Wang City.
At the top of a skyscraper, the night wind howled.
Wind Ghost stood at the edge of the rooftop, holding a bell in his hand.
Ding-ding-ding~!
He closed his eyes and began to gently shake the bell, producing a clear yet eerie chime.
Wind Ghost raised the bell to his lips and began to chant in a low voice:
Black winds suddenly appeared.
"Yin winds rise, night shadows move, ghosts follow the bell's chime."
"Evil spirits manifest, nightmares are born, Su Muwan is the root of calamity."
As the incantation continued, the bell emitted a sharp, unsettling sound.
Wind Ghost's voice grew deeper and colder.
"Su Muwan, evil spirits appear, bringing calamity to Wang City with nowhere to hide."
"In dreams, resentment grows, hatred for her never ceases."
With that,
Wind Ghost took out several talismans from his sleeve and placed them on the ground, forming a sinister array.
As the incantation continued, the talismans began to glow faintly, emitting a dark light.
Wind Ghost's voice grew even deeper, and the glow of the talismans intensified, as if countless evil spirits were stirring within them.
At the center of the array, the power of the evil spirits began to gather, forming a swirling vortex that slowly rotated.
By now, Wind Ghost was drenched in sweat. Casting a curse on an entire city, even for a profound ghost cultivator like him, was an immense strain.
But it was done.
He shook the bell and coldly commanded, "Go!!"
As soon as he spoke,
The center of the vortex spewed out dense black smoke, spreading across the entire city with the sound of the bell.
Wang City was enveloped in a cold, sinister atmosphere.
Wind Ghost finally opened his eyes, taking a deep breath, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction.
The glow of the talismans gradually dimmed, and the array slowly dissipated.
The curse was complete. Within three days,
Su Muwan would become the object of fear and hatred for everyone in the city! A being they would wish dead!!
Wind Ghost's eyes glowed with a crimson light.
Making the entire city despise Su Muwan was only the beginning.
Luring the Dragon Tiger Mountain sect to Wang City was his ultimate goal.
By then...
The Ten Thousand Demon Banner would absorb the resentment of the masses, refine their hatred, and devour countless vengeful souls!
Wind Ghost chuckled darkly, "Once the Ten Thousand Demon Banner is complete,"
"No one in this world will be able to stop me!!"
"Not even the Heavenly Master!!"
....
....
That night.
In the Ning family's residence, inside Qin Luo's room.
A wisp of black smoke quietly drifted toward Qin Luo.
However, before it could get close,
Snap!
A brilliant light instantly burst forth from Qin Luo's body.
Woo—!
Accompanied by a shrill scream, the black smoke dissipated.
Qin Luo turned over in his sleep, muttering, "Miss... I want to eat the special cream puffs too..."
In the next room.
Outside Su Muwan's bedroom.
At the door.
A large mass of black smoke lingered in front of the door.
As if sensing something, the black smoke suddenly turned and scattered in all directions.
It seemed to be fleeing.
Inside the room.
Su Muwan was sprawled out on the bed, rolling over in her sleep.
"Hehe... finger cream puffs are so delicious..."
In another room.
Su Bailian lay pale on her bed.
She murmured in her sleep, "No... don't..."
"Don't throw Boqi into the river to feed the sharks..."
"Waaah... Su Muwan... you're so mean...."
"Qin! Qin Luo! Why did you turn into a shark...!"
"No... no way... eating Boqi is too much, you two!"
"If you're going to eat anyone, eat those disciples from Wang City!!!"
That night.
Everyone in Wang City had a dream.
In the dream, Su Muwan's face was twisted and grotesque, like an evil spirit.
The next morning.
[The Lackey System reminds you.]
[The Pure Love Addict Body cleared an evil spirit last night!]
Qin Luo, waking up: ?
What the hell?
An evil spirit?
He knew the Pure Love Addict Body had the ability to clear evil spirits.
But... what was going on now?
Was there a ghost in the Ning family?
Qin Luo pondered as he got out of bed, performing a quick divination with his hands.
"Evil spirit..."
"Nightmare..."
"Su Muwan..."
After a moment,
Qin Luo's expression gradually cleared up.
So that's how it is.
Cursing the entire city to make everyone despise Su Muwan.
A ghost cultivator's technique.
Interesting.
But...
There was one thing Qin Luo didn't understand.
Wasn't Su Muwan already disliked and scorned by many?
With this, it was like... supercharged hatred?
To see how it played out, he decided to go out and take a look.
Once outside,
Qin Luo immediately noticed something was off.
He walked to the courtyard of the Ning family.
The sky over Wang City was overcast, and the air was filled with a chilling aura.
This ghost cultivator's skills were profound, enough to affect the entire city.
The chilling aura in the air was the energy of evil spirits.
Not only would ordinary people be affected, but even martial artists would suffer from poor mental states if exposed to this evil energy for too long.
Thinking this, Qin Luo focused his mind.
A faint light flickered in his eyes: "Come out."
In the next moment,
Gurgle!!
A figure emerged from Qin Luo's shadow.
It was Ning Duanlang.
Having been contracted by Qin Luo, he had become a shadow creature.
Not only did he retain his original consciousness and loyalty to Qin Luo, but he also gained the traits and abilities of shadow creatures.
Ning Duanlang stood respectfully beside Qin Luo and said, "Master."
Qin Luo raised his hand slightly, and whoosh!!
A flock of shadow crows instantly merged into Ning Duanlang's body.
Qin Luo looked up at the gloomy sky, squinting slightly, and said, "Go and patrol the city."
"Keep an eye on that ghost cultivator."
Ning Duanlang bowed and replied, "Yes!"
With that,
Swish!
His form turned into a swarm of crows and flew into the sky, disappearing from sight.
Qin Luo stood still for a while.
He clapped his hands: "Well, time to wake up the missus."
After all, what was the point of thinking when he could be snuggling with his soft and fragrant lady?
A short while later,
Su Muwan, full of energy, walked beside Qin Luo.
She swayed slightly, looking curiously at the overcast sky: "Qin Luo, did the weather forecast say it would be cloudy today?"
"And why do I feel a bit cold?"
As she spoke, Su Muwan shivered.
To be fair, she was quite sensitive to the presence of certain unclean things.
If there was something bad around, she would sense it immediately!
Qin Luo glanced at Su Muwan, blinked, and after a moment's thought, said, "Maybe..."
"There's a ghost in the Ning family?"
!!
Su Muwan froze for a moment, then glared at Qin Luo, exclaiming, "Qin Luo! We live in an age of martial arts!"
"Ghosts? We should believe in martial arts!"
"Yeah, yeah..."
Qin Luo shrugged. Why didn't anyone believe him when he told the truth?
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ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"
