“You mean...gold?”
Zhang Kai hesitated for a moment, looking at Wang Ye as he spoke.
Wang Ye silently nodded, his eyes full of calm: “So, detecting if there is a path ahead is very simple.”
As he spoke, Wang Ye's gaze faintly looked towards Zhang Kai's fingers.
On Zhang Kai's fingers, there was a gold ring.
“Damn, do you know how expensive gold is nowadays?”
Zhang Kai said somewhat reluctantly, but he took off the ring without any hesitation and threw it into the darkness.
In this situation, any hesitation could lead to failure of action, or even annihilation.
The originally dim, seemingly abyssal passage, the ring eerily floated in mid-air, and even bounced a few times.
Wang Ye let out a breath: “It looks like we’re lucky. This ghost can barely create illusions, but still can’t change reality.”
“If the abilities of this ghost are limited to this, then things will be much easier.”
There was a hint of confidence in Zhang Kai's eyes as he spoke, and he lifted his leg to step onto the rickety stairs.
“If you do that, I might think I chose the wrong partner.”
Unexpectedly, Wang Ye's icy voice sounded behind Zhang Kai.
“First, the ghost's murder pattern is still unknown.”
“Second, although the gold test resulted in an illusion, whether only gold is unaffected remains untested.”
“Finally, cooperation requires both sides to contribute. I can take on the experimental, cannon fodder role, but to demonstrate sincerity, you should tell me your paranormal ability.”
“If all the B-rank team members were like you, you should have been annihilated long ago.”
In the darkness, Wang Ye's calm gaze looked straight into Zhang Kai's somewhat green eyes, without a trace of fear.
“......”
Zhang Kai was silent for a few seconds: “I admit you're right.”
“Although your ridicule makes me feel angry.”
Zhang Kai looked deeply at Wang Ye and continued: “Zhang Kai, paranormal ability awakened, ocular.”
“Currently discovered two abilities.”
“Under normal conditions I can track the origin and whereabouts of ghosts.”
“I can temporarily deter ghosts for a short period of time.”
Listening to Zhang Kai's words, Wang Ye's frown deepened: “You've only discovered two abilities...”
“And they are support skills.”
If there were other more offensive paranormal ability users teamed up at this time, Zhang Kai's support would undoubtedly greatly increase the team's survival rate.
But Wang Ye was just an ordinary person.
“As a B-rank team member, you should carry a container to capture ghosts, right?”
There was a hint of doubt in Wang Ye's voice. Zhang Kai's actions had already made Wang Ye somewhat doubt the abilities of the man in front of him.
Zhang Kai looked deeply at Wang Ye, suppressed the anger in his heart, took a deep breath: “I have one.”
“Good.”
“Next, it's time for me to play my role.”
Wang Ye did not care about Zhang Kai's attitude. Bringing emotions when dealing with spiritual events was obviously very irrational. This Zhang Kai was still too naive.
As he spoke, Wang Ye walked in front of Zhang Kai and frowned as he looked at the dark path ahead, stepping up. He gently stepped and tapped.
“Is it really just a simple illusion?”
Although what was in front of him seemed like an abyss, deep and terrifying, Wang Ye actually stepped on something solid and felt the shape of the stairs with a light touch.
“Walk where I stepped.”
“Be ready to pull me up if I fall.”
Wang Ye slightly turned his head and instructed, then lifted his foot and walked towards the upstairs position.
Zhang Kai stood behind Wang Ye. For some reason, at this moment he felt a sense of leadership from Wang Ye similar to that of his own captain.
It seemed that he didn't need to think for himself, just follow the instructions.
This damn sense of security.
Zhang Kai shook his head slightly and followed Wang Ye, sensing the source of the ghost ahead and exploring.
At this time...
The ceiling of the school building was getting wetter and wetter. Droplets of unknown water or blood slowly dripped down.
They dripped onto the students' clothes or necks.
Gradually, a wisp of cold wind blew by, and the air seemed to gradually become colder.
The next second...
"Ah!!!"
A scream suddenly came from the crowd.
A dried corpse in school uniform had fallen silently on the ground at some point.
"It's...it's Wang Yang!"
A student seemed to recognize the identity of the dried corpse and said in horror.
But the next second, his neck seemed to be pricked by a needle. Somewhat puzzled, he touched it, then gradually lost consciousness under the horrified eyes of his fellow students.
In front of everyone, his body shriveled up visibly until he finally turned into a dried corpse.
Identical to the previous corpse on the ground.
Fear, despair...
The oppressive atmosphere unknowingly permeated the crowd. In the corridor, one after another, people suddenly widened their eyes and fell silently to the ground.
Unknowingly, the walls seemed to become wetter.
And the light red droplets that originally dripped down seemed to deepen slightly in color.
......
"Stop, this floor."
On the 4th floor, a green light flashed in Zhang Kai's eyes, and he said solemnly.
Wang Ye silently stopped and didn't make a sound, just silently looking at Zhang Kai.
"I can feel that the ghostly energy on this floor is very strong, the specific location..."
Green light flickered in Zhang Kai's eyes, and his face became paler. After a long time, Zhang Kai took a deep breath.
"That room!"
Zhang Kai suddenly pointed to the innermost room at the end of the corridor, which was half open.
The entire 4th floor corridor was eerily quiet. Oddly, there was not a trace of people in the corridor. Only the sound of water dripping onto the floor could be faintly heard.
Under these circumstances, it was particularly bizarre.
"This is..."
Wang Ye's eyebrows were slightly furrowed as he recalled the layout of the school.
"The principal's office!"
Finally, Wang Ye's eyes lit up as he spoke.
"Why is the ghost's source there?"
There was a hint of suspicion in Zhang Kai's voice.
Wang Ye silently shook his head: "Let's think of a way to get there first."
As he spoke, Wang Ye pointed to the floor: "Check it with your eyes."
"!!!"
"Are you using me as a flashlight?"
Zhang Kai looked coldly at Wang Ye, but retreated in the face of Wang Ye's calm expression. Helplessly, he emitted the green glow in his eyes and looked at the floor.
The next moment, Wang Ye's expression suddenly changed.
"This is!!"
Bodies all over the floor, all hidden in the darkness.
The bodies were like all the moisture in them was lost, dried corpses.
"This path is very dangerous."
Wang Ye's eyes flashed a hint of apprehension as he calmly said, "Look closely, their actions when each person died."
Zhang Kai looked in the direction Wang Ye pointed.
He found some dried corpses had their palms touching their necks.
"They..."
"Were touching their own necks?"
Zhang Kai gasped and said.

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."

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”

u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.

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?!