With the female ghost backed into a corner, Su Xun tilted his neck. He was usually quiet and refined, but whenever he hunted ghosts, he became inexplicably excited.
“Since we can’t come to an agreement, I’ll just send you on your way—”
Before Su Xun could finish, a chill wind rose behind him. He ducked instinctively.
A kitchen cleaver whistled past, grazing his scalp.
Su Xun turned and met the furious, distorted face of a man.
“So another one has shown himself...” This was well within his expectations.
There was a horrifying gash across the man’s neck. It was clear he had not died peacefully. The cleaver in his hand gleamed coldly, and the next moment, he brought it down in a vertical chop. Su Xun rolled away, forming a hand seal with his left hand as he swung his baseball bat with his right. The ghost clearly had not expected the bat to be able to strike him; he was sent flying at once.
Su Xun glanced back at the female ghost who had appeared first. She was clearly frightened by him—she had not even dared to sneak up on him just now.
“Tch.” Su Xun spun the bat in his hand and strode toward the cleaver-wielding man.
No matter what, he would beat them into submission first!
But the moment he stepped over the threshold, a rope dropped straight down and slipped neatly around his neck.
The people watching through the surveillance feed witnessed it all. They saw only Su Xun run headlong into a noose that had appeared from nowhere, before being hoisted into the air.
“Excellent!” Boss Huang clapped his hands.
Zhao Qiankun was breaking out in a cold sweat. That was a human life at stake!
Master Li sneered. “Looks like I overestimated him after all... Hm?”
On the screen, the young man hanging from the rope remained completely calm. He flicked a knife from his wrist, effortlessly severing the rope—and yanked something down from the ceiling at the same time!
“The third one.” Su Xun smiled. “I have to say, you three work pretty well together.”
The hanged ghost had not expected this man to be prepared, much less that he would be grabbed by the hair!
It tried to struggle, but the baseball bat smashing into its face made it let out a miserable howl. It even seemed to regain a little of its sanity.
“Don’t move. Move again, and I’ll beat you to death.”
No sooner had he said that than an enraged howl rang out again. The cleaver-wielding man came charging back, holding a cleaver in each hand. That last blow had clearly left him dazed, but once he recovered, he had come back to settle the score. Yet when he saw the scene before him, he visibly paused.
Su Xun looked back at the female ghost still cowering in the corner, then at the hanged ghost pinned beneath him. Finally, he smiled at the cleaver-wielding man.
“So, are you going to lie down on your own, or do I need to help you?”
The cleaver-wielding man suddenly raised his blades. “Die!!!”
Su Xun frowned, just about to swing his bat—when the man rushed past him and lunged straight at the female ghost curled up in the corner.
“Die!!!”
Su Xun froze.
“She’s the one who killed him... He was also the unlucky man who bought this house before the current owner,” the hanged ghost said.
Su Xun looked down at it. “Oh? You can talk?”
The hanged ghost glanced at the ritual implement in his hand and nodded repeatedly.
“Then when I asked you to talk just now, you...”
“It wasn’t me, it wasn’t me! I’ve been in this corridor the whole time!” the hanged ghost hurriedly explained. “I...”
Before it could say anything more, a pale arm suddenly reached out from the darkness and forcibly snatched it away from Su Xun’s grasp.
Su Xun narrowed his eyes and turned around. The two ghosts that had been brawling with each other had vanished at the same time.
“So the real culprits have finally made an appearance?” He straightened up. “I thought you weren’t going to show yourselves.”
The already dim lights began to flicker violently. In the alternating flashes of light and darkness, Su Xun saw two figures standing at the far end of the corridor—a man and a woman, both deathly pale.
The two creatures showed no reaction to Su Xun’s taunt. They merely stared at him with grim, sinister eyes.
Meanwhile, Boss Huang stared at the surveillance feed as it went completely black, repeatedly smacking his phone.
“Boss Huang, there’s no use hitting it. Those two things have probably appeared. Electronic devices will malfunction when affected by them too.”
Boss Huang reluctantly lowered his phone and turned to look at the distant villa. “What a pity. We won’t get to see the exciting part.”
