Wang Ye silently retreated back to his original position, falling into silence.
Mao Yong'an seemed to act as if nothing had happened, glancing over Wang Ye, and then still warily, murmured softly with Wang Ye.
They seemed to be discussing something.
During this time, Wang Ye had always been like a listener, only occasionally nodding his head, appearing somewhat cold.
But this better matched Mao Yong'an's understanding of Wang Ye, and he did not doubt his identity.
Everyone still kept staring at the wall, as if wanting to find something in those pairs of eyeballs, but there was no clue at all, and even the emotions were vaguely becoming somewhat irritable.
As time kept passing, Wang Ye was constantly organizing all the memories about ghosts and spiritual objects over the years in his mind, wanting to reintegrate them.
And at this moment, the bell rang again.
Everyone's bodies suddenly froze in place, silently waiting for the birth of the unlucky person.
The eyeballs on the wall kept rolling wildly, finally focusing on a figure.
Xiao Si.
Perhaps Xiao Si could be used to verify his guesses to some extent.
Wang Ye thought, controlling Xiao Si to stand still and not move.
Not following the rules of this ghost thing.
The eyeballs on the wall went from excited and expectant to restless and angry.
At this moment, countless eyeballs were like awakened eye ability users, emitting lights of various colors.
And their target was Xiao Si.
On the wall, blood slowly flowed down, and a strange energy floated in the air, shrouding Xiao Si.
The blood flowed onto the floor, forming strange patterns along the floorboards, as if it were some kind of altar.
The energy in the air continued to fluctuate more and more strongly, but in the end it seemed to be swallowed up and disappeared strangely when it touched Xiao Si.
Everyone looked at Xiao Si with panic and anxiety in their eyes.
If it weren't for the strong ghostly energy emanating from Xiao Si, they would have forcibly grabbed Xiao Si's hand long ago and made him pick the wooden tiles.
Useless against Xiao Si?
After discovering that this kind of energy had no effect on Xiao Si no matter how it fluctuated, Wang Ye controlled Xiao Si to grab the wooden tiles.
Only this time, he grabbed two at the same time.
As Xiao Si's jade hands approached, the wooden tiles disappeared mysteriously from the wooden table.
After Xiao Si's hands moved away, they reappeared.
The rules do not allow it? Even Xiao Si couldn't break the rules of other ghosts' games?
After roughly figuring out his thoughts, Wang Ye controlled Xiao Si to randomly grab a wooden tile.
Death
The character for death on the wooden tile, painted as if with blood, looked ferocious.
The eyeballs on the wall became excited and expectant at this moment, as if there would be one more of their kind.
The wooden tile turned into a strange energy, entwining Xiao Si's body and gathering toward his eyes.
But the next second...
The energy disappeared.
The wooden table and wooden tiles shattered at the same time.
As if they had encountered their nemesis.
The eyeballs on the wall became somewhat panic-stricken at this moment, and blood kept gushing out of their pupils.
One after another eyeball exploded like being stomped on, turning into juice that flowed down the wall.
A strong, bloody stench filled the room.
This bizarre change stunned everyone in place.
Their faces were filled with incredulity and shock.
Wang Ye silently exhaled a breath.
As expected, his inference was correct. Ghosts can indeed be killed, it's just that as special existences, the stronger the ghosts, the harder they are to kill.
And humans are still very weak at present, so wanting to kill ghosts is a bit unrealistic.
So it created the illusion that ghosts cannot be killed?
No, that doesn't make sense either.
Previously in the desolate land, he had encountered a person who had awakened five times, and even now when he recalled the energy fluctuations of that person, it was beyond what Wang Ye could compare with.
After all, with each awakening, a human's physical strength would double.
After the third awakening, each additional awakening brought a increase in strength that the first three awakenings could not compare with.
Such an existence, when facing low-level ghosts and monsters, should be able to completely kill them right?
But why was there no information about this?
Wang Ye kept recalling every detail, and finally seemed to realize something. He was stunned in place, smiling wryly.
The Tian Group, the audit test.
That seemingly very weak ghost that had been modified.
He didn't notice anything at the time, but didn't that already explain the reason?
And that strange flashlight with the ghost's eyeball on it.
So the Tian Group had known about this long ago, they just hadn't made it public.
If he analyzed along the line of the Tian Group knowing that ghosts could actually be killed, everything became simple.
A large part of the ordinary people who survived the first Eternal Night were quickly protected and did not experience the kind of terror where they could die at any time.
So although they knew it was chaotic times, they still had an ignorance towards the existence of ghosts and monsters.
For the current Tian Group, people who could not awaken were not particularly valuable. It was better to let them live carefree lives, at least they could still reproduce.
The offspring they produced would increase the output of ability users, after all, whether or not one had special energy in their body was not fixed.
And ability users already had a high mortality rate to begin with. If they knew ghosts could actually be killed, it would give them a sense of relief, feeling that they could solve all the ghosts sooner or later.
This subconscious relaxation would cause more ability user deaths.
Of course, things were not absolute.
This kind of withholding information could also make ability users become desperate and go crazy.
It could only be said that everyone had their own ideas, there was no right or wrong. After all, standing in the position of the Tian Group's leaders, seeking stability was the most important thing.
After all, every failed decision could lead to more deaths.
To sum it up...
His A-level information authority was still just a facade in the Tian Group.
Perhaps the S-level, SS-level, SSS-level were waiting for him ahead.
That sneaky old Zhang ZiLiang!
Wang Ye couldn't help but curse silently.
At this time, on the wall, along with the collective explosion of the eyeballs, only one remained hanging hollowly.
Found it!
That youth from the Buddhist Clan was somewhat excited. There was a hidden door on the wall that they had analyzed before. The mechanism to open the hidden door must be on the eyeballs on the wall, but among these hundreds of eyeballs, accurately finding one was simply impossible!
They had even tried destroying all the eyeballs, but it didn't work.
And now, with Xiao Si's level suppression, it was silently cracked.
The youth held a Buddhist precept staff and smashed it on the eyeball.
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!
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.
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.
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
