Wang Ye bit his teeth and opened his backpack.
He took out a gold-plated small bottle, opened the cap.
Then solemnly poured a pile of candle wax debris on the table and lit it with a lighter.
A wisp of candlelight slowly rose up.
As if time had stopped, numerous ghosts exuding a sense of horror stopped in their places, only their eyes kept moving, staring fixedly at Wang Ye.
Or it could be said...
The Buddha statue behind Wang Ye.
But this kind of debris burned much faster than a normal candle, clearly this little debris could not support it for long.
Fortunately, the incense stick was also about to burn out.
That woman dressed in red bridal clothes, actually struggled and took another step forward.
Couldn't be suppressed?
Wang Ye's pupils shrank, he took a deep breath and slowly retreated.
In the backyard.
As the light in the old monk's eyes gradually became clearer, strands of golden light emanated from his body, and the branches of the old tree quickly retracted, as if encountering some terrible existence.
Falling to the ground, the old monk looked towards the front hall, meditating slightly.
Just then...
The incense stick in front of the Buddha statue finally completely burned out.
The blood-red envelope on the table turned into flying ash at the same time.
Dong!
A bell rang from the depths of the courtyard, permeating the temple.
All the ghosts shuddered violently as if struck by lightning, as if an invisible giant hand threw them out.
The eyes of the Buddha statue, the blood disappeared, and that vengeful gaze also seemed to have softened a lot.
Just that there was a faint unwilling roar coming from within the Buddha statue.
In the backyard, the old monk listened to the bell ringing, and chanted a Buddhist mantra in a low voice.
The broken coffin quickly self-repaired and became intact again.
The old monk's gaze faintly looked towards the depths of the temple, then he walked into the coffin, lied down, and closed his eyes.
The coffin boards slowly closed.
The branches of the old tree kept swinging, rolling up the corpses of the monks and re-hanging them on the branches.
Gloomy and terrifying, the little An Temple, where ghosts ran rampant, instantly regained its tranquility.
Wang Ye breathed a long sigh of relief, hurriedly extinguished the still burning wax debris, reluctantly put it back in the bottle, before collapsing on the ground, gasping for air non-stop.
After a long time.
Wang Ye reluctantly struggled up with his exhausted body, walked to the table, and reached for the two remaining incense sticks.
As his hand was about to touch the incense sticks, a sense of horror faintly locked onto Wang Ye.
...
Wang Ye was silent, slowly retracting his itching hand, his gaze kept searching the room.
Finally...
In the corner, next to a tatami mat, a dusty wooden fish lay quietly.
Wang Ye endured the pain in his body and leaned over.
That familiar aura locked onto Wang Ye again.
I've shed blood for little An Temple!
Can't let me shed blood and tears!
Wang Ye stubbornly said, and that aura gradually disappeared.
Wang Ye breathed a sigh of relief, quickly put the wooden fish into his backpack, then carefully walked to the entrance of the temple, and found that the gathered ghosts had left before he slightly relaxed and returned to the postal car.
After closing the car door, enjoying the long-lost sense of security, Wang Ye slowly closed his eyes.
Just then...
Not far away, in the thick fog, a figure slowly walked out.
Wearing white mourning clothes, crying, blood dripping from his eyes, he slowly knelt down facing the direction of the postal car.
A ghost...
The fourth kowtow.
A chill instantly spread all over Wang Ye's body, a huge sense of threat came, stimulating him to open his eyes fiercely.
Looking at the kowtowing ghost through the rearview mirror, his hair stood on end instantly.
Then...
Blood flowed from his eyes, nostrils, and ears, his bones made sounds, and his skin cracked.
The ghost, tilted his head lightly towards the postal car.
The breath of death permeated Wang Ye's whole body, and his consciousness gradually became blurred.
Getting off to stop it...
Too late.
This ghost's sudden sneak attack caught Wang Ye off guard.
Save himself...
He must save himself now, Wang Ye bit his tongue hard to regain temporary clarity.
The candle wax debris...
