Wang Ye looked at Xiao Si and said in a soft voice, "You who are still being controlled by the bronze nails are more reassuring to use." Then he hesitated for a moment, but still did not dare to put on the mourning hat for Xiao Si.
After all, he was still unclear about the specific effects of the mourning hat. If it had the opposite effect and allowed Xiao Si to regain consciousness again... He had just deceived her. Based on Xiao Si's restored strength, he believed she would instantly tear him to shreds.
Wang Ye was still deeply convinced of this.
However, such a seemingly powerful paranormal object would be wasted if left unused.
Maybe...
Try it on Mao Yong'an?
Wang Ye appeared in the corridor, gently knocking on the old woman's door.
After waiting quietly for a moment, the old woman opened the door with a gentle look.
"I'm looking for Mao Yong'an," Wang Ye said with a smile.
"Ah! Wang Ye, you damned yinbi, you still have the audacity to come here!? You left me here and didn't care at all!" Hearing Wang Ye's voice, Mao Yong'an rushed out from the bedroom and grabbed Wang Ye's shoulders with excitement. His eyes were wild as he gestured: Was there a task? A paranormal event? I can do it!
Seeing Mao Yong'an's state, Wang Ye sank into thought and glanced at the old woman indistinctly.
As if guessing something, Wang Ye suddenly shook his head: "I just wanted to see if you were okay. Since you're fine, I'm relieved."
With that said, he ignored the crestfallen Mao Yong'an. Wang Ye nodded slightly at the old woman: "Thank you for your trouble."
The old woman smiled and shook her head.
Under Mao Yong'an's desperate gaze, Wang Ye decisively exited the room and closed the door.
Cold sweat flowed down his back.
This room was obviously stranger than before.
The rice and noodles he had moved in were completely untouched, while the dishes on the dining table were still steaming hot.
The fear hidden in Mao Yong'an's eyes, and the rocking chair by the window.
What kind of existence could make even Mao Yong'an feel afraid?
Was that old woman also watching the community?
With these questions in mind, Wang Ye returned to his room, lost in thought.
However, with Mao Yong'an's fear of death, there probably wouldn't be any problems...right!
Sitting on the sofa, Wang Ye hesitated for a moment before finally calling Zhang ZiLiang.
On the phone, Zhang ZiLiang said something that made Wang Ye's emotions fluctuate between excitement, madness, and confusion.
Wang Ye came to the window and looked down with flashing eyes.
Perhaps...
This would be even more interesting.
Should he try gambling big?
Thinking so, Wang Ye took out the key from the post office and took the initiative to attack for the first time instead of waiting for the wooden door to appear.
He gently inserted the soft key into the bedroom door and turned it.
The door instantly became somewhat illusory. When the door opened, the familiar post office replaced the original bedroom.
Walking into the post office, the front desk was empty.
Was it not time to turn in tasks yet?
Lost in thought, Wang Ye stood in the post office and shouted, "I'm going to gamble with my life, can I prepay the reward!?
You can't just watch me die!"
Wang Ye's shouts kept echoing in the post office.
A few seconds later, a blank note suddenly appeared on the front desk, as if an invisible hand was continuously writing something on it.
Wang Ye stared intently at the note, his expression growing gloomier.
Wooden Fish Usage: Knock.
Produces Buddhist sounds, calms the mind, maintains equanimity...
"Damn it, I already know wooden fish are used for knocking!"
Wang Ye, who was usually calm, couldn't help but swear at this moment!
He had narrowly escaped with his life in Ruins City, and thought this wooden fish was an extremely rare treasure. Full of expectations, he had come to the post office, thinking to unlock the wooden fish's special use to enhance his strength.
But the result...
Knock?
At this moment, Wang Ye felt like his mindset was about to completely explode.
Next Task: Stay Alive, Pending.
As Wang Ye cursed, another line of words emerged on the note.
Wang Ye's expression became solemn.
Could it be that the post office was also very pessimistic about his plan this time?
Perhaps this time, he had a high probability of dying?
But thinking back to Zhang ZiLiang's words on the phone, if he hadn't lied, then the benefits this time would be crazy!
There was a hint of madness in Wang Ye's eyes.
Although he had been steadily increasing his strength, it was...
Not enough!
Whether it was the post office, Little An Temple, or the old man at the cemetery outside the city.
He had always been like a chess piece, firmly controlled by others.
Although he was still alive, and living even more comfortably than in his previous life, a chess piece was still just that.
One day when the chess player no longer needed him, or his sacrifice could bring greater benefits, he would be ruthlessly abandoned.
Gamble!
Although thinking about jumping off the chessboard now was a bit laughable.
But without even this goal, he would be nothing more than the walking dead.
Taking a deep breath, Wang Ye no longer looked at the note on the front desk, but walked towards the shelves and carefully selected them.
After passing by item after item, Wang Ye finally stopped.
A human skin mask.
Can change appearance and emit a ghostly aura.
The description was very short, and it didn't seem to be a particularly powerful paranormal object.
But...
For his plan to snatch food from the tiger's mouth this time, this kind of thing would have a miraculous effect instead.
It only had a one-day usage limit, hopefully that would be enough.
Wang Ye picked up the human skin mask without hesitation and exited the post office.
As Wang Ye left, all the words on the note were erased. Then a blood-red word appeared.
Die!
Shortly after, more and more red words kept appearing on the note.
All were... Die!
The dense death words filled the note, with only a very small "live" in the blank space in the middle.
Finally, all the words on the note were erased again, and the note burned and turned into ashes in an eerie manner.
The post office also gradually disappeared into the void.
The sky had completely darkened, with gusts of sinister wind blowing past, carrying sand.
The old man grumbled dissatisfiedly but had no intention of closing his stall.
The few young men put down their bowls and stood up.
Only Luo Ping in the corner had a hint of confusion in his eyes. He really didn't know anything.
"Did you tell him?" Li Xinghe looked at Zhang ZiLiang, puzzled.
Zhang ZiLiang nodded: "I feel that only someone like him can live longer in this world."
"And it's not right to just watch the people of Fo Guo, Dao Men, and Qing Feng Village play, right?"
"Those who don't know would think Tian Zu has no one left."
Li Xinghe smiled faintly: "I've already sent Li Hongtian there."
"Your grandson, he..." Zhang ZiLiang was startled.
"Succeeded." Li Xinghe nodded.
Zhang ZiLiang let out a sigh of relief, his mindset much more stable.
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.
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!
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
saw a female celebrity tied up and stuffed in the trunk! Little did he know, countless cameras were aimed at him at this moment - this was a new type of reality show. The first randomly selected passerby was caught in less than an hour. But when Xu Moru was selected, things started to take an unexpected turn. "Damn, this isn't how the script goes. This Xu Moru is too bold, he's not following the rules at all." "Crap, is this guy taking it seriously?" "The female celebrity has been scared to tears!"
