Another death!
The once lively gaming atmosphere instantly turned somber.
The sanity levels of the remaining players began to plummet.
"Old Zhou's death won't be in vain!"
Zhong Yi steeled himself, rallying his spirits before leading the way toward the basement.
The basement was a ghost room—a fact Zhou Yue had paid for with his life.
Little did they know, as seasoned players of the illusion realm, they would soon realize just how cheap this piece of information was.
Armed with shabby-looking magical tools, the trio began their investigation.
"The Frost Needle is moving… Whoa!! The temperature here is dropping like crazy!!!"
Zhou Qiaoling stared wide-eyed at the rapidly spinning needle in her hand.
The Frost Needle bore densely packed markings, along with a few conspicuous words:
To the left was [Heat], below was [Cold], and to the right was [Bone-Chilling].
The range between [Heat] and [Cold] indicated normal temperatures.
Beyond [Cold] lay the abnormal low-temperature zone—a likely sign of a ghost room.
And past [Bone-Chilling]…
Was a stark black character: [Death].
Right now, the needle trembled violently, nearly overlapping with [Death].
This meant not only was the temperature freezing, but the aura of death was overwhelmingly thick—a clear sign of a formidable demon!
"Stay calm, stay calm!"
Zhong Yi clapped his hands, breaking the eerie tension.
"[Bone-Chilling] is a ghost’s trait… We still need two more. Come on, as long as we find them, Old Zhou’s sacrifice won’t be wasted!"
Mu Yawen and Zhou Qiaoling nodded, picking up their tools to continue the search.
Every ghost had three detectable traits, identifiable through magical instruments.
The core gameplay of Phantom Town revolved around using these tools to analyze traces left by spirits and determine their nature.
Zhong Yi placed a single Exorcism Coin on the ground—a one-time shield against a ghost’s attack.
His eyes remained fixed on the [Soul-Severing Thread] tied near the staircase.
This special thread would glow whenever a human or ghost passed through it.
But after a long wait, nothing happened.
He glanced at the salt scattered in four directions—no footprints appeared either.
Sighing, he turned to the others.
"Any luck on your end?"
"I’ve been spinning the Yin-Yang Compass forever, but it’s stuck at Level 2… No Level 5 Yin energy…"
"The Spirit Projector isn’t picking anything up either…"
"The Death Pen isn’t moving at all!"
"And I have no idea how to use this [Manifestation Array]…"
Mu Yawen and Zhou Qiaoling shook their heads—their search for evidence wasn’t going well.
"How could this be…?"
Zhong Yi stroked his chin, deep in thought.
Whether due to Lu Ze’s overly novel designs or the tools’ low-tier nature, Zhong Yi couldn’t figure them out.
His gaze drifted to the brightly lit lanterns in the basement, and he muttered,
"Do you think… it’s because of the light?"
The moment he spoke, the lanterns’ flames flickered out.
"Whoa, Zhong Yi, don’t just—"
"Wait! The Spirit Projector is showing something!! There’s a tiny flame floating around!!!"
Mu Yawen exclaimed excitedly.
Zhong Yi quickly snatched the device from her hands.
In the darkness, the projector’s faint green glow revealed flickering embers drifting in the air.
"Great! That’s our second piece of evidence—[Will-o’-the-Wisp]!"
Zhong Yi’s eyes lit up with excitement.
This was the closest they’d gotten to the truth!
"Let’s go! We need to grab the Exorcism Incense and the other tools!"
Without hesitation, Zhong Yi took charge.
Two more tools—[Spirit Jade Slip] and [Phosphor Stone]—remained in the carriage for identifying ghost traits.
The trio picked up their lone Exorcism Coin and hurried out of the basement.
"Two clues so far: [Will-o’-the-Wisp] and [Bone-Chilling]…"
In the dimly lit corridor, Zhong Yi flipped through the spectral archives, analyzing their findings.
"Only four possibilities left…"
"Wraith, Vengeful Ghost, Restless Spirit, or Drowned Ghost."
"Since the Death Pen didn’t react and the [Manifestation Array] showed nothing, we can rule out two."
"That leaves Wraith and Drowned Ghost!"
"It’s a fifty-fifty shot—we’re golden, haha!"
Zhong Yi grew more pleased with himself by the second.
"Oh! I think I brought the [Spirit Jade Slip]!"
Zhou Qiaoling suddenly remembered, pulling out a black-and-white jade slip.
"Really? Then we can identify the ghost right away!"
Zhong Yi’s eyes sparkled.
Though he enjoyed the mental challenge of the illusion realm, he couldn’t wait to leave this oppressive haunted house.
"Let me see how this works…"
Zhou Qiaoling held the slip to her lips and cleared her throat.
"Hello? Can you hear me?"
"......"
"Are you human or ghost?"
"......"
"Are you mute?"
"......"
"Are you deaf?"
"......"
"Do you play illusion realms?"
"......"
No response came after several attempts.
Zhou Qiaoling tilted her head at Zhong Yi. "Brother Zhong, I think this ghost can’t talk?"
Zhong Yi and Mu Yawen shivered, silently admiring how bold high sanity made people.
"Maybe, like the will-o’-the-wisp, it only works in the dark…"
Before Zhong Yi could finish, the corridor’s candles snuffed out.
"Hey, Mu Yawen, quick thinking—beating me to blowing out the candles?"
"Huh? I’m right next to you…?"
A deathly silence followed.
lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
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.
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."
