Wang Ye's mind was still fully focused inside his body, seemingly unaware of the changes around him.
Xiao Si's palm was raised in midair, hesitating to fall.
Finally, after half a minute, her hand silently retracted and stiffly returned to its original place as she stood motionless.
Wang Ye, who was meditating, imperceptibly flicked the bone-picking knife back into his sleeve as he continued to fully absorb the power of half this fruit.
Unlike the one from the suburban graveyard, the energy of this fruit was relatively mild, although its power was still much greater than Wang Ye could control.
From noon until nightfall, the energy of this fruit was finally completely absorbed by Wang Ye.
He heaved a long sigh of relief. The side effects of using the ghost knife had now completely disappeared, and his strength had steadily increased.
If he encountered Jia Nan again, he could beat him to a pulp in 10 minutes at most!
And now, he still had a whole intact fruit in his hand. Although this trip to the Ancient Domain was risky, the gains were also not small!
Just then, the wooden door leading to the post office silently appeared in the living room.
Wang Ye's expression changed slightly. He reflexively looked towards the bedroom and saw Xiao Wu still unconscious. He carefully closed her door before pushing open the wooden door and entering the post office.
For some reason, Wang Ye felt the post office seemed a little different from before, but he couldn't say how.
Reluctantly returning the human skin mask to the front desk, Wang Ye saw only one line of crooked little words on the note.
'Next mission: 12 am tomorrow night.'
...
He had just narrowly escaped death, yet the post office only gave him one day's rest?
One day, this post office would be the death of him.
Wang Ye silently complained as he turned and left.
With the appearance of the Ancient Domain, a lingering question grew in Wang Ye's heart.
Did he stumble upon the post office by chance, or did the post office seek him out on purpose!
And why did the Ancient Domain only appear in his neighborhood?
Was it really just a coincidence that he ended up at the center of this whirlpool?
Puzzled, Wang Ye sat down on the sofa and fell asleep.
...
As night fell, in the room next to Wang Ye's, 'Wang Ye Zhen' carefully placed the encyclopedia on the table. He sprayed some perfume in the room, satisfied, before pushing open the door and leaving.
Standing in the corridor, he took one last lingering look at Wang Ye's door before disappearing into the darkness.
When he reappeared, he was standing outside Shangjing City, feeling the breath of the barren land as he walked forward alone.
With the appearance and disappearance of the Ancient Domain, Wang Ye's neighbors finally left.
Donghua District began to quiet down.
When the paranormal squad arrived to clean up, they only found empty rooms and Mao Yong'an still absorbing the fruit.
The next day...
Xiao Wu was still in a coma, but her breathing was much steadier.
With nothing to do, Wang Ye finally remembered he still had an A Team and members in Donghua District.
Arriving at the base, only Wang Qiang and Liu Qian were dutifully at their posts.
"Li Hongtian still hasn't come?" Wang Ye asked.
Wang Qiang shook his head: "He came by once this morning. When he saw you weren't here, he left."
Looking for me?
Wang Ye thought for a moment: "What about Zhou Han?"
He hadn't seen Zhou Han for several days. Without that neurotic woman, even the air was quieter.
"Zhou Han?"
"Who's Zhou Han?" Wang Qiang's somewhat confused voice made Wang Ye's expression become grave.
Asking Liu Qian yielded the same blank look at the unfamiliar name.
Sensing something wrong, Wang Ye took out his phone to show them Zhou Han's photo, but...
Zhou Han's image had disappeared from the photos, leaving only the backgrounds, as if she had never existed.
"Oh right, captain. Supplies from the Operations and Intelligence Departments have arrived." Wang Qiang's voice held some excitement. After all, this was a huge amount of resources that could provide greater security if utilized properly.
But Wang Ye's thoughts had already drifted away: "Mm, you can handle it."
Compared to those supplies he now looked down on, he was more concerned about Zhou Han's situation.
Why would she be erased from people's memories, even traces of her existence disappearing, while only he retained memories of her?
The suburban graveyard!
That's right, there were also photos of Zhou Han at the suburban graveyard!
Wang Ye hurried to the graveyard location. Seeing the Old Man absent, he breathed a sigh of relief and went to Zhou Han's tombstone.
But...
The original name of Ji Ziqian had been replaced.
Wang Fugui!
The photo had also changed from Zhou Han to a middle-aged obese man!
No, impossible!
His memory absolutely could not be muddled.
Wang Ye had absolute confidence in himself.
Thinking this, Wang Ye exited the graveyard and returned home. On his computer he searched for that photo from the suburban graveyard again!
It was on that photo that he had discovered Zhou Han's identity issue!
But looking at the photo again, the name had similarly changed to Wang Fugui's.
Wang Fugui...
Who was he again?
Wang Ye searched for information on Wang Fugui.
Wang Fugui, 1948-1982.
Businessman.
Died of illness.
No children.
The brief introduction showed this person seemed unremarkable at the time.
Everything was very ordinary.
Wang Ye solemnly closed the computer and fell into contemplation.
...
Buddha Kingdom.
Jia Nan, who had collapsed unconscious in bed for a full day and night from his heavy injuries, suddenly opened his eyes wide.
Surrounding his bed were a group of old monks, who upon Jia Nan's awakening lowered their heads with palms pressed together.
"Greetings, Buddha's son."
"Greetings, Buddha's son."
Jia Nan, who should have been elated, instead seemed angry now, gritting out resentfully: "Bunch of bastards!"
The monks glanced at each other, somewhat puzzled.
Why was the Buddha's son being so rude to them?
The next moment, Jia Nan suddenly came to his senses. He hurriedly forced himself up from the bed and stood, resuming a benign expression as he bowed to the monks.
But his lowered gaze still blazed with fury!
Those wretched bastards, he would beat their brains out with his own hands sooner or later!
"The Buddha said: In three months, enter the secular world."
At this time, a shaven-headed child tottered to the door and spoke in a tender voice.
"Amitabha."
Jia Nan and all the monks murmured the Buddha's name.
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.
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.
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!"
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!
