Upon seeing this mysterious old man again, Wang Ye was filled with unease, even with his current abilities.
The two of them were inside and outside the hut respectively, silently staring at each other...
After a long while, Wang Ye embarrassingly laughed and took out a candle lamp from his backpack, carefully passing it through the window into the wooden hut.
However, the old man seemed as if he did not see it at all, and was still silently gazing at Wang Ye without any movement.
"You're not going to take it?"
A thoughtful look flashed across Wang Ye's eyes. He gritted his teeth and boldly took two more steps forward.
The old man still did not make any moves. Suddenly, the door of the wooden hut opened.
"Do you want me to go in?"
Wang Ye's expression was gloomy and uncertain. Even until now, he was still unable to ascertain the identity of this old man, even if he was a customer of the post office!
Moreover, who said all the customers of the post office were good people?
Wasn't there still an unlucky ghost lying under Grave No. 3 in the suburbs' cemetery?
Taking a deep breath, Wang Ye gradually calmed down, controlling his heartbeat as he slowly approached the door of the hut.
The old man had turned around at some point, still silently watching Wang Ye.
His face that was as dry as bark revealed an eerie smile.
With the flickering wind, the candle lamp on the table next to the old man finally burnt out completely.
The firelight...
Went out.
As the last wisp of candlelight extinguished, the suburbs' cemetery was completely swallowed by darkness.
Chilly breaths kept blowing over; mournful roars could be clearly heard from within the graveyard!
'Boom!'
'Boom!'
Deafening rumbles continuously sounded. All of the tombstones in the graveyard showed signs of shattering.
The ground beneath the tombstones churned and rolled.
The smile on the old man's face finally disappeared. He was standing outside the wooden hut at some point, looking towards the not too far away graveyard.
"Light..."
"The candle..."
Finally, the old man slowly opened his mouth, and a somewhat stiff voice rang out.
"Damn it!"
Wang Ye clenched his teeth. The chilly breaths continuously swept over his body, seemingly wanting to completely freeze him.
Within the graveyard, the countless terrifying pressures made it very difficult for Wang Ye to even lift his hand.
Resisting the horrifying pressure, Wang Ye slowly placed the candle lamp on the wooden table and took out a lighter.
However, each time he produced a flame, a cold gust of wind would blow it out.
The sounds from within the graveyard grew even louder.
The entire graveyard seemed to be continuously shaking, as if it could collapse at any moment.
The anxious Wang Ye continuously flicked the lighter.
At some point, the old man's figure had disappeared without a trace.
"Damn it!"
Wang Ye continuously struck the lighter while using his body to block the window.
Finally...
In an instant, the candle lamp was lit with firelight.
Familiar candlelight once again illuminated the inside of the wooden hut.
The noises from the graveyard gradually faded away. One after another unwilling roars lessened until they disappeared.
Wang Ye, whose body was nearly frozen stiff, heaved a long sigh of relief as he slumped down on the ground, his body shivering unceasingly.
Everything that had just happened seemed like an illusion.
What he didn't see was that within the graveyard, a tombstone soundlessly shattered.
The old man was standing silently in front of the collapsed tombstone at some point.
Amidst sinister laughter, the ground churned. A hand fiercely stretched out from below.
The arm was covered in lividity and was an ashen color.
"Return..."
The old man's voice was still stiff as it softly echoed within the graveyard.
That arm seemed to be under tremendous pressure as it twistedly shrank bit by bit back into the soil.
When it reached the fingers, it gradually came to a stop.
Several fingers stubbornly remained outside the soil.
The old man turned around...and gradually disappeared into the darkness. Within the graveyard, a faint sigh continuously reverberated...
...
Inside the wooden hut, it took Wang Ye a long time before his body gradually recovered its mobility.
He forced himself up despite his physical discomfort.
Looking at the candle lamp on the wooden table, he was slightly dazed.
This candlelight...seemed to have a suppressing effect?
In other words, this candle lamp was used to suppress this suburban graveyard?
Thinking about the layer of wax he had secretly scraped off with a dagger, a cold sweat rolled down Wang Ye's forehead.
He didn't know if this would have any effect on the graveyard.
However...when he thought about that mysterious post office, his heart relaxed once more.
Letting out a long breath, Wang Ye put on his backpack again, preparing to leave.
The next second, looking towards the doorway, Wang Ye's pupils slightly contracted.
At some point, the old man had silently appeared at the entrance, his gaze fixed on Wang Ye.
"Cough cough, you're...you're back?"
"If there's nothing else..."
"I'll be on my way..."
Wang Ye softly coughed and revealed an embarrassed smile on his face as he slowly sidled towards the entrance.
The old man's face was expressionless, like a statue.
Finally, when Wang Ye arrived at the entrance, the old man lightly shifted his body to make way.
Wang Ye hurriedly rushed out, rapidly retreating while keeping his eyes fixed warily on the old man.
If the old man discovered the thinner candle and was unsatisfied enough to give him a slap, he could probably die honorably...
Fortunately...
The old man did not make any moves from start to finish.
Only when Wang Ye gradually disappeared into the darkness did the old man slowly retract his gaze. His movements somewhat stiff, he returned to the wooden hut and sat down on a chair.
Silently gazing at the candle lamp, the old man was lost in thought for a long time...
"Interesting..."
The old man suddenly revealed a smile. He stiffly said.
Afterwards, the old man's figure gradually faded away, as if he had never appeared at all.
And at the entrance of the wooden hut, the red "1" seemed to have become even more vibrant, faintly appearing to ooze blood.
...
Far away behind the suburban graveyard, Wang Ye deeply exhaled in relief.
He had finally left.
Although the tasks at the two places in the suburban graveyard were not especially dangerous, the impact they gave Wang Ye was unparalleled.
That mysterious old man, the powerful oppressive aura, could always make Wang Ye feel a sense of despair.
Moreover, this old man was full of mystery. Wang Ye really wasn't sure if the old man would snap and slap him to death just because he was in a bad mood one day.
Fortunately...
He had perfectly completed this task.
What delighted Wang Ye was that this candle seemed to be exceptionally powerful, able to suppress the entire suburban graveyard.
If he made good use of those little wax shavings he scraped off, perhaps they could have a miraculous effect.
Thinking thus, Wang Ye's mood gradually improved.
Arriving at the door of his home, Wang Ye's gaze turned cold as a boning knife soundlessly appeared in his hand.
The door...
At some unknown point...had opened!
"Am I running a supermarket here!"
Wang Ye cursed inwardly. Recently, his home seemed to be especially lively!
Thinking so, Wang Ye's gaze turned slightly cold. Clutching the boning knife, he silently headed inside.
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.
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
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!
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."
