"You..." Shen Yan was somewhat dumbfounded.
"Are you implying women can only be pretty vases? I hate guys like you the most, always bringing gender into everything! You all think I'm easy to bully, right? And that guy surnamed Fang, so what if I deliberately provoked him into going? He deserved it!" Zhao Manqi's pent-up emotions over the past days suddenly erupted.
Before her phone broke, she had been besieged by netizens, almost completely isolated. Then she was fired by her company. Later, even going out to buy groceries, she was recognized and teased. Although she knew she wasn't some radical feminist, after all this, she felt everything was Fang Zhiyi's fault! That man actually accused her of pestering him!
Shen Yan's expression turned ugly. First, he was stunned by the scolding, then he realized one thing: the origin of all this was the woman before him! If she hadn't gotten that guy into his school, he wouldn't have ended up a wandering ghost!
After her outburst, Zhao Manqi calmed down a bit and finally remembered that the being in front of her was a ghost.
Seeing Shen Yan's grim expression,
she backed down: "Sorry, I wasn't talking about you... I, I've been getting so much hate, I just couldn't hold it in anymore..."
Shen Yan caught sight of Zhao Manqi's notes out of the corner of his eye and could only suppress his anger: "It's fine. They actually dared to curse at you? They really deserve to die."
Zhao Manqi's eyes lit up. She hadn't expected to hear someone side with her for the first time, even if it was a ghost.
"You think so too?" She was pleased, but soon her mood dipped again. "But I don't know what to do now. I'm even afraid to leave the house."
Shen Yan looked at her: "Your current direction of study is correct. You should continue."
Zhao Manqi smiled bitterly: "I want to, but I'm human. I need to eat and drink, right? Can you conjure up money?" She sounded somewhat hopeful.
Shen Yan just thought she was a bit foolish, but his face remained gentle: "I don't have that ability, but you could..." He thought for a moment. "How about starting a livestream?"
Zhao Manqi shook her head repeatedly: "My phone is broken. And, they're all attacking me now. If I go live, wouldn't I be worse off? Besides, I don't have anything to stream."
Shen Yan persuaded her: "You could stream séances."
Zhao Manqi looked at him, puzzled.
Shen Yan had already figured it out: "You livestream conducting séances, showcase your abilities. I'll help you."
"But those people cursing me..."
Shen Yan answered word by word: "I will handle them for you."
Zhao Manqi's eyes gradually brightened.
Seeing her dazed look, Shen Yan remembered that terrifying figure again, the fear that made his very soul tremble. This feeling filled him with shame.
It's fine. This girl has decent talent. As long as I attach myself to her and slowly absorb the yin energy of other ghosts, I can grow stronger... When the time comes, teaming up with this girl to eliminate Fang Zhiyi might not be impossible!
But when Zhao Manqi started her livestream, Shen Yan was taken aback.
She really wasn't lying. So many people were cursing her? How many would he have to kill?
Shen Yan wasn't stupid. If he killed on a large scale, it would inevitably attract more powerful spiritualists, not to mention the ghost guards from the other world.
He stared at the screen, troubled.
Maybe just forget it? So what if I got scared off? It's not like I can't accept it...
Shen Yan was no fool; even as a ghost, he remained clever.
But just as he slipped out of the building, he was suddenly dragged back to Zhao Manqi's side by a powerful force in an instant.
Zhao Manqi and he stared at each other, wide-eyed.
"What did you do?"
"Where did you go?"
The human and the ghost asked simultaneously.
"Too many people were cursing. I couldn't out-curse them so I ended the stream. I happened to see the talisman that summoned you yesterday and started studying it."
Shen Yan looked down at the talisman. He couldn't understand it either, but the next moment he saw the blood on it.
"What is this???"
Zhao Manqi sounded a bit aggrieved: "I was so angry earlier, I smashed a cup and accidentally cut my hand."
Shen Yan felt a sense of helplessness, especially when he tried to slip away again and was quickly dragged back. He understood: Zhao Manqi's accidentally spilled blood seemed to have formed some kind of bond with him.
Bearing it again and again, Shen Yan finally quelled the fury in his heart.
"This crazy woman! She even dares to send me a private message? Is she worthy?" Zhao Manqi muttered, picking up her phone and starting to tap the screen.
Watching her, Shen Yan began to understand. This woman was no feminist; she was the type who lashed out at anyone who crossed her. Shen Yan's eyes were full of disdain.
"Hey, you said you'd help me deal with things. Can you deal with her?" Zhao Manqi tossed her phone in front of Shen Yan.
Shen Yan looked down.
Little Peach Doesn't Eat Sugar: "I think everyone just wants a sincere apology from you. You don't need to be so agitated. Anchor Fang's death really is related to you."
Looking at Zhao Manqi's reply, Shen Yan was shocked. The astonishing vocabulary was enough to fill a whole book of profanity.
As mentioned before, Shen Yan wasn't dumb. He had killed over twenty people in his lifetime, and he spent a full three months planning that murder spree.
"I can help you, but you have to promise to listen to me from now on."
Zhao Manqi hesitantly agreed. She could feel Shen Yan's oppressive aura. This wasn't through a screen; if she really angered Shen Yan, she would surely suffer.
So Zhao Manqi began her livestreams. She forced herself not to read the comments, only explaining some key points and tricks of spiritual communication in front of the camera. When she encountered something she didn't understand, Shen Yan would quietly tell her.
Zhao Manqi hadn't expected that, even while being cursed at, she would receive some gifts. For her, on the brink of running out of resources, this was a godsend!
Zhao Manqi experienced the joy of being a streamer for the first time. After ending her stream, she began to diligently study those materials. With Shen Yan by her side now, she could ask questions anytime she didn't understand, and her comprehension of spiritual communication progressed rapidly.
Shen Yan, however, understood one principle clearly.
"Infamy is still fame."
Zhao Manqi's goal was to make money, and that wasn't difficult.
Thus, the two protagonists began to advance the plot in a strange way.
"I've finished studying. You said you'd help me vent my anger!" Many days later, Zhao Manqi ended her stream. The situation had improved somewhat; the ratio of people cursing her and people watching her was about half and half, but she still remembered that whole affair.
Shen Yan's eyes turned icy: "Fine."
But halfway through flying off, Shen Yan was dragged back to Zhao Manqi's side again.
Zhao Manqi stared at him. He stared at Zhao Manqi.
"You have to come with me."
"Huh?"
Shen Yan really wanted to slap her, but he held back.
Little Peach Doesn't Eat Sugar was also a small-time blogger. She didn't livestream but usually posted videos about planting flowers and vegetables. With just a simple analysis, Shen Yan figured out her address.
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...
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.
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
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."