Master Li only gave a cold, eerie laugh, unconsciously reaching up to touch his face. All he had wanted was Su Xun’s life, yet Zhao Chengyang had set him up and sent him to prison, where those people had ruined his face. Now that he was out, he was determined to take revenge.
“Who told you to become Zhao Chengyang’s disciple... kid? This is your fate.”
Su Xun, meanwhile, was beginning to feel that things had become difficult. It wasn’t that he had come unprepared—he simply hadn’t expected these two earthbound spirits to be so powerful.
The ritual artifacts left behind by his Grand Master struck them, but did no more than force them back a step.
Even the spirit-binding formation he had prepared in advance only managed to trap them for a brief moment.
As the ghostly flames were about to engulf him, Su Xun dodged in a rather sorry state—but he also made up his mind.
“Spirits of the Nine Netherworlds, return swiftly to the underworld!”
Su Xun bit through his middle finger and drew out a red talisman. He dabbed the paper with his bloodied fingertip, then slammed it fiercely onto the floor.
His master had once told him that if he could not subdue an earthbound spirit, he could open a passage to the underworld and let the netherworld forcibly drag it away.
In an instant, a black fissure slowly spread beneath the red talisman. Faint cries of ghosts drifted up from within it, and a vermilion gate gradually rose from the crack.
Su Xun gritted his teeth and held on. It felt as though countless dead souls were battering his internal organs. If he so much as let up for a moment, he would cough up blood.
Remembering how relaxed his master had looked when teaching him this technique, he gave a bitter smile. He had never imagined that using it would bring such unbearable pain.
But in the next moment, something happened that he had never expected. The ghostly man and woman each pressed a hand against the half-emerged Gate of Reincarnation. As they exerted force, they actually pushed the rising gate back down by sheer strength!
“Heh-heh-heh-heh...” The fat male ghost laughed in a bone-chilling manner.
That was the final straw for Su Xun. He could no longer endure it. Opening his mouth, he spat out a mouthful of black blood, and the power of the Reincarnation Incantation dissipated.
“I’m finished. I’ve humiliated myself completely...” Su Xun clutched his chest, his features twisted with pain.
As the two things drew closer, Su Xun instinctively tightened his grip on the peachwood knuckle-dusters. But then he realized that darkness had fallen all around him, and countless voices echoed in his ears.
“You deserve to die! You should have died in your little brother’s place!” It was his mother’s voice.
“You’re not my son. I only have one son!”
“If you’d rather keep that lousy shop than have a brother, then we’re through!”
“Master, why... why didn’t you save my son?!”
“You fraud! Why did my wife still die after you caught the ghost?”
“For one of my disciples, you really are an embarrassment.”
Countless venomous words closed in around Su Xun, along with face after face twisted with scorn, rage, and hatred.
shall grant"] ["Inscribing the glory of our race upon tombstones"] ["All that is threatened, I shall protect"] How his younger sister sees her brother: A brother who only makes eye contact once a day, mostly fading into the background as he tinkers with who-knows-what in his room all day. Their life paths should have remained largely separate. Until one day. Su Qi created an equipment card for his never-met "online girlfriend." His sister fell into silent contemplation upon receiving the "white stockings." [Card can be upgraded] [Upgrade by fulfilling any of the following conditions] [Condition ①: Consume one hundred higher-tier cards] [Condition ②: Complete one 'Heart-Pounding Adventure'] What constitutes a Heart-Pounding Adventure? [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Beginner Level): Equip the card and invite 'Su Qi' to admire it.] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Easy Level): Equip the card, invite 'Su Qi' to touch it, and analyze the equipment's texture.] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Entry Level): Equip the card and invite 'Su Qi' to...] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Challenge Level): Freely combine the words 'Brother' 'Out' 'Brother' 'Me' 'Please' into a complete sentence...] "Please help me analyze both teams' mistakes in this match, brother..." His sister exhaled in relief—surely... surely there couldn't be anything more difficult? [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Suicide Mission Level): Sneak a peek at the names of the galgames in 'Su Qi's' hidden E-drive folder]
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.
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."
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
