su Xun asked the Master if he had known about his situation from the start. Zhao Chengyang denied it.
However, Zhao Chengyang said, "I just noticed that your fate was similar to mine, so I decided to take you as my disciple."
They had a very happy time for a while. Wang Lei was making money, Su Xun was learning the art of Taoism from Zhao Chengyang and was starting to get the hang of it, and Zhao Chengyang was in love.
But a month later, a change occurred.
The Mistress didn't come that day, and the Master received a phone call and rushed out in a hurry.
When he came back, it was already midnight. He was soaking wet and seemed to have lost his soul. He was holding a thermos as if it was something very important and clung to it tightly. Even when Su Xun stepped forward to pull him in, Zhao Chengyang immediately flinched away. His eyes were full of bloodshot, and he just stared at Su Xun. After a long time, he carried the thermos into the back compartment.
Wang Lei soon found out the news. Their Mistress had been in a car accident and had died on the spot.
Su Xun thought of the thermos the Master was holding and realized something.
Obviously, the Master had trapped the Mistress's soul!
He was no longer the naive newbie he used to be. If one detained a ghost soul without permission, big trouble would follow!
He burst into the compartment. Zhao Chengyang was rummaging around in a panic. The compartment was full of half - drawn talismans.
"It doesn't work. This one doesn't work either. What on earth should I do..."
He suddenly turned to look at Su Xun.
Su Xun was a bit scared.
But after a moment, he still slowly said, "Master, let her go."
"No... she can't go... It's my fault that she's like this..." Zhao Chengyang murmured.
"Master..."
Zhao Chengyang suddenly grabbed Su Xun's shoulders: "Su Xun, remember, remember. There must be a way. Your Grandmaster said that there's a way for everything in the world!"
After saying that, he suddenly pushed Su Xun out.
Zhao Chengyang locked himself in there for a full three days. He didn't eat the food or drink the water left at the door. Wang Lei even suspected for a while that he had died inside.
But when they got close to the door, they could hear Zhao Chengyang muttering to himself.
Wang Lei said that no matter what, he'd call an ambulance tomorrow. They'd tie Zhao Chengyang up and put him in the car if they had to.
Su Xun nodded.
At midnight, Wang Lei wearily closed the shop door. Just as he was about to discuss tomorrow's plan with Su Xun, the rolling shutter door was knocked.
"Knock, knock."
"Who is it?" Wang Lei was a bit annoyed. He was also in a bad mood because of what had happened to Zhao Chengyang and the Mistress.
The person outside didn't answer and continued knocking on the door.
"Knock, knock."
"Hey, I'm going to see who's so..." Wang Lei reached out to pull the door, but Su Xun reacted quickly: "Don't open it!"
Wang Lei was startled: "What are you doing?"
"Listen, the person outside is knocking on the door, only twice."
"So what about twice?" Wang Lei was puzzled.
"Those who knock twice are ghosts."
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."
nce】【Lighthearted Comedy】【Ultimate Gentleman's Novel】【Viewer Discretion Advised for Under 16】 The mightiest human hero, Sharen Morian, is resurrected after a thousand years by his wife—the Demon King. This is not your typical hero-vs-demon-king tale.
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.
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.
