Unlike their initial panic, the look in their eyes when they saw Fang Zhiyi was now full of reverence. This was not only because of Fang Zhiyi's methods but also his unique foresight; wherever he pointed, the necessary resources were bound to be found.
Under his reasonable arrangements, the entire village gave off an isolated sense of security.
The elderly played with the children, while the adults organized supplies and worked. If they hadn't heard the news of a military shelter over the radio, they would have thought this was the last pure land for humanity.
After learning about the shelter, some people wanted to continue heading north. Fang Zhiyi did not stop them. A portion of the people gratefully collected their supplies and set foot on the road north with their family and friends.
Chen Rui once thought that Fang Zhiyi was simply unwilling to trust the military's shelter, but Fang Zhiyi always said they needed to wait a bit longer.
No one knew what he was waiting for.
Until that day, a survivor arrived at the village entrance. Seeing that he was on the verge of collapsing, the guards hurriedly brought him into the village. This news, as usual, was reported to Fang Zhiyi.
Chen Rui, who was frowning in thought on the side, was startled by Fang Zhiyi's excitement. It hadn't rained for a long time, and if this continued, their lives would become difficult. He was just thinking about how to raise this issue with Fang Zhiyi, especially since the water well was almost dry.
Watching Fang Zhiyi jump up, he was completely baffled.
"Hello, my name is Bai..." Bai Haomin looked around. The environment before him was slightly different from his previous life, and the people seemed different too... However, his plan was perfect. As long as he used some supplies to bribe these people, built a good relationship with them, and then ostracized Fang Zhiyi...
But before he could finish his self-introduction, a figure rushed out and kicked him flying.
Everyone was stunned.
"Hold him down!" Fang Zhiyi pointed.
Immediately, someone stepped forward and pinned Bai Haomin to the ground.
"What are you doing! Are you bandits?!" Bai Haomin, now wide awake, struggled and shouted.
"I'm your dad! No, bah, I don't have a son like you!" Fang Zhiyi's eyes were full of excitement. He had finally waited for this!
Little Hei was equally excited: "The jade pendant! That jade pendant!"
"Can you handle it?"
"Yes!"
Fang Zhiyi directly reached his hand into Bai Haomin's clothes.
The people around were all taken aback. The leader's hobbies were a bit special, weren't they?
Fortunately, Fang Zhiyi felt the jade pendant and yanked it off.
"You, give it back to me! That was left to me by my mom! You bandit!" Bai Haomin was truly panicking. He didn't know why Fang Zhiyi wanted to rob him of his jade pendant.
Fang Zhiyi just glanced at him and waved his hand. "Go, lock him up in Number Nine."
Number Nine was the room used to detain bandits. No one questioned Fang Zhiyi's order. The foresight and ruthlessness shown by this leader had already thoroughly convinced everyone here.
Unable to resist, Bai Haomin was shoved and thrown into the dirt house with only one small window.
He threw himself at the door, wanting to shout, but a hoarse voice came from behind him. "New here? Which gang were you from before?"
Bai Haomin got goosebumps all over his body. Impossible!
He slowly turned his head. It took him a while to gradually adjust to the light in the room, and he saw a familiar face. The boss who had killed him in his previous life was sitting in the corner of the room.
He suddenly realized something: "Rebirth, I've been reborn, and he's been reborn too!" Having figured it out, he frantically pounded on the door, but this drew the dissatisfaction of the other bandits, who grabbed him and pinned him down.
The door was pushed open, and a man said gruffly, "What? You don't want to rest? Perfect. The boss thinks the road into the city is too hard to drive on, so you guys go clear away those rocks!"
Bai Haomin was pinned to the ground in a daze. A man raised his hand and slapped him in the face. "It's all because of you, you jinx! Do you know how hard it was for us to finally get a day off!"
"Just you wait!"
The painful memories of Bai Haomin's previous life flooded back. His entire body began to tremble, until a pair of shackles was locked onto his feet.
What followed was hard labor. Fang Zhiyi's latest order was for them to build a massive warehouse. Bai Haomin seemed to have guessed something, his face full of terror. Why would this Fang Zhiyi know? No, that's not right, he definitely couldn't know. Even if he did, it would be useless. That space could only be used by himself; he had specifically conducted experiments to prove it.
Bai Haomin steeled his resolve. Since that was the case, Fang Zhiyi would definitely come begging him.
He still had a chance to turn the tables!
But even when the warehouse was completed, Fang Zhiyi didn't come to spare him a single glance. Bai Haomin was already exhausted beyond recognition. His dreams were filled with scenes of Fang Zhiyi kneeling and begging him, which made him laugh out loud, until a slap landed on his face.
"Laughing? You still have the nerve to laugh!"
What greeted him was a group beating from the criminals.
"Did I ever tell you guys?" Fang Zhiyi stood in front of the warehouse.
"Tell us what?" Zhao Hu wondered.
"I'm not just a fortune-teller, I'm also an engineer. But I'm not just an engineer... I'm also a magician."
The few of them looked at each other.
"Boss, did you catch some kind of disease?"
Fang Zhiyi lifted his leg, walked inside, and closed the door.
Little Hei couldn't wait to shove its tentacles into the jade pendant. As its tentacles stirred, the jade pendant gradually shattered.
Hearing Fang Zhiyi's voice, Zhao Hu and the others carefully pushed the door open.
Before their eyes appeared a mountain-like pile of supplies, ranging from generators to washing machines, from oil, salt, soy sauce, and vinegar to massive heaps of rice.
Everyone present was shocked speechless.
Little Hei smacked its lips, seemingly savoring the aura of that space.
"What are you staring at? Go back and call people to move the stuff." Fang Zhiyi's tone was flat. This warehouse was still too small. As the supplies tumbled down, the dirt wall at the back was smashed down directly, and quite a few things fell outside.
That day, everyone acted like it was the New Year. They had only heard that the leader had found a lot of supplies, but the moment they saw them, everyone went crazy. However, this craziness was purely emotional, not behavioral.
After the revelry, they trusted Fang Zhiyi even more. No one raised any objections to the plans Fang Zhiyi subsequently formulated.
For the various factions, big and small, in the nearest city of Panyang, this was not a good thing.
Because a newly emerged faction had begun to hunt them down.
Wu Qian lay on the side of the road, her clothes barely covering her body, until she felt someone walk up to her. "Do you need help?"
Wu Qian struggled to open her eyes and smiled weakly. "I'm just a little dizzy... Are you guys from somewhere else?"
The newcomer nodded. Wu Qian looked at the two companions behind him, seemingly a bit afraid. "I, I don't have any supplies, please don't rob me."
"Don't worry, we are good people," a burly man spoke up.
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.
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
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."
d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!
