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.
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u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
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.
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."
