Cemetery on the Outskirts of Town, Li Hongtian

Upper Capital City, in a remote suburban housing district.

A middle-aged man's eyes were bloodshot, his whole body exuding a sense of madness.

Hungry!

So hungry!

Muttering incessantly, on the floor was the corpse of a middle-aged woman, with blood still flowing out.

The man pounced on the woman's body, tearing at it madly and swallowing the flesh into his stomach.

Gradually, the man's stomach bulged out, but he seemed oblivious to it as he continued tearing away wildly.

Until only the woman's skeleton remained, and his stomach was completely bloated.

Intestines spilled all over the floor, yet the man became even more excited, grabbing his own intestines and biting viciously into them.

The bloody stench permeated the entire room, with traces of blood seeping out from under the door.

From now on, you'll be my neighbor.

Outside the door, Wang Ye looked at the strand of hair fallen on the ground again, pondering slightly as he said to Mao Yong’an.

Oh.

Mao Yong’an’s mind wandered, subconsciously nodding.

Yo, little brother's back!

Just then, the door across opened, and Zhou Han changed into a pristine white princess dress, standing at her own door, smiling sweetly at Wang Ye.

Hearing the familiar voice, Mao Yong’an’s body stiffened as he forced himself to look over. Seeing Zhou Han's angelic appearance, his body started convulsing as he turned to run away.

Wang Ye stared blankly for a moment before grabbing Mao Yong’an, looking at him puzzled.

Hey man, as the saying goes, the green hills remain unchanged and the green waters flow long, we’ll meet again in this realm if fate allows, so let me go!

Mao Yong’an's body kept writhing, but Wang Ye’s hands gripped him tightly like iron clamps.

Seeing this scene, Zhou Han's eyes narrowed into crescent moons, looking so adorable.

I won't disturb you two! With that, she smiled sweetly at Wang Ye again before closing the door.

In the hallway, Mao Yong’an was still letting out agonized squeals like a pig being slaughtered, while Wang Ye dragged him expressionlessly and knocked on the door next door.

As the knocks sounded, the footsteps inside the room stopped abruptly, falling silent.

After waiting quietly for a while, Wang Ye’s brows furrowed slightly as he knocked again.

But there was no sound from the room anymore.

You see, no one's home! Mao Yong'an heaved a huge sigh of relief: Saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda!

Ignoring Mao Yong’an’s despairing look, Wang Ye brought him along to knock on the next room.

On this floor, there were a total of eight households.

Other than Wang Ye and Zhou Han’s homes, there were six more.

As they knocked on one after another, not a single one opened their door.

Finally...

At the end of the hallway.

The door slowly opened, and an old woman opened it, her aged face full of kindness as she looked at Wang Ye with a questioning gaze.

Wang Ye tactfully proposed the idea of letting Mao Yong’an stay and paying rent.

The old woman looked kindly at Mao Yong’an and nodded: Times are hard for everyone, my husband passed early, it's just me at home, the spare room is empty, let him stay then.

Disregarding Mao Yong'an's despairing look, Wang Ye expressed his gratitude, and brought some flour, cooking oil, and meat from home into the old woman's house.

Casually looking around.

The old woman's room was very simple, with some old-fashioned wooden chairs and tables, an old television and radio in the living room.

The master bedroom and spare bedroom each had a wooden bed.

After putting the items in the kitchen, Wang Ye thanked the old woman again, leaving Mao Yong’an at her home as he turned to leave.

The moment the old woman's door closed, the smile on Wang Ye's face disappeared, his expression cold as he returned home.

Of the eight rooms, apart from Zhou Han, he had not seen any of the other neighbors since moving in.

The old woman's kitchen had a lot of rice and flour, how did she carry them up alone at her age, when the elevators had long stopped running after the supernatural events started.

Also...

These foods were covered in a layer of dust, indicating they had not been touched for a long time.

Does this old lady not eat?

And the footsteps from the next room that stopped when he knocked, plus the other empty rooms.

It seems...

His neighbors were not so simple after all.

The free gift of a grandmaster from the Daoist realm should not go to waste, might as well have him help probe his lovely neighbors.

And...

The bronze nail on little Si was getting looser and needed to be dealt with.

The mysterious Zhou Han should also have a chat.

As for that Li Hongtian whom he only glimpsed once, there was an uncomfortable aura around him from the start.

Lastly... Luo Ping!

Thinking of Luo Ping, a cold glint flashed in Wang Ye's eyes.

If not for that guy, the destruction of Lin’an would not have happened, and he almost foiled Wang Ye’s ghost summoning too.

Wang Ye never considered himself a magnanimous person.

He would look for a chance to kill that man.

And the most urgent matter now was the...

Second Eternal Night that would happen in half a month.

In his last life, it was after the Second Eternal Night that Wang Ye fully realized, in this world, rather than rely on others for rescue, it was better to rely on his own strength.

It was this belief that allowed him, an ordinary person unable to awaken, to become an important member of Grade A squad.

And now, his points should have accumulated quite a bit too. After the Second Eternal Night, along with endless terror, corresponding resources would become available too.

By then, his points would come in handy.

As his strength grew, the troubles around him multiplied too.

After a brief rest, Wang Ye tidied his expression and went out, knocking on Zhou Han’s door.

Soon...

Zhou Han opened the door, overjoyed to see Wang Ye: Little brother, you finally came to see me!

She then shyly lowered her head: But...I haven't showered yet.

Zhou Han's face was slightly flushed.

Wang Ye looked at her performance expressionlessly: Come in to talk?

Okay... Zhou Han became even more embarrassed, lowering her head further and answering in a mosquito-like voice.

Ignoring Zhou Han's state, Wang Ye walked right in.

The door...

Closed.

Suburban Cemetery.

Li Hongtian carefully carried his backpack again, looking warily at the shed from afar for a long time before sighing in relief and sneaking in.

The familiar Grave No. 5.

He skillfully took out chunks of meat still dripping with blood and placed them before the tombstone.

The tombstone shook slightly, but the meat remained unchanged.

Li Hongtian's originally gentle smile disappeared as he looked at the tombstone, his expression a little cold as he pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses with his bloodstained hand: You don't even have the courage to make a last stand with me?

Don't you want to break free?

This is your last chance.

As Li Hongtian's icy voice rang out, the trembling tombstone quieted down.

After a long while...

The meat gradually dried up, and wisps of black mist rose again from the base of the tombstone.