At that very moment, a woman appeared on the opposite path, holding a child in each hand and carrying two bundles on her back. She stared at him with confusion in her eyes: "Guangyao?"
Zhang Guangyao halted in his tracks, looking at the woman across from him, then turning to the woman he had been leading by the hand. The two looked identical! Not just that—even the children were the same height and bore the same resemblance!
"You—you!" Zhang Guangyao gasped in shock, shaking off the hand he had been holding. "Who are you?"
The widow opposite him grew frantic. "Come here! She's fake! She must be some kind of monster in disguise!"
At her words, Zhang Guangyao stumbled forward in panic, only to hear the widow behind him say, "She’s the monster! Guangyao, think about it—we just walked up together, yet she was already here!"
Zhang Guangyao’s eyes widened. That was true—how could this widow have been in the woods already? He thought he had figured out who was real.
But then the widow across from him spoke again. "Didn’t you ask me to meet you in the woods? You said the village entrance was too exposed."
Zhang Guangyao turned back. That was also true—the widow who had followed him up had been waiting at the village entrance. Was she the fake one?
"I have children with me—how could I dare enter the woods alone?" the first widow argued.
The second widow refused to back down. "Do I not have children? Do you even need to think about what would happen if we were caught?"
Zhang Guangyao clutched his head. Who was the real one? And why was there another widow here at all?
"Dad!" All four children spoke at once, glaring at each other defiantly.
The noise nearly drove Zhang Guangyao mad. He suddenly reached behind his back and pulled out a hatchet. "Shut the hell up, all of you!"
"I don’t care which one of you is real—get the hell away from me!"
One widow paled in horror. "Guangyao, why are you carrying a hatchet? Do you mean to—?"
The other widow caught on as well. "You... Zhang Guangyao, are you trying to kill me?"
"Zhang Guangyao, you were the one who killed Huang Shuren. You set the fire. I only held him—I didn’t do anything."
"Zhang Guangyao, these are your children. What are you planning now—to kill them too?"
"Zhang Guangyao..." A hoarse male voice called out. He looked up and saw a familiar figure. "I thought you were my friend. You have a cruel heart."
"No, I—I didn’t... Get away from me!" Zhang Guangyao swung the hatchet wildly, but Huang Shuren’s figure slowly faded. Instead, the two widows stared at him in shock. "Guangyao? What’s wrong with you? Why are waving that knife around?"
As they spoke, they and the four children closed in around him. Zhang Guangyao felt a chill run through him.
"You’re all ghosts! Ghosts!" He completely lost his mind, slashing wildly with the hatchet.
"Guangyao? I’ve been looking for you—what are you doing here?" A voice called out as someone jogged toward him, reaching out to help him up. He looked up—another widow! Without hesitation, Zhang Guangyao swung the hatchet. The widow never expected her lover to attack her. Unprepared, she collapsed, clutching her face and screaming in agony. The two children ran over, their faces twisted in terror.
"Still trying to trick me!" Zhang Guangyao was beyond reason. He staggered to his feet, pointing the bloodied hatchet at the widow. "Huang Shuren, you were useless in life, and you’re a useless ghost in death!" With that, he charged again.
The villagers on night patrol had already heard the commotion on the mountain. Fearing trouble, they gathered others to investigate.
When they arrived, they found Zhang Guangyao sitting in a pool of blood, gripping his hatchet, while the widow and her children lay motionless.
Miraculously, the widow survived—though she had lost a lot of blood and bore a gruesome gash across her face. The children fared worse: the elder had a hand severed, while the younger was left with a crippled leg.
Zhang Guangyao was hauled to the town and thrown into prison. Since no one had died, he was sentenced only to imprisonment.
Wei Xiaohua eyed the burly Huang Shuren. "Calling you a bodhisattva isn’t far off. He went mad trying to kill his own wife and children, yet you still stepped in to stop him."
Huang Shuren glanced back at her. "Who’s to say this wasn’t their revenge?"
Bai Jingtian patted Wei Xiaohua’s shoulder. "Ah, you’re still young."
Yu Zhaodi did the same. "Ah, you’re still young."
Even a passing water ghost gave her a pat, though it said nothing.
"What? What does that mean?" Wei Xiaohua jumped in frustration, feeling thoroughly patronized.
Half a month later, a merchant caravan made its way along the mountain path.
"Keep it up! The town’s just ahead!" the leader called out.
The group remained silent—not out of reluctance to speak, but because merchants had a rule when traveling at night: talk as little as possible. If someone called your name, never turn around, and never answer.
After all, who would be calling your name on a deserted road?
"Wang Sanyuan!" An old man’s voice rang out from behind.
Wang Sanyuan nearly answered on instinct, but his uncle kicked him before he could speak.
"Shut up and walk faster!" Wang Sanyuan didn’t fully understand, but his uncle’s panicked expression told him something was wrong.
The entire caravan quickened their pace.
"Li Yuanji!" A woman’s voice, sultry and alluring.
But Li Yuanji kept his head down, sweat trickling down his forehead.
Suddenly, the leader, Old Liu, stopped.
Wang Sanyuan was confused. "Why are we stopping?" He was terrified—whatever was behind them was still following.
Old Liu pointed at a tree by the roadside. Tied to it was a white cloth strip.
"We’ve hit a ghost wall," Old Liu said, tension creeping into his voice.
He had encountered ghostly callings and ghost walls before, but never both at once.
"That damned thing is trying to trap us here," an older merchant sighed. "Any boys in the back? We need some urine."
Fear hung thick in the air. Wang Sanyuan raised a trembling hand. "Me."
"Good! Come here." The leader beckoned him forward. As Wang Sanyuan hurried ahead, his uncle’s voice suddenly called from behind. "Wang Sanyuan!"
Thinking his uncle had something to say, Wang Sanyuan instinctively turned. "Huh?"
What he saw instead was his uncle’s horrified expression and the panic of the others.
A tall, gaunt shadow emerged from the rear of the caravan, its elongated arms reaching for him. The moment it seized him, Wang Sanyuan felt himself being dragged backward. Looking back, he saw his own body collapse to the ground as his uncle rushed forward, cradling him and shouting his name.
"I’m done for," Wang Sanyuan resigned himself.
"Ding-a-ling." A bell chimed. Everyone’s attention snapped toward the sound—even the mountain ghost dragging Wang Sanyuan’s spirit froze.
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】
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
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."
