“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.
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?!
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.
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.
