After all, she also disliked Gu Heng's arrogant personality and Lin Wanxing's bleeding-heart syndrome.
Therefore, regarding the things Lin Wanxing wanted to do, he could only use the rules to block her. Over time, under Gu Heng's instigation, Lin Wanxing came to believe that Fang Zhiyi was deliberately making things difficult for her. Thus, she felt Fang Zhiyi was cold-blooded and ruthless, and those who received her favors also thought Fang Zhiyi was a selfish guy who only cared about stealing credit.
Meanwhile, the squad's personnel continuously suffered casualties. Today, one died because of Lin Wanxing's unauthorized actions; tomorrow, two more would die because she pitied an aberration and stopped the team from dealing the killing blow.
When facing that high-level aberration, Fang Zhiyi was originally leading the team. Unlike Gu Heng, he had made careful deployments, but the lack of cooperation from some people led to the deaths of Li Fei and a few others. For the first time, Fang Zhiyi lost his temper. He harshly reprimanded Gu Heng for forming cliques and Lin Wanxing for being generous at the expense of others, playing the saint while demanding sacrifices from everyone else.
These words completely offended the two of them, and the entire squad fell apart. Shortly after that, Lin Wanxing picked up the male lead, a young man who refused to accept any goodwill. Because the male lead was brooding over the deaths of his fellow villagers, he actually sneaked around and dismantled the city's warning system, wanting to leave. However, he encountered a powerful aberration on the way. Without hesitation, he turned around and ran straight for the breach, and the aberration followed him, slaughtering its way into the city.
That day, countless residents in the city lost their lives. Yet, in the face of accusations, Lin Wanxing still protected him.
"He didn't do it on purpose! He's just a child!"
Fang Zhiyi looked at everything he had worked so hard to protect turn into the ruins before him, and he could no longer suppress the signs of his infection. Gu Heng also found a way out: pushing all the blame onto Fang Zhiyi.
He claimed that Fang Zhiyi had been infected long ago and that this incident was entirely his fault.
That very day, Fang Zhiyi became a traitor to humanity, a running dog for the aberrations. The former hero was tied up by them. Looking at the angry mob, at Gu Heng holding Lin Wanxing not far away, and at the young man with a defiant face, Fang Zhiyi's heart was filled with bitterness. However, he soon knew nothing at all.
Because of his mental breakdown, the aberration completely took over his body.
In a daze, he saw his subordinates; they were all waiting for him.
"Ugh... hiss..." Fang Zhiyi was momentarily speechless. "Did I kill that troublemaker?"
Little Hei replied, "You are truly brave. That kid only decided to learn from Gu Heng after you died, and then he gradually grew step by step. It was quite melodramatic later on; Gu Heng gradually turned evil, and the final battle was between that protagonist and Gu Heng. I just took a nap, and you actually killed the protagonist?"
It paused, "Damn, you even drove those two things away?"
"I had no choice. They were too annoying to look at."
Silence.
"Will the Heavenly Dao continue to strike me with lightning?"
"Probably not..."
"What do you mean, probably?"
"Dig the pit a bit deeper. What if the boss comes back to life again?" Li Fei's voice drifted over.
"Li Fei, you just want the captain dead so you can be the captain."
"No, I don't! It's just that he... he... he sat up again." Li Fei's face was deathly pale.
"Last time was an accident. This time he's definitely dead. Being struck by that kind of lightning, even an aberration would be wiped out," Zhou Hao muttered. "What's wrong with you? Did you see a ghost?"
He turned his head.
"Ghost!"
Fang Zhiyi looked at them, somewhat unsure of how to explain it himself. This world was too thrilling; he had died twice right off the bat.
Fortunately, he was different from the original owner. Not only was his spirit more resilient, but he had also actively absorbed the filthy aura of the aberrations. After all, he had cultivated immortality, been an aberration, been a demon king, and even been a ghost... protecting his heart meridians was basically an automatic reflex.
Looking at his few trusted subordinates gathering around, Fang Zhiyi opened his mouth, and a puff of black smoke came out.
"Well..." Fang Zhiyi suddenly tilted to the side and collapsed again.
When he woke up again, he was finally in a bed.
Looking at Li Fei, who was slumped by the bed snoring loudly, Fang Zhiyi raised his hand and slapped him.
Li Fei looked up in a daze. Fang Zhiyi enunciated every word clearly: "You brat, if you ever try to burn me again, I will rip your head off."
It was still that hillside, that graveyard, that red coffin.
A female corpse wrapped in a blood-stained white cloth lay quietly in the coffin. Sensing someone approaching, it suddenly opened its eyes, and a twisted smile gradually crept onto its face.
Suddenly, a woman's sobbing echoed.
Fang Zhiyi frowned. "Coffin Lady."
"What is a Coffin Lady?" Li Fei was a bit confused. It should be known that they only classified aberrations by level and number. Hearing this title suddenly, they all found it somewhat novel.
Fang Zhiyi looked at the coffin exuding a heavy stench of blood. "Did these guys dig through to another aberration world...?"
He glanced at his few trusted subordinates. He had already sent the others away to do chores. When he led a team, he didn't need that many people.
"Coffin Lady is just a title, like a number. In... another place, some women are made into a Coffin Lady." He slightly curled his fingers, tucking his pinky against the first joint of his ring finger, and then slightly bending his ring finger to rest on his middle finger. However, it was still useless. It seemed what Little Hei said was true; this world did not have those laws of heaven and earth. "Women who die in childbirth are wrapped in white cloth smeared with crow's blood. Their corpses are hung upside down for seven days until black water seeps out. The person in charge of the ritual then takes glutinous rice soaked in menstrual blood to seal the nine orifices of the corpse, and finally nails her into a locust wood coffin."
Shen Yue frowned deeply. "What a ruthless method, but for what purpose?"
Li Fei also carefully circled around at this time. "Exactly, why hold a grudge against a corpse?"
Fang Zhiyi glanced at them. "Legend has it that after doing this, the woman will continue to provide for her husband's family even after death, ensuring the safety of their descendants for three generations."
"Ugh... how ignorant!" Li Fei concluded.
"Then how do we deal with her?" Zhou Hao asked. "Last time, it was this aberration that caused the deaths of quite a few of our people."
"The best way is to... retreat. Just ignore this coffin," Fang Zhiyi said, turning around to leave. This kind of aberration wasn't too harmful.
"Save me..." A woman's voice faintly drifted over, and everyone looked toward the coffin.
"If Lin Wanxing were here, she would definitely demand that we save her, right?" Li Fei suddenly said.
Shen Yue moved a bit further away from him in disgust. "Are you infected by her?"
Li Fei spat. "No way!"
Shen Yue looked at him with scrutiny and a trace of disdain. "She's already gone back, yet you're still obsessing over her."
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
transmigrates into the role of a villainous rich second-generation kid in an urban fantasy novel, and gets bound to a god-tier choice system. Right at the start, he catches the female lead stealing exam papers! This triggers the villain's choice options! [Choice 1: Pretend you didn't see anything] [Choice 2: Loudly call her out, drawing everyone's attention] [Choice 3: ...] And thus, a twisted villain is born. To avoid getting killed by the protagonist, he has no choice but to take down all the protagonists first. Jiang Che: Nobody understands being twisted better than me!
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."
