...
The post office could let Wang Ye have half an hour of peace and quiet - this was an immense blessing.
Focusing his mind, Wang Ye surreptitiously observed this child.
Perhaps due to the window material, the child had knocked for a long time but the window didn't budge an inch, only making sounds.
The three-eyed child now finally gave up and lay on the window, ceaselessly looking at Wang Ye.
A person and a ghost, in the deep of night, silently gazing at each other through a window.
After about a minute, the child seemed to finally give up on coming in and turned to leave.
Sitting in the rocking chair, Wang Ye watched the child's receding back, brows slightly furrowed.
He had an indefinable feeling that this matter was not so simple.
About a minute later, the child came back, but was holding a severed arm this time.
Standing in the distance, he took a long look at the wooden hut, then inserted the severed arm into the mud in front of a tombstone, using the arm like a shovel to continuously dig.
The tombstone shook slightly, seeming somewhat excited.
...
So he couldn't get in himself, and wanted to find more people to come in?
Most bizarre was how this child completely ignored the candlelight suppression!
Back at Xiao An Temple, just a little remnant was enough to suppress so many ghosts, rendering them unable to move.
Now there was still some time before the task ended. If he let this guy keep digging, who knew how many beings would appear at the hut entrance at the end.
By then, surrounded by a group of horrifying beings, even he would only face instant death.
As for betting on the candlelight being able to suppress them?
That was too passive, not Wang Ye's style.
Thinking so, Wang Ye suddenly opened the window from inside the hut, looking at the child still digging the grave in the distance, and shouted:
"Come in and sit down?"
Noticing the window opened by Wang Ye, the child's three eyeballs ceaselessly rolled about, brimming with excited radiance. He threw down the half-severed arm in his hand and rushed at the hut.
As the window opened, surges of eerie ghostly energy poured into the room.
Wang Ye held his breath, carefully sensing the aura given off by the three-eyed ghost. After all, it could resist candlelight, so a tiny mistake could turn him into a corpse, without even the fortune of being buried in a graveyard.
One hand gripped the window handle tightly - if something went wrong, Wang Ye could close the window at top speed.
But what astonished him was, this ghost's aura...
Was very weak!
As if it was just a low-level small ghost. According to Luo Ping's given ranking, perhaps it could barely reach the soldier level.
In Shangjing City, any esper could probably annihilate it.
But Wang Ye grew increasingly vigilant in his heart.
The bronze spike that had sealed Xiao Si appeared soundlessly in his hand. Although its energy was greatly depleted, this was still his strongest sealing object.
As for the hemp rope...
He felt it wouldn't be very useful.
The three-eyed ghost drew closer and closer to the window, his expression increasingly excited!
These rich emotional fluctuations affirmed Wang Ye's judgment that it was no common ghost!
Because of his short stature, he climbed up the window with difficulty, squeezing into the hut.
The instant he landed, Wang Ye drove the bronze spike at the spot above his third eye on the brow, forcefully piercing it in.
Almost no resistance - the bronze spike pierced through his skull.
Next second, Wang Ye closed the window, drew out the hemp rope at his waist, and tied him up tightly.
After finishing this series of actions, the three-eyed ghost stood stiffly on the ground, his expression dazed, eyeballs somewhat wandering.
Was this...
Sealed up?
Wang Ye had unknowingly drawn out the Ghost Slashing Blade, ready to hack down at any time.
Discovering that this guy was so easily sealed after being prepared for the worst, he was taken aback for a moment.
According to his speculations, if the bronze spike and hemp rope still couldn't seal this creature, he would go all out with the Ghost Slashing Blade for a lethal blow, then take out the bronze figurine to devour half its corpse.
Finally, he would take out the monk's robe stolen from the torture chamber, making his body enter an illusory state.
If that still didn't work, he would have to play his final trump card...
But after making countless plans, he was shocked to find that just the bronze spike and hemp rope had already done the job?
Was this ghost...
Really so weak?
But how did it nullify the candlelight?
The Wasteland was bizarre everywhere indeed.
Letting out a breath, Wang Ye silently put away the Ghost Slashing Blade, but still watched this three-eyed ghost warily, unwilling to let down his guard.
Only after a full five minutes passed with no movement from it did Wang Ye finally believe it was truly sealed.
So...
Could this ghost's ability be to ignore candlelight?
Did he overthink things...
With only two hours left until the task ended, hopefully the rest would be peaceful.
But contrary to his wishes...
Just five minutes later, through the hut, the faint sound of weeping could be heard. The voice was sorrowful, seemingly able to stir the most sorrowful memories from the depths of one's heart.
And this voice...
Was extremely familiar.
Wang Ye's expression instantly darkened!
That wailing ghost!
This place was very far from Salvage City, how did this ghost get here!
Wang Ye couldn't help but curse inwardly!
Did this ghost originally plan to come to the graveyard, or did it follow him here!
As time passed, the weeping grew clearer and clearer.
That wailing ghost was getting closer and closer to him!
Wang Ye stood up from the rocking chair and came to the bedside, gazing into the distance.
Sure enough!
The wailing ghost was holding a brazier, dressed in mourning clothes, and walking stiffly amongst the graveyard.
Only the mourning hat had been snatched away by Wang Ye, leaving the overall look somewhat strange.
It drew nearer and nearer to the hut, and Wang Ye's expression became more solemn.
Last time he had luckily snatched away the mourning hat, and that was still relying on the wooden chair.
But the chair was left at home, so facing the wailing ghost directly this time would be hard...
Just then, the wailing ghost stopped in its tracks, kneeling before a tombstone, its weeping growing louder. Green flames continuously spurted from that brazier.
The wailing ghost placed its hands into the brazier, ceaselessly taking out head after head, arranging them before the tombstone.
Wang Ye looked closely - they were indeed heads, all with eyes open, giving off a ghostly radiance under the green flames.
The tombstone shook lightly, and a crack suddenly split open in the middle.
A still-bleeding arm stretched out from the ground, grabbed a head, and withdrew back in.
After a moment, it reached out and grabbed another head, repeating the cycle.
Just then, a silhouette staggered over from the distance, also headed for this tombstone, it seemed.
And the wailing ghost slowly raised its head, looking towards the silhouette.
Its weeping now contained a hint of anger.
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
iaobai: "Councilor Dad, front me some funds. I want to hire ten thousand professional miners for a project!" [Five-Star Mission Issued: Capture the leader of the Blood Heaven Pirate Gang, who is on the run in the Radiant Star Sector. It is said the gang has over a hundred members. Proceed with caution.] Lu Xiaobai: "Councilor Dad, lend me the family's hundred-thousand-strong Lu Army!" [Seven-Star Mission Issued: Subdue a juvenile Void Dragon Beast.] Lu Xiaobai: "Councilor Dad, I'm taking your tamed Void Dragon Beast King out for a family reunion!" I said, System, don't you have any slightly more challenging missions? You're just not up to par! [Nine-Star Mission Issued: Become the Human Councilor.] Lu Xiaobai: "Dad, there's a small matter I'd like to discuss with you..."
