The one who caused all this didn’t really care, and when the time came, he just reincarnated.
But Liu Xiaohua ended up crossing paths with the heroine and the others. She saw Gong Yu’s true form and screamed to tell everyone, but nobody believed her. Yet the heroine believed it—that was how she discovered Gong Yu’s real identity.
Later, Gong Yu bore a grudge. Liu Xiaohua and nearly everyone in her village died at his hands.
However, the heroine didn’t know this. They were just collateral damage in the heroine and hero’s storyline.
After reading this part of the plot, Little Hei scratched his head. “I just found it interesting, so… like I said, I’m not really familiar with…”
“Shut up,” Fang Zhiyi said as he stood up and drifted toward the girls walking away.
He watched as the other girls abandoned Liu Xiaohua and ran off quickly, even turning back to scare her as they left, their voices full of smugness.
Liu Xiaohua crouched in front of a tombstone, trembling. She cautiously looked up, and her gaze accidentally met Fang Zhiyi’s. Terrified, she quickly lowered her head.
Fang Zhiyi understood now: Little Hei’s added backstory was real.
“The password… the password… I haven’t told my wife my password yet…” A male ghost drifted back and forth, muttering to himself.
Liu Xiaohua instinctively covered her ears.
Other ghosts noticed this human girl. Having recently died, they were drawn to her living, vital energy and began circling around her.
It seemed that even without the original owner’s interference, this girl would have met trouble today.
Fang Zhiyi sighed at the sight of her curled up there, even though he had no breath to sigh with.
“Why is she trembling? Can she see me? Can she see me?” The man who had been muttering about his password grew agitated and slowly moved closer to Liu Xiaohua.
But the next moment, his hair was grabbed by Fang Zhiyi. The male ghost struggled, only to get punched in the gut.
“Get lost!”
Fang Zhiyi’s eyes burned with murderous intent.
“You… you want to keep her all to yourself…” Another ghost didn’t get to finish before Fang Zhiyi kicked him flying.
Only then did the others recall how this new ghost had brutally beaten a vicious spirit yesterday.
Though resentful, they dared not challenge Fang Zhiyi as he stood with his hands on his hips in front of Liu Xiaohua. They grumbled and scattered, their eyes full of reluctance.
Fang Zhiyi simply sat cross-legged on a nearby tombstone.
Liu Xiaohua still crouched there, but she had stopped trembling.
“So, just say it—aren’t you afraid that Qin Shaoqing will charge in here and off you?” Little Hei suddenly asked.
Fang Zhiyi chuckled. “Rushing into a cemetery to catch ghosts? He wouldn’t do that.” He had once been a Taoist priest himself and knew the rules of their kind. At least, you couldn’t camp out at someone’s spawn point to grind monsters. A cemetery was a gathering place for souls waiting for reincarnation. Stirring up trouble there would bring huge karmic consequences.
“Even with all that talk, you still can’t get out.”
“Can you shut up? Guess whose fault it is that I can’t get out?”
“Uh… the weather’s nice today…”
As the sky gradually brightened, the wandering ghosts nearby retreated to their one-room graves.
Fang Zhiyi jumped down from the tombstone and gazed at the distant mountains glowing with dawn. “Be careful on your own. Don’t come here again unless you have to.”
With that, he patted his butt and headed toward his own grave. His soul was strong, but even he had to yield to the natural order.
After Fang Zhiyi left, Liu Xiaohua suddenly lifted her head to stare at the ghost’s retreating back. She knew that without him, she would have been doomed last night. But after looking around, she tried to stand and run. Her legs, numb from crouching too long, gave way, and she fell to the ground.
“Hey, aren’t you going to ask her to take you out?” Little Hei felt a tinge of regret.
Fang Zhiyi frowned. “She’s just an ordinary person who can see ghosts. How could she get me out? Have some decency.”
“Then what’s your plan?” Little Hei realized he had messed up the target and that it was going to be tricky.
“You ask how often the ghosts here enter reincarnation?” Liu Sandao looked at Fang Zhiyi before him, mulling it over. “A death spirit comes to collect souls about every seven days…”
“How have you managed to stay here all this time?” Fang Zhiyi asked.
Liu Sandao chuckled. “Simple—just don’t leave.”
“Don’t leave?” Fang Zhiyi was stunned. Were the death spirits in this world so easygoing?
“But if you can enter the cycle of reincarnation, you should go as soon as possible,” Liu Sandao said, his face full of sincerity. “Ghosts who refuse to leave are those with unfinished karma—either waiting for someone, seeking revenge, or just plain crazy. If you stay out of sight, the death spirits won’t force you to leave. But if you linger too long, your memories as a human will gradually fade, and you’ll become a wandering soul, liable to die at the hands of other vicious ghosts or Taoist priests…”
“You’re lying to me,” Fang Zhiyi suddenly said.
Liu Sandao looked innocent. “What am I lying to you about?”
“How are you still fine?”
Liu Sandao paused, then burst into laughter. “How am I still fine? I… I’ve already forgotten who I am or where I came from.” He turned and pointed at his own tombstone. “There are so many words on it, but I only recognize my own name. I can’t make sense of any of the others…”
Fang Zhiyi stared at him. “Then why don’t you want to go reincarnate?”
“Why don’t I want to go reincarnate? I…” Liu Sandao froze, his brow furrowing in confusion. “That’s right. Why haven’t I gone reincarnating? I…”
As his head began to wobble and a black haze crept over his pupils, Fang Zhiyi knew something was wrong. He immediately raised his hand and slapped him hard.
The slap jolted Liu Sandao back to his senses, and he looked at Fang Zhiyi in bewilderment. “Why did you hit me, young man? Bullying an old man like me?”
Fang Zhiyi shook his head in frustration and looked at the other ghosts in the cemetery. Most wore blank expressions, while a few muttered to one another about something unknown.
Liu Sandao suddenly asked, “Hey, what were you asking me just now? Was it about…”
Fang Zhiyi turned his head. “Shut up.”
Liu Sandao shrank his neck, clasped his hands behind his back, and trudged toward his own grave. “Times have changed, people have no respect anymore… I’m getting old…”
Before long, Fang Zhiyi saw the death spirits. Two figures in black, their features completely unclear, simply appeared out of nowhere. They drifted slowly from one end to the other, with souls wishing to reincarnate trailing behind them. Strangely, as those souls followed, they grew numb and expressionless, walking forward mechanically.
Liu Sandao had long since retreated into his grave. As he said, even if you didn’t want to leave, it was better not to loiter in front of the death spirits.
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.
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lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
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!
