Wang Ye's expression turned cold as he walked in silently with a boning knife in hand.
On the living room floor was a pool of somewhat dried blood.
It seemed some time had passed since it was spilled.
The sofa was completely ruined, practically torn apart down the middle.
The walls were covered in scratch marks.
Little Si stood silently in the corner with specks of blood on his hands.
Seeing Little Si, Wang Ye's expression grew even more solemn.
On Little Si's cheek was a scratch mark, oozing droplets of blood as if sliced by a sharp object.
Although Little Si's abilities were almost completely sealed, just his physical strength alone made him one of the top existences in the entire Upper Capital City.
Yet this intruder...was actually able to injure Little Si...
Wang Ye took a deep breath, gripped the boning knife tightly, and continued searching the room.
Unfortunately...
The intruder who broke in seemed to have already left.
Wang Ye silently put down the boning knife, closed the door, and sighed softly at the sight of the shattered sofa.
Despite his skills as a top fighter, and Little Si as a ghost...
With a combination like this, why were people constantly breaking into his home?
Seeming to recall something, Wang Ye opened a hidden compartment in the room and found the tattered paper money and candle wax remains still inside. He fell into deep thought.
He didn't interact with many people.
Could it have been someone sent by Zhang ZiLiang? That made no sense.
He believed Zhang ZiLiang was a smart man, and the two were currently cooperating. He wouldn't do something as foolish as killing the goose that laid the golden eggs.
Among the remaining suspects...
Faces flashed through Wang Ye's mind one by one.
Suddenly, Wang Ye's pupils contracted slightly as he inhaled sharply and closed his eyes.
After a long while...
He silently got up, went to the study, and logged into the new A-grade intelligence website Zhang ZiLiang had given him.
He entered the keywords: Suburban Cemetery, night watchman.
After waiting briefly, some scattered messages appeared.
They were still the same useless contents as before, along with a few blurry photos.
Since no supernatural events had occurred, the Heaven Organization had withdrawn their surveillance of the Suburban Cemetery.
Information about the night watchman was extremely scarce.
He was simply described as a mentally confused old man who willingly accepted the meager wages to work as a night watchman.
"So...this old man still has cognitive abilities, just somewhat impaired thinking?"
Recalling the stiff way the old man spoke, Wang Ye fell into contemplation.
The rest were just some random photos taken inside the Suburban Cemetery.
Wang Ye scrolled through them absentmindedly.
Suddenly, his expression froze as his eyes revealed deep surprise...
He hurriedly scrolled back and opened one photo.
The photo showed rows of familiar gravestones.
On one gravestone, a faded black and white photo could vaguely be seen.
What truly shocked Wang Ye was...he recognized the person in the photo. He could even say he knew her quite well.
Zhou Han!
In the black and white photo, a woman wore an old-fashioned cheongsam that still couldn't conceal her sexy figure.
Her peerless beauty held a hint of gentle warmth.
In an instant, a chill swept over Wang Ye's entire body.
He hurriedly looked at the name on the gravestone.
Ji Ziqian!
"Not called Zhou Han?"
Wang Ye forcibly calmed himself and took a deep breath. He entered Ji Ziqian's name into the intelligence network's search bar.
Ji Ziqian's complete information quickly appeared.
Ji Ziqian, 1976-1990.
A villager of Tieqiao Town.
A strange disease broke out in the village, leading to the mass death of all villagers.
Because Ji Ziqian had a wealthy distant uncle, she was buried in the Suburban Cemetery.
Below was a simple summary of the incident.
But as an ordinary villager, not much information was recorded about her.
Wang Ye's expression was solemn as he frowned and silently gazed at the computer screen, lost in thought.
Clearly, this Ji Ziqian was from before the Eternal Night.
But why would a villager have a photo wearing a cheongsam?
It was known that at the time, only wealthy families could regularly afford to wear cheongsams.
Moreover, looking at the photo, Ji Ziqian's gentle and refined aura was obviously incompatible with that of a villager.
The bizarre disease, and the wealthy uncle whose information was nowhere to be found in the records...
"Even that mad woman is full of secrets now..."
Wang Ye murmured. Then seeming to recall something, he smiled bitterly, "Speaking of secrets, I'm not lacking either."
Thinking this, Wang Ye sighed and sorted out his expression before gently knocking on Zhou Han's door.
After a long while...
The door opened a crack and Zhou Han stuck her head out, tilting it cutely as she looked at Wang Ye, "Little brother, you took the initiative to come see me!"
"Could it be..."
"You've finally accepted my affection!!!"
Zhou Han exclaimed excitedly.
Wang Ye silently looked at Zhou Han, "I think a burglar broke into my home just now. Did you hear any noises?"
Zhou Han lowered her head in disappointment, "I thought you came to see me."
Having said that, Zhou Han resentfully lowered her head and pondered seriously for a moment before shaking her head, "No, I was researching that rosary just now."
"Oh."
Wang Ye nodded lightly and left.
"Hmph! Men of reality!" Zhou Han wrinkled her nose in anger and coldly snorted at Wang Ye before withdrawing her head and forcefully slamming the door shut.
As the door closed, Zhou Han's complexion instantly paled without a trace of color.
On her chest was a horrifying gash, with blood...slowly dripping down her chest.
The floor of the room was littered with bloody gauze.
Zhou Han clutched her chest, each step seemingly taking tremendous effort. Only after a long while did she slowly sit down on the sofa.
"I wonder if it'll scar..."
Unable to bear the intense pain, Zhou Han finally passed out murmuring.
At the edges of her terrifying chest wound, the muscles lightly wriggled as the gash visibly, gradually healed...
......
Returning to his room and sitting in a chair, Wang Ye sank into contemplation.
According to records, Ji Ziqian had no daughters, let alone twins.
But...resurrection from death?
And what had happened to make her personality become so bizarre?
Hearing her strained voice earlier, she was clearly lacking vital energy... Could the intruder who broke into his room secretly have been her?
The flood of information gave Wang Ye a headache. He closed his eyes with a sigh.
Beside him, Little Si still had no movement, only a drop of blood slowly rolling down his fair hand, making a muffled sound as it fell.
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
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."
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
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.”
