Lin'an City...it seems it's going to be destroyed.
Wang Ye's voice came through the phone. Hearing Zhang ZiLiang's words, Wang Ye was stunned in place, eyes flashing, face showing a trace of shock.
Among them, there was perhaps shock about Lin'an City being destroyed.
But more, it was about himself!
Rebirth was Wang Ye's biggest secret.
Now at this point in time, his previous self was still an ordinary student, exposed to little, with almost no room to maneuver.
But after he joined the A-level team, he did have an understanding of certain intelligence.
When that point in time arrived, Wang Ye could exert a lot of influence in secret.
But...
In his previous life, Lin'an City had always been safe and sound.
Although there were supernatural events, there was never a crisis of the city being destroyed.
If there had been, even as an ordinary student he would have known.
Thinking of this...
Wang Ye fell into deep thought.
At this moment, he was filled with strong self-doubt.
Perhaps...
he had remembered wrong?
His memory was confused?
Or he had never been reborn at all, and this was all just his own fantasy?
Wang Ye clutched his aching head in distress.
Are you still listening?
Zhang ZiLiang's somewhat cold voice rang out on the phone.
Wang Ye didn't speak, silently hung up the phone, went to the window, looked at the city outside, and fell silent.
After a long while...
A flash of light shone in Wang Ye's eyes.
Perhaps...it was because all his actions had produced a butterfly effect, leading to these events?
Perhaps...his memory was not wrong after all?
Wang Ye's brain spun in thought, then he silently went to the study, turned on the computer, and logged into an intelligence website.
At the top of the website, huge red letters formed a shocking headline.
Lin'an City rocked by S-level supernatural event.
Danger!
Seeing the huge headline, Wang Ye took a deep breath, manipulated the mouse, and clicked into it.
May 5th afternoon.
Lin'an City rocked by S-level supernatural event.
Strange voices came from the wastelands outside the city.
An aura of death spread from outside the city, covering all of Lin'an.
The last footage from satellites showed a torso cut off at the waist charging into the city.
Now all of Lin'an City is completely locked down, with no more information coming out.
All cities have quickly dispatched paranormal teams to provide support.
At the very bottom of the report was a photo sent back by satellite.
The photo showed a severed lower half of a body.
The upper half seemed to have been torn apart by something horrible.
And on the abdomen of the torso was an eye, ferocious and bloodthirsty.
After a long silence...
Wang Ye picked up the phone again and called Zhang ZiLiang.
I was a little emotional just now, sorry...
On the other end of the phone, Zhang ZiLiang was silent for a moment: This matter is indeed hard to believe. If handled improperly, it could cause tremendous panic.
But now the situation in Lin'an City is unknown.
On this end...it's impossible to dispatch all paranormal teams to provide support.
If...if we incorrectly judge the danger posed by that ghost, leading to the annihilation of the team, then other cities won't be peaceful either.
Zhang ZiLiang paused for several seconds, speaking in a somewhat cold voice.
So...headquarters wants to abandon Lin'an? Wang Ye said softly.
We still want to provide rescue, but can't go all out because...we still need to protect most of humanity, Zhang ZiLiang said, seemingly without emotion.
A look of helplessness flashed across Wang Ye's eyes and he silently hung up the phone.
It looked like headquarters wasn't going to send him out...
Rightly so too. He was nothing but a paranormal with a bit of ability. Even with his team, they were still no match for a city-destroying horror.
Thinking this...Wang Ye looked out the window into the darkness at the edge of the city, falling silent.
At headquarters, Zhang ZiLiang silently hung up the phone, standing by the floor-to-ceiling window looking at Beijing City.
His hands clenched behind his back...
Nearly devoid of color.
A wisp of faint energy fluctuation, and in Wang Ye's living room, the wooden door abruptly appeared.
Seeing the wooden door, a flash of light shone in Wang Ye's eyes.
The wooden door...
Had appeared early.
There were still two days until the next mission.
And now it was only noon.
Could it be...
Thinking of something, Wang Ye's eyes flashed as he pushed open the door and walked in.
On the front desk was a lantern, and a spirit money offering, quietly placed there.
A red lantern.
Dimly visible inside was a candle, giving off a stench of corpses.
The candle was as red as blood, bewitching, as if drawing people to become lost in it.
And next to it was the spirit money, identical to what Wang Ye had grabbed before, only a complete set.
Biting his tongue, Wang Ye forcibly calmed himself and looked at the note to the side.
Location: Lin'an City.
Find the source of the disaster.
Paste the spirit money over the source's eye.
Light the lantern, guide the source into the great wastelands.
The mail van can enter Lin'an City.
Mission Reward: Basic Post Office Access
Temporary Mission, Refusal Allowed.
Seeing the note's prompts, a thoughtful look flashed through Wang Ye's eyes.
A temporary mission?
Was it because of the sudden Lin'an City incident that the Post Office took action?
It seemed...that ghost had also caught the Post Office by surprise?
Since refusal was allowed, this mission was truly dangerous...
Wang Ye muttered to himself: How frightening...
As he spoke, Wang Ye unhesitatingly put the spirit money in his pocket and picked up the blood-red lantern from the desk.
As a worthless nobody, the worst outcome was merely death.
But success...
Basic Post Office access, how exciting!
As for saving people...Wang Ye sighed, shaking his head slightly, his gaze calm again.
A cold-blooded person, how could they take life-threatening risks to save others...right.
Back in the living room, Wang Ye silently took out that ugly ghost official uniform, helplessly shaking his head at the bloody character on the back, and put it on.
The ghost blade hung at his waist, rope wrapped around as a belt.
The bone cleaning knife tied to his right forearm.
After thinking for a bit...he also neatly packed the three burnt, tattered spirit money bills and candle fragments.
Confirming he had nothing else that could help, he took a deep breath, pulled Xiao Si along, and walked out of the room.
At the entrance to the complex...
The mail van had soundlessly appeared again.
Skillfully opening the door and getting in with Xiao Si, feeling the fleshy steering wheel and greasy gas pedal.
He wondered...if he died, how would the mail van get back to the Post Office.
Wang Ye complained a little, then drove the mail van and disappeared into thin air.
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.
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
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.
