Almost instinctively, a gold needle slipped from Wang Ye's wrist, stabbing towards the spot of black at the hole!
The next second, with a feeling as if piercing through a bubble, when the gold needle was withdrawn, it was already covered in fresh blood.
A drop of blood trickled down along the tip of the gold needle and fell onto the floor.
Looking towards the hole again, the spot of black had already dispersed. One could see through the hole that on the other side of the wall was another room, with the same layout as the guest room Wang Ye was in.
At this time, a person with only half a head, was crouching on the floor, covering his eyes.
Blood kept flowing out from between his fingers.
As if noticing Wang Ye's gaze, that figure slowly raised his head. Although his body was already rotten, the remaining half of his head was perfectly intact.
Those still bleeding eyes looked at Wang Ye through the hole, full of eeriness!
Just then, the female corpse hanging from the beam behind him started swaying violently, as if trying to break free from the white cloth and fall to the ground.
Wang Ye blocked up the hole and ignored the person behind the wall. He took out the bronze figurine he had picked up at Abandoned City and flung it forcefully at the female corpse's head!
With a muffled "clang", the eyes of the bronze figurine suddenly lit up with excitement after hitting the female corpse. It opened its mouth and bit down on the female corpse's head.
As its mouth opened and closed incessantly, the female corpse's head disappeared at an exaggerated speed.
Finally, the female corpse opened her eyes. With violent struggling, she fell to the ground.
The bronze figurine also tumbled to the ground, rolling to the door. Although its eyes were filled with bloodthirsty excitement, and the corners of its mouth were covered with blood, it showed no intention to attack.
In just a few seconds, a full third of the female corpse's head was gone.
A ghostly aura surged out from within her, churning continuously, seemingly filled with anger.
And at that moment, from the courtyard came the shrill sound of claws scratching incessantly at something, sending chills down one's spine!
The female corpse's ghostly aura instantly shrank back, as if encountering something that terrified her. She crouched in the corner, not daring to make any sound.
Wang Ye, who had been observing all this while, instantly associated the sound with the scratch marks on the stone table. His expression changed subtly!
Could something have appeared in the courtyard?
What kind of existence could make this female corpse so fearful?
He cautiously took two steps back and leaned against the bed, holding his breath.
Faintly, through the wall, he could hear restless roars coming from next door, along with the sound of pacing back and forth!
The shrill sound was like a signal. Through the paper window of the door, one could vaguely see a shadow, holding a lantern, passing by the door.
Very soon, all the white lanterns in Qin Mansion that were marked with the word "She", were lit up.
Qin Mansion became bright.
Gradually, the scratching sound finally stopped, and Qin Mansion regained its short-lived tranquility.
But the female corpse crouching in the corner did not have any relief from her fearful emotions. On the contrary, thick ghost fog surged out from her body, completely enveloping herself.
The silence lasted only a few minutes. From the courtyard came the sound of sharpening blades.
As the sharpening sound started, the air seemed to turn much colder.
The sound continued for about ten minutes, then came the sound of something being dragged across the ground.
Shortly after, the sound of chopping rang out.
The sound of meat being chopped!
An image formed in Wang Ye's mind.
Someone was sharpening a blade, then dragging a corpse, and using that sharp blade to chop the corpse to pieces!
After about half an hour, the meat chopping sounds stopped.
Through the candlelight, one could see a shadow holding a lantern, moving around again.
He would pause briefly at each white lantern, adding something into them.
Very quickly, the candlelight in Qin Mansion changed from yellow to red.
A blood-like red illuminated Qin Mansion with an eerie feel.
After adding fuel to the lanterns, the shadow pushed open a room door and went inside, closing the door with a soft thud.
Wang Ye heaved a slight sigh of relief, and his tense body relaxed somewhat.
Being on high alert for so long had exhausted his spirit.
At this time, it was barely past 8pm. This night still had a long way to go.
The female corpse in the corner gathered her ghostly aura and finally stood up from the floor. Her head twisted 180 degrees, her bloodstained eyes flashing with cold light as she looked towards Wang Ye.
Next door, the restless pacing also stopped at this moment.
Based on the sounds, it seemed the shadow had come to the wall again, wanting to continue peering into this room, but was angered to find the peephole blocked. He kept pounding the wall, making "thud thud" sounds.
...
From these actions, Wang Ye confirmed at least one thing.
It should be temporarily safe now.
Otherwise these two ghosts wouldn't become active again.
He was just unsure whether the sounds would attract that terrifying being over again!
Wang Ye's expression was cold. Helplessly, he reopened the blocked peephole. Soon, the pounding stopped, and an anxious eye peered at Wang Ye's room through the hole again.
As that pair of eyes spied, the female corpse became quiet again, her emotions no longer violent.
It seemed...
From the beginning, the eyes in the peephole were looking not at him, but at the female corpse.
At this moment, he had the illusion,
that these two ghosts were silently staring at each other through the peephole.
Another half an hour or so passed.
Suddenly there were sounds coming from Qin Mansion's front gate, followed by hurried footsteps.
Soon, a shadow ran from the main gate to the door of Wang Ye's room, knocking urgently.
"Is anyone there, is anyone there?"
"Help, there's a...a ghost!"
The shadow kept crying for help, his voice filled with terror, as if he had seen something with his own eyes.
Wang Ye sat at the bedside, his expression unchanged.
Would an ordinary person afraid of ghosts still appear in these wastelands?
Not far away, the sound of a room door opening could be heard, along with heavy footsteps approaching the guest room!
Damn!
It was that meat chopping fellow!
Wang Ye instantly analyzed based on the footsteps!
To think he had attracted such a horrifying being to his own door.
The female corpse released ghost fog again, enveloping herself completely.
Wang Ye held his breath, his heartbeat growing weaker and weaker, almost coming to a stop. At this moment, the ghost aura from his Ghost Constable Uniform had almost completely disappeared, along with any traces of the living on him.
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.
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
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!
