The young man froze for a moment. "How did you know something's been haunting me?"
Fang Zhiyi glanced at the pendant hanging from his neck. "How much did you waste on these trinkets?"
Zhao Chenyang looked down. "A few thousand, maybe..." Then it dawned on him, and the dullness in his eyes flickered with hope. "Master, can you tell what's wrong?"
Fang Zhiyi waved a hand. "Don't need to look—I can smell the stench from here. Go on, spill it." He kicked a small stool toward him.
Zhao Chenyang sat uneasily and began his story.
His name was Zhao Chenyang, a student at the University of Mechanical and Electrical Engineering, and a restless soul with a passion for wilderness exploration. During the long holiday, he packed his gear and set off with his roommate, Zhou Wen, into the wild.
Both had some experience, and they successfully summited a desolate mountain. But at the peak, they discovered something unexpected—a temple, its doors tightly locked, in a place where no one should have been.
Two fearless college students, undeterred, figured: We’re already here—might as well check it out.
So they scaled the wall and dropped into the courtyard. The moment his feet touched the ground, Zhao Chenyang felt a chill. Despite the blazing sun outside, the light inside the courtyard seemed dimmed, the air thick with an unnatural cold.
Not wanting to be mocked, he kept quiet and followed Zhou Wen as they explored. The temple was simple—a side hall and a main hall. The side hall was cluttered with junk, while the main hall housed a few weathered statues, their features long eroded. Just one glance inside, and Zhao Chenyang felt it again—an overwhelming sense of being watched.
He wanted to leave, but Zhou Wen challenged him: Dare to spend the night here? The wager? Bragging rights—"You’re something else."
Zhao Chenyang wasn’t about to back down. They had tents and sleeping bags, so they settled in—Zhou Wen, as if to prove his fearlessness, slept right in the main hall, while Zhao Chenyang camped in the courtyard.
Uneasy, Zhao Chenyang drifted off, only to be jolted awake by movement outside his tent. Muttering, footsteps circling—someone was pacing around him.
He couldn’t make out the words, but fear coiled in his gut. Gritting his teeth, he unzipped the tent—and locked eyes with a deathly pale face.
It was Zhou Wen.
But his lips were stretched into a grotesque grin, his eyes curved like sickles, staring unblinkingly. After what felt like an eternity, Zhou Wen slowly straightened and resumed his aimless wandering—sometimes muttering to himself, sometimes miming sweeping—until dawn, when he finally returned to his sleeping bag.
Terrified, Zhao Chenyang didn’t dare call out to him. The sight was too unnerving.
Yet when Zhou Wen woke up, he had no memory of it, brushing it off as Zhao Chenyang’s nerves and laughing at him.
Zhao Chenyang didn’t argue. He packed up in a hurry and dragged Zhou Wen away.
But back at school, the nightmare returned. That night, Zhou Wen slipped out of bed silently. Zhao Chenyang, still awake, was about to call out when he heard it again—the same eerie muttering from the temple. Zhou Wen paced the dorm, agitated, before stopping at the door, facing it, his whispers growing louder, drilling into Zhao Chenyang’s skull like boiling water.
The next day, he hauled a bewildered Zhou Wen to a Feng Shui shop, begging for help. The shop’s sage-like proprietor performed a brief ritual before selling them a jade pendant for 888 yuan.
It didn’t work.
That night, Zhou Wen sleepwalked again—this time slamming his head against the wall. Zhao Chenyang wrestled him down, the commotion drawing the dorm supervisor. After some back-and-forth, Zhou Wen was sent to the hospital, his family notified. The school questioned Zhao Chenyang, but when he mentioned the post-trip behavior, they dismissed it as stress. Still, the blood smeared on the wall prompted them to suggest a psychiatric evaluation.
Zhou Wen left with his family.
But the horror didn’t end. That same night, Zhao Chenyang heard footsteps again. Their dorm was a four-person room, but only the two of them lived there. Zhou Wen was gone—so who was walking around?
A shadowy figure muttered to itself, paused, then rammed its head into the wall. The thuds paralyzed Zhao Chenyang with fear—yet no one else seemed to hear.
By morning, the figure vanished.
It returned the next night, this time looming over Zhao Chenyang’s bed. Silent, motionless—just staring. He wet himself, too petrified to move.
Finally, he snapped. He scoured the city for exorcists, spending a fortune before stumbling into Fang Zhiyi’s path—his neck now draped with "trophies" from failed solutions.
Fang Zhiyi closed his eyes, sensing the faint Yin energy clinging to the young man.
"Alright. How much?"
Zhao Chenyang blinked. "Huh?"
"Payment. For fixing this."
"Oh! Master, name your price—I’ll pay anything!"
"Bullshit. If I say a million, you’d actually have it?" Fang Zhiyi rolled his eyes.
"I do!" Zhao Chenyang stood. "After graduation, though. My dad’s giving me a million to start a business."
"Rich kid, huh?" Fang Zhiyi raised an eyebrow.
Zhao Chenyang scratched his head, sheepish. "But my monthly allowance’s only eight grand right now."
Fang Zhiyi nearly slapped him. Eight grand? "Only"? You hearing yourself?
Late that night, in the dormitory bathroom, someone pushed open a window—and Fang Zhiyi climbed in. "Payment upfront, got it?"
"Of course, Master!" Zhao Chenyang forced a smile. If this worked, he’d live on steamed buns for a year.
Fang Zhiyi strode into the dorm and flopped onto the top bunk, soon snoring softly.
Zhao Chenyang, on the lower bunk, couldn’t sleep. "Master?"
No response.
"Master?" He began doubting this was a scam—until a sound came from the opposite bed.
A shadowy figure sat up on the top bunk, then slid down, muttering.
It grew frantic, pacing the room before stopping at Zhao Chenyang’s bed. This time, it didn’t just stand there—it leaned down, locking eyes with him through the blanket he’d pulled over his face.
It was... his own face.
Staring at that twisted grin, Zhao Chenyang nearly sobbed.
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
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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."
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.