No, that stuff could only suppress ghosts, but this ghost had already started attacking.
The ghost catcher uniform might work, but it was shattered.
What else...
Wang Ye frantically recalled, watching his body shatter more and more.
Suddenly, a ray of light flashed through Wang Ye's mind.
As if grasping the last straw to save his life, he exerted all his strength to open his backpack, took out a smoke grenade.
It was configured by the Tian Group.
It could obscure the ghost's killing rules!
Hope this thing really works.
Wang Ye forcefully opened the smoke grenade and threw it at his feet, soon...
Smoke filled the entire postal car.
That faint sense of being targeted gradually disappeared along with the smoke.
The ghost finally touched its forehead to the ground.
At the same time, the smoke in the postal car suddenly churned, disappearing at an extremely fast speed.
In just a few seconds, the smoke was gone.
And the kowtowing ghost also gradually raised its head.
With just the last bit of power left, Wang Ye suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, staining the steering wheel.
His skin kept cracking, his face pale as paper.
He passed out completely.
The postal car started silently, drilling into the void, the blood on the steering wheel, Wang Ye's blood, gradually disappeared.
The kowtow ghost's empty eyes looked in the direction the postal car had left, standing still for a long time, before stiffly taking a step and disappearing into the ghost fog.
Bang!
With a loud noise, Wang Qiang flew out and fell heavily on the street.
The passing crowd stopped and curiously watched the scene before them.
Surrounded by dots of light, Su Wenqian looked down at Wang Qiang and said lightly: Trash who can't see their own level, without Wang Ye, you don't have the qualifications to eat this cake.
After speaking, Su Wenqian turned around and looked at Liu Qian in the house: Will you leave by yourself, or shall I send you?
Or, come to my room tonight, and we can explore the philosophy of life together?
Then I might consider letting you stay in Team A.
Looking at Liu Qian's delicate appearance, Su Wenqian felt a little excited and licked his lips.
Liu Qian was silent, standing there silently clenching her fists, her face a little pale, after a long time she silently walked out and helped Wang Qiang up.
Insensitive bitch!
Do you think I'm not as good as Wang Ye!
Seeing Liu Qian's choice, Su Wenqian's face suddenly darkened, and he let out a cold snort.
In the distance down the street, a stunning figure walked over.
Five golden flying knives danced in the void.
Zhou Han...
Seeing the figure, Su Wenqian's face darkened even more.
Seeing Zhou Han, Liu Qian bit her lip and gently blocked her: Forget it...
With Wang Ye gone, we can defend today, but more people will come in the future.
Zhou Han's icy face looked at Liu Qian, seeming to be pondering something. After a long time, the flying knives slowly descended and returned to her hands.
Liu Qian silently breathed a sigh of relief, helped Wang Qiang up, and silently looked back at the former Team A headquarters that belonged to them, gradually moving away.
Their retreating figures were full of desolation.
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."
agon king storylines. At the start, I obtained the "Ultimate Lackey System" - the more I act as a lackey, the stronger I become. What else could I do? I chose to become the personal henchman of the ultimate villain, Su Muwan. I provoke all sorts of chosen ones, snatch away their opportunities, and commit every evil deed imaginable. You ask who's behind me? Hmph! You're not worthy of knowing my lady's name! ...... ....... I am Su Muwan, the eldest daughter of the Su family. Since childhood, I've possessed extraordinary talent in martial arts, which led to my arrogant and domineering personality in my past life. I was even foolish enough to repeatedly challenge those favored by heaven, ultimately resulting in a tragic death. In this life, I must behave and absolutely cannot walk the same path again!! However... SLAP!! "So you're the Dragon King, huh?!" When I saw my little lackey swagger over and viciously slap the Dragon King who was hiding his identity, I felt my heart sink. Su Muwan's suspended heart finally died as she watched Qin Luo, her utterly loyal lackey, standing before her. She fainted on the spot from shock. Heaven is determined to destroy me!! (Pure love 1v1, light-hearted, no angst, single female lead, villain, reincarnation, lackey)
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.
