The hemp rope drew a bizarre arc in the air, coiling around 'Wang Ye'.
Wang Ye's eyes were vacant, letting the ropes bind him without showing any intention of resisting.
As the ropes wrapped around him layer by layer, Wang Ye seemed unaffected, still staring at Wang Ye with vacant eyes.
"Not a ghost?"
Wang Ye's eyebrows furrowed slightly. The ropes could restrain and suppress ghosts, but had no effect on other things.
Just then...
The 'Wang Ye' bound by the ropes, his stiff face twisted, then he forced a smile at Wang Ye with great difficulty.
Immediately after, his body ignited in a bizarre combustion, filling Wang Ye's room with a strong stench of corpses.
Wang Ye's face was vigilant as he instinctively took a few steps back, but his gaze remained fixed on the figure identical to himself.
After a long time...
'Wang Ye' turned to ashes in the flames.
Smelling the unpleasant stench of corpses, Wang Ye frowned slightly, opened the window, and soon the smell in the house dispersed. Looking at the pile of ashes, Wang Ye fell into contemplation.
"Clearly, this ghost thing was planning to ambush me."
"But after being discovered by me, it directly self-combusted."
"Or rather, whatever was controlling it knew it was no match for me, and didn't want me to get any clues?"
"Just who is that guy behind this, human or ghost..."
In the past, Wang Ye would have directly judged that the one controlling this ghost thing was human, after all, ghosts had no consciousness.
But after the recent experience in the Wasteland, Wang Ye had a deeper understanding of this world.
Perhaps...
In the deepest parts of the Wasteland, in the forbidden areas, those ghosts were no different from humans.
After cleaning up the ashes, Wang Ye sat on the sofa, holding the note Zhou Han had left on the door, a smile at the corner of his mouth.
That crazy woman had come looking for him...
Surely she didn't really want to dissect him, right, it shouldn't be that extreme.
Wang Ye thought optimistically.
Just then, Wang Ye's phone rang.
Seeing the number, Wang Ye frowned slightly and answered.
"Minister Zhang, what's the matter?"
Wang Ye pressed his temples wearily and said.
The whole day in the Wasteland had kept Wang Ye's spirits on high alert, and after returning home to experience this, his mental state was a bit poor.
"You've dealt with the ghost thing in your room?"
Zhang ZiLiang's calm voice came over the phone.
Wang Ye's expression gradually became serious: "How did you know about it?"
"If I didn't even have this much intelligence capability, what kind of...minister would I be. After all, I am a minister, am I not."
Zhang ZiLiang's voice held no trace of arrogance, as if he was just stating a fact.
Sly old fox!
Wang Ye cursed inwardly, as expected none of these ministers were simple.
Knowing something was wrong with his room, he didn't give a single word of warning, this was probably a test of his abilities as well.
If he hadn't dealt with it himself, dying was just dying.
"Then thank you for Minister Zhang's concern." Although displeased inwardly, Wang Ye still smiled and spoke.
On the phone, Zhang ZiLiang frowned slightly at the sound of Wang Ye's voice.
Full of energy, uninjured.
It didn't seem to have been too difficult to resolve.
Thinking this, Zhang ZiLiang was silent for a moment: "Alright, let's talk business."
"Today, a fierce ghost from the Wasteland broke through the outer energy barriers and came in." Zhang ZiLiang's voice was solemn: "Currently in the Logistics Department, there are 7 paranormals left alive, I've sent them all over."
"This incident has already caused severe impact. Securing a squad quota probably won't be an issue if it's resolved."
Listening to Zhang ZiLiang's words, Wang Ye's eyes flashed in contemplation, and after a long silence he laughed and said: "So you need me as a safety net?"
"Of course, resolving this supernatural incident with just the 7 of them...will be difficult."
"So when the crisis comes, you'll need to make a move."
Zhang ZiLiang's voice was still calm, as if he was just stating things normally.
But Wang Ye's expression was grave, a trace of apprehension in his eyes: "In that case, why not have me go over now?"
The phone was silent for a long time.
Zhang ZiLiang's icy voice floated over: "After all, only by appearing at a person's most desperate moment, does one's image become the brightest, the most revered, right..."
"Even if it costs a few lives?" Wang Ye said lightly.
"Yes, what I need is an A Squad made up of elites, not a nursing home." Zhang ZiLiang's voice remained as cold as ever.
Wang Ye's hand holding the phone turned pale, and he was silent for a long time before nodding: "I understand."
Having said that, Wang Ye hung up the phone in his hand.
Staring at the screen, at the characters 'Zhang ZiLiang' marked in his contacts, he fell into contemplation.
Was cooperating with this ruthless man really the right choice...
No one could give an answer, just like no one knew that the Zhang ZiLiang who was as happy as a child at the slightest thing, had such an icy cold heart.
Feeling the tiredness in his body, Wang Ye carefully put away the ghost vine.
His current mental state was not suitable for strengthening his body.
Afterwards, Wang Ye carefully took out the three half-burnt spirit money bills, selecting the one with the least burn marks, and carefully attached it to his hand.
An instant icy sensation spread through his whole body.
His hand gradually became numb, and that feeling of disconnect from the rest of his body disappeared.
His body, which had been subtly deteriorating, seemed to be soothed by this icy feeling.
"As expected, it can slow down the decay of my abilities..."
Wang Ye nodded satisfactorily, and put away the remaining two bills.
He hid these two things in a concealed compartment in his room.
As for the doppelganger doll, Wang Ye kept it on his person.
After all, it was something that could save his life.
Having handled everything, Wang Ye breathed a sigh of relief. Finally unable to endure the mental exhaustion, he fell into a deep sleep.
Gradually...
The sun set.
Night, deepened.
Accompanied by a sinister aura, the wooden door appeared again in the living room.
And Wang Ye's eyes opened almost at the same time as the wooden door.
"Harvest season has finally arrived..."
A smile appeared at the corner of Wang Ye's mouth as he pushed open the door and walked in.
Unlike usual, the moment he entered the post office, a surge of energy instantly poured into Wang Ye's body.
Under the intense pain, Wang Ye immediately collapsed to the ground.
Blood beads continuously gushed out along Wang Ye's body, dyeing his clothes blood red.
Wang Ye's face turned pale as he couldn't help but let out low roars.
Along with the blood beads, terrifying wounds split open on his skin...
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!
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...
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.
transmigrates into the role of a villainous rich second-generation kid in an urban fantasy novel, and gets bound to a god-tier choice system. Right at the start, he catches the female lead stealing exam papers! This triggers the villain's choice options! [Choice 1: Pretend you didn't see anything] [Choice 2: Loudly call her out, drawing everyone's attention] [Choice 3: ...] And thus, a twisted villain is born. To avoid getting killed by the protagonist, he has no choice but to take down all the protagonists first. Jiang Che: Nobody understands being twisted better than me!
