Lao Tang, the night watchman, was being exceptionally careful today. After all, he had seen something unclean last night, which made his voice much quieter than usual.
"I must have just been seeing things yesterday. Yes, seeing things," Lao Tang comforted himself. "I'm getting old, my eyes are failing me..."
Just as he finished speaking, his expression stiffened once again. A woman in a white dress drifted straight past his eyes.
In the dead of night, the Yin energy was at its peak.
Lao Tang felt his blood run cold.
"Seeing things... I must be seeing things." Despite saying this, his legs were no longer obeying his commands.
The well-jumping ghost, Mei'er, harbored immense resentment, solely focused on finding the culprit who had wronged her.
She was a ghost, after all! How could she let someone treat her like that?
Her luck was quite good. After just wandering around a bit, she spotted a familiar figure. Fang Zhiyi had just gotten up in the middle of the night, muttering something to himself. Watching him close the door and enter the room, Mei'er's face twisted into a ferocious scowl.
She passed straight through the door and entered the room.
The first thing she did was cry...
Wait, who was crying even more miserably than her?
When she got a clear look at the situation in the room, Mei'er froze in place.
The room was filled with the spirit tablets of various deities. One or two would have been fine, but with a whole room full of them gathered together, the entire space was suffused with an overwhelming sense of oppression.
And that crying sound was coming from a fellow ghost squatting in the corner.
No, not just one. There were several.
"We have a walk-in?" Someone suddenly spoke from behind her. Mei'er stiffly and slowly turned her head, only to see a young girl standing behind her, holding a coil of red string.
She could naturally sense that this was not a human, but a demon.
"Since you're here, be sensible and go squat over there." Little White was already familiar with Fang Zhiyi's standard operating procedures, and she was doing her best to fulfill her duties.
Mei'er's previous plans were now completely shattered. The coercive pressure exuding from the spirit tablets in the room rendered her unable to move.
What kind of person would set up so many deity tablets in their home? If all the vengeful ghosts in Jiang Town came here, they would probably have to obediently line up and squat!
Seeing her not moving, Little White sighed, casually pulled out a length of the coiled red string, wrapped it around her, and dragged her over to the corner.
The other ghosts all turned to look at her.
Having stayed by the well for a long time, Mei'er rarely saw other ghosts, and at this moment, she was at a bit of a loss.
The ghosts just looked at each other, exchanging glances, none of them knowing what to say. The ghost from earlier began to cover its face and weep bitterly again.
It wasn't until the sleeping Fang Zhiyi let out an impatient scolding that the ghost reluctantly shut its mouth.
Little White lowered her voice: "Stop howling. The Daoist Master said he'll solve your problem tomorrow." Her tone was full of pity. She casually placed a bowl of offerings in front of the starved ghost. The starved ghost first looked at Little White, pointed at itself in disbelief, and upon seeing Little White nod, immediately began to wolf down the food.
Mei'er noticed that a faint, gentle white light briefly shimmered across the demon's body.
But she couldn't worry about that now. She wanted to slap herself in the face. This was just great; in seeking justice, she had delivered herself right into a trap, and she had no idea how she would be treated.
The next day, when Fang Zhiyi woke up, Little White had already prepared a jar for the fierce ghosts as instructed, stuffing them inside at daybreak. Fang Zhiyi glanced at the bowl of food on the floor. Although it still looked fine, it had likely lost all its essence and flavor.
He gave Little White a meaningful look. Little White hastily lowered her head, feeling a bit panicked inside.
Fortunately, Fang Zhiyi didn't say anything.
Today, just like before, someone came seeking help as soon as the doors opened. Being in a small place had one advantage: both good and bad news traveled fast. This was pretty good for Fang Zhiyi, as it at least provided him with the means to make a living.
He was busy until noon, when Little Hei, who had gone out to watch the excitement, finally strolled back leisurely.
"Wow, it's a real pity you didn't see it. What a huge drama! Super huge!" he gestured wildly.
"Oh?"
"I haven't seen such a melodramatic plot in ages! It was more thrilling than a movie!"
The story started with He Yuling running away from home. She only remembered Fang Zhiyi saying that He Chusheng was in the provincial capital. In reality, Fang Zhiyi had just been talking nonsense, so after she went through all the trouble to reach the provincial capital, she didn't find He Chusheng. That was because, at this time, He Chusheng was still dawdling elsewhere.
However, since she had come to the provincial capital, He Yuling's eyes were opened. First, she saw the girls who had returned from studying abroad dressed up gorgeously in beautiful skirts. As an only daughter, He Yuling naturally refused to be outdone. She immediately took out money to buy such skirts, but after walking around, she found no one selling them. A shop boss told her that these skirts had to be ordered from abroad, which would take quite a long time.
The one thing He Yuling lacked the least was time. She agreed, then turned around and went to the teahouses and theaters for entertainment.
But this visit turned out to be a big deal; He Yuling became captivated by an opera singer.
People always say it's hard to learn good habits, but going bad happens in the blink of an eye. Although He Yuling, who had lived in Jiang Town all year round, had seen opera troupes before, she had never seen a spectacle like this. The wealthy ladies were throwing money and gifts onto the stage, some even throwing rings. Her competitive spirit flared up, and naturally, she refused to fall behind the others.
A fresh face like He Yuling also caught the attention of the theater boss. The boss specifically instructed the opera singer to pay extra attention to this newly arrived wealthy young lady. Facing the singer's flirtatious glances, He Yuling felt wonderful all over, entirely forgetting what she had come to the provincial capital for in the first place.
Just as she and the opera singer were getting heavily involved, He Chusheng finally arrived in the provincial capital as well.
Unlike He Yuling, he had practically been driven out of town and had suffered a great deal along the way. Fortunately, his luck was good, and he kept meeting people who helped him on his journey. This time was no different. He picked up a wealthy young lady's purse and, without a second thought, chased after her to return it. He Chusheng was very handsome, and the young lady was attracted to him at first glance.
Thus, while He Yuling was indulging herself in the theater, He Chusheng began dating this wealthy young lady, Qiu Qing.
Fate is always full of various coincidences, let alone for these two destined enemies.
The money He Yuling had brought with her ran out, and the opera singer's attitude toward her gradually grew cold. This made He Yuling very uncomfortable. A fresh face sat in the seat next to hers and smilingly threw money onto the stage. Seeing the new face, the opera singer's expression immediately changed. Witnessing this scene, He Yuling was instantly filled with jealousy. She turned her head, wanting to assert her dominance, but as she turned, she met a familiar pair of eyes.
It was none other than He Chusheng and Qiu Qing.
At this moment, He Yuling finally remembered her purpose for coming to the provincial capital. Seeing Qiu Qing holding her lover's arm, she gritted her teeth in hatred, and then got into a massive argument with He Chusheng.
He Chusheng, seeing that he was just about to marry into a wealthy family, was completely thrown off by He Yuling's sudden outburst.
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
