Looking at the wooden door appearing in the room, Wang Ye couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. He instinctively glanced at Xiao Si beside him and found that she had no reaction at all before stepping into the wooden door.
The reason why he kept Xiao Si until now was that he wanted to see the reaction of this mysterious post office.
With the post office's capabilities, they probably knew about Xiao Si's current situation, since she was the owner of the post office's second letter.
The fact that this wooden door opened in front of Xiao Si meant that she was, at least for the time being, not posing any threat.
Thinking of this...
A trace of a smile emerged on the corner of Wang Ye's mouth as he walked familiarly to the front desk.
The next second, the corners of Wang Ye's mouth twitched violently...
A candlestick was sitting quietly on the front desk...
Wang Ye was already too familiar with this style.
Sure enough...
The note clearly read:
"Address: Suburban Cemetery, Grave No.1"
"Deliver letter to owner of Grave No. 1"
"Reward: Ghost Knife"
"Time: 12 am on the 3rd"
Wang Ye took a deep breath, his eyes full of gravity.
So that cabin was Grave No. 1?
Wang Ye was not too surprised. After completing the previous task, he had guessed upon reflection that the only possibility for Grave No. 1 was that cabin.
Unexpected yet reasonable.
But...that mysterious old man, whether he was human or ghost, Wang Ye still could not determine.
Also, unlike previous tasks, a specific time was given this time.
In other words, at other times, the old man might not be at the suburban cemetery?
Instantly, Wang Ye's eyes lit up as his thoughts became more nimble.
After all, without experience the first time delivering the letter, he didn't get anything out of it, and it had become a thorn in his side.
Thinking of this, Wang Ye silently picked up the candlestick and observed it. He found that the exterior was very ordinary, but the candle inside faintly emitted a stench of corpses.
Without looking further, Wang Ye carefully held the candlestick and walked out of the post office.
In the living room, the wooden door gradually disappeared, and Xiao Si still stood in place, without any reaction.
Arriving at the study, Wang Ye carefully placed the candlestick on the desk, took out a dagger, and gently inserted it into the wick hole.
Then, using the dagger, he gently scraped the candlestick.
Layer after layer of wax flakes were constantly dug out by Wang Ye along the dagger, and finally stored in a small bottle made of gold.
Gradually, the small bottle was filled with the residue of the candle, while the candle in the candlestick shrank by at least an inch.
Although he didn't know what the candle was used for, things associated with that terrifying old man probably wouldn't be simple.
After carefully sealing the small golden bottle, Wang Ye heaved a long sigh of relief.
At this moment, the knot in Wang Ye's heart about not getting anything out of the suburban cemetery was finally smoothed out.
Lying in bed, Wang Ye gradually fell asleep.
In his dreams, the terrifying suburban cemetery let out bursts of roars, one tombstone after another cracked, and countless terrifying auras were released within the cemetery.
And that old man looked at Wang Ye with a weird smile.
Waking up with a start, looking at the sun outside the window, Wang Ye instinctively wiped the sweat from his forehead and breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately...
It was just a dream.
After preparing for a day, Wang Ye quietly waited for nightfall.
Suddenly, Wang Ye thought of something, his eyes flashing slightly. The note mentioned earlier that under Grave No. 6 in the suburban cemetery, there seemed to be some secret.
And Xiao Si went there late at night.
At that time, he stood at the entrance out of fear of the old man possibly appearing, and did not go in.
Now that he knew the old man would only come back at 12 o'clock at night, this was the chance.
Thinking this, Wang Ye took a deep look at Xiao Si. After not noticing anything unusual, he left Xiao Si with an order to stay put, pushed open the door, and disappeared into the night...
The suburban cemetery.
Standing at the gate, looking at the cabin next to him, except for the faint candlelight, it was indeed empty.
Because of this task, Wang Ye specifically took a close look at the candlestick in the cabin, and it was indeed the same style as the one in his backpack.
And the candle inside... had burned out.
"So...does it need me to refill it?"
"Could it be...a long term customer?"
Wang Ye whispered to himself as he pondered slightly.
After thinking for a moment and checking his watch, there was still an hour before 12 o'clock.
There was still enough time!
Wang Ye's eyes flickered slightly as he tightened his backpack containing the candlestick and walked in.
If danger arose, he could light this candlestick...
Perhaps that old man would, for his sake as a courier, not kill him...probably...maybe.
For some reason, this bizarre idea popped up in Wang Ye's mind.
Entering the suburban cemetery for the second time.
The air was still as gloomy as ever...
Even the darkness seemed to be higher than outside.
As Wang Ye went deeper into the cemetery, his brows gradually furrowed, his expression solemn.
Compared to last time, cracks could be clearly seen on some of the tombstones.
The deeper he went, the bigger the cracks on the tombstones.
Did this mean...the cemetery was becoming more dangerous?
Suddenly...a flash of light crossed Wang Ye's mind!
The second Eternal Night!
As time passed, the second Eternal Night was about to arrive! Wang Ye roughly estimated the time in his heart and felt a chill.
Only three months left!
Was it this kind of bizarre energy that caused the terrifying beings in the cemetery to gradually awaken?
Finally...
Wang Ye arrived at Grave No. 6.
The original tombstone had completely turned into rubble, and a huge pit appeared on the ground.
At the center of the pit was an upside down mummy!
Its chest had been completely hollowed out, the internal organs gone!
Wang Ye's pupils shrank slightly!
Had Xiao Si killed the owner of Grave No. 6?
Recalling the terrifying roar that night in the cemetery, Wang Ye had a guess in his heart.
But he still had too little information to figure out why Xiao Si would come at night...
And in her sealed, corpse-like state.
The note!
In a flash, Wang Ye understood in his heart.
But when Xiao Si scooped out his internal organs...the reasoning was unclear!
The information he knew so far was far too little...
Could the internal organs be what the note left in Grave No. 6 was referring to?
Wang Ye's brows furrowed slightly as he endured the smell of the rotting corpse, jumped in, and kept groping around the corpse's clothes.
Finally, Wang Ye's eyes lit up sharply!
He picked up a somewhat withered fruit.
After pondering it for quite a while, Wang Ye confirmed it was not any kind he had seen before, and silently put the fruit into his backpack.
And time was getting closer and closer to 12 o'clock.
Wang Ye hurriedly rushed to the cabin.
Finally...at 12 o'clock, Wang Ye arrived at the door of the cabin.
And that old man, as if teleporting, suddenly appeared inside the house, silently looking at Wang Ye through the window.
Beneath his cracked, wrinkled skin due to old age, he smiled eerily.
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.”
e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
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.
