Inside the grocery store.
The iron door still leaned against Wang Ye's back, but unlike the previous two times, those four figures, whether human or ghost, were still sitting steadily on the wooden chairs, looking at Wang Ye with interest.
As for Wang Ye, from the moment he put the bronze box on the counter, he hadn't moved even a tiny bit.
Not...bad.
The middle-aged man in white smiled faintly, his body full of Confucian temperament, elegant and breezy, but his voice was a little stiff when he spoke.
He nodded slightly to Wang Ye and threw an iron chip on the table. The other three stood up in unison and followed the middle-aged man in white out of the grocery store.
Wang Ye watched the backs of the people leaving guardedly and glanced at the time on his watch. His pupils shrank slightly.
11:59!
He only had one minute left, no, to be precise, 30 seconds!
He hurried to the wooden table, stuffed the iron chip left by the middle-aged man in white into his pocket, pushed open the door of the grocery store and went out.
Seeming to have thought of something, he gritted his teeth and turned back, grabbed the wooden chair that the middle-aged man in white had sat on before, and carried it out just before twelve o'clock!
Twelve o'clock...
arrived.
The grocery store suddenly became a little illusory and disappeared completely from Wang Ye's eyes in a bizarre way, as if it had never existed before.
Seeing this scene, Wang Ye was slightly lost in thought.
If it weren't for the real wooden chair he was holding, Wang Ye might even doubt whether what he had just experienced was real.
The two consecutive illusions had already exhausted Wang Ye mentally.
Undoing the heavy iron door on his back again and throwing it on the ground, Wang Ye observed his surroundings guardedly.
With the arrival of twelve o'clock, all the street vendors and scavengers had already returned to their rooms in the inn.
The sky darkened.
A wisp of ghost fog spread as a ghostly wind blew through Salvage City.
It seemed that even Salvage City could not block the invasion of ghost fog at night.
Not far away, ghost fog surged, strong ghostly energy lingered, and a group of figures gradually became clear as they walked over from the blur.
A line of people, all dressed in red wedding clothes, carried a palanquin.
In front of the palanquin, two petite figures blew trumpets, making cheerful sounds.
But one of them was missing his left arm, and the other his right arm.
The four people carrying the palanquin had stiff steps and expressionless faces, but the palanquin was carried very steadily without any swaying.
On the side of the palanquin, an old woman with a sinister smile held a bunch of paper money, scattering it on the ground from time to time.
Behind the palanquin were two girls who looked no more than eight or nine years old, dressed in white mourning clothes with mourning headbands on their heads. They kept crying as they followed the palanquin.
Joy in the front, grief in the back, it was clearly a wedding, yet they scattered paper money.
This bizarre scene had a strong impact.
Wang Ye instinctively took two steps back, but the group still noticed Wang Ye's presence.
The procession suddenly stopped.
Everyone stood in place with empty eyes looking at Wang Ye.
A strong sense of oppression came, and Wang Ye took a deep breath to withstand the pressure and slowly retreated.
Just then, the half-red, half-white palanquin curtain was pulled open from the inside through the window.
Through the window one could vaguely see a pair of eyes.
Cunning, sinister, bloodthirsty, violent.
All negative emotions seemed to be gathered in this pair of eyes.
As he was watched, Wang Ye only felt his blood flow at an extremely fast rate, with his skin cracking incessantly.
At this moment, Wang Ye felt the breath of death.
Wang Ye's eyes were full of unwillingness. He tried his best to take out the key given by the post office and walked towards the iron door nearby.
He was gambling on whether he could really enter the post office anytime, anywhere.
Perhaps his survival tonight depended on the effectiveness of the post office.
But as Wang Ye moved his steps, the sound of bones cracking rang out, and severe pain spread through his body.
Every step was so difficult.
Judging by the distance, he no longer had a chance to open the iron door with the key.
Was he going to die again?
Wang Ye's pupils were slightly distracted.
On the verge of death, the iron chip left by the middle-aged man in white in his pocket radiated heat that swept through Wang Ye's body.
The cracked skin quickly healed, bodily functions grew rapidly, bones strengthened again, and even the sound of blood flow could be heard clearly.
The energy group left by that mysterious fruit in his dantian churned continuously.
Wang Ye’s internal organs were strengthened rapidly, his muscles, skin, and bones all enhanced to an extremely high level.
It felt as if one punch could kill five Yang Chens after his second awakening.
He vaguely felt that under this level of cellular activity, even if he lost a limb, he could probably regrow it.
But he didn't dare try it.
Finally, after the energy group consumed about one third of itself, it returned to the dantian again and calmed down.
The heat flow on the iron chip also disappeared.
There seemed to be a trace of surprise in the eyes inside the palanquin, which then turned greedy.
Strange energy fluctuated, and Wang Ye's body shook violently again. Even though his body had just been repaired and enhanced, could he still not withstand a casual strike from this guy?
However, this time he should be able to hold out until the iron door.
Just then, the wooden chair that Wang Ye had taken from Grocery Store No.7 emitted a faint cyan glow.
The strange energy in the air vanished instantly.
Wang Ye was slightly surprised, seeming to realize something. He instantly came to the wooden chair and sat down.
The violent pain in his body disappeared immediately.
The eyes in the palanquin looked at the wooden chair warily, seemingly hesitant. Eventually, the curtain closed, and the group in front of the palanquin blew their trumpets again and carried the bicolored palanquin away.
The street became quiet again.
And Wang Ye rushed to the street in an instant after the palanquin left, frantically picking up the paper money scattered on the ground by the old woman.
Jackpot!
As expected, seeking wealth in danger, the greater the danger encountered in this kind of environment, the greater the gains naturally were!
Each of the paper money here was at the same level as the three he had fished before!
Without bothering to count, Wang Ye stuffed the paper money into his backpack and carried the wooden chair towards the city gate.
Faintly, he seemed to hear the sound of opera singing not far away, the melody very familiar.
Wang Ye was shocked when he suddenly remembered!
It was the guy on the stage he saw when he first came to the Wasteland!
That guy...
Took a terrifying palm that shattered the stage without the slightest injury!
How did that guy get to Salvage City!
ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find 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.
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
