This place is quite unfavorable for ghosts to visit.
Zhao Xi's stepmother clearly has a story behind her.
No wonder Si said her family wasn’t full of good people—though it’s unclear whether Zhao Xi’s father is one of them.
But investigating this would be much simpler.
Just start digging into Zhao's Father’s company.
"Tool-person Radish."
Little Wei called out.
Little Nailuo: ???
"Little Wei, are you calling me?" Little Nailuo thought for a moment—her name was the only one remotely related to "radish."
But why "radish"?
She couldn’t figure it out.
"Yeah, go investigate what shady things Zhao Xi’s dad has done," Little Wei replied without hesitation.
"Why call me Radish?" Little Nailuo questioned the nickname.
"Because you can be stir-fried."
Little Nailuo: ???
She was NOT a radish!
Ugh, Little Wei was definitely messing with her out of spite. Was there no justice left in the world?
"I’m not stir-fry material," Little Nailuo puffed her cheeks. She was a system, okay? Even if she wasn’t officially registered yet, who in their right mind would cook a system for dinner?
Scary jiejie.
"Hurry up and go."
Little Wei had no interest in debating whether Little Nailuo was edible.
"Fine," Little Nailuo grumbled.
Meanwhile, Little Wei entered the Noblewoman’s room. Honestly, it was a bit underwhelming. Having experienced the lifestyles of the wealthy in Ming Xiaowei’s world, this small villa was nowhere close in comparison.
The Little Boy spotted Little Wei and immediately pointed at her.
"Mom, I see that big sister again!"
"Stop talking nonsense!" The Noblewoman broke into a cold sweat.
She couldn’t see anything.
"But Mom, she’s right in front of you!" The Little Boy insisted.
Little Wei noticed the Noblewoman’s veins bulging on her forehead—she looked ready to smack her own child.
"Go take a bath. I’ll let you watch TV later," the Noblewoman said stiffly, dragging him to the bathroom before she lost her temper.
Her tongue was practically tied in knots from fear.
"You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?" Si asked.
Knowing Little Wei’s personality, this was clearly mischief at work.
"Who, me? I’m just waiting for Little Nailuo’s investigation results," Little Wei chuckled.
The Zhao Family and Jiang Family had a feud. And the man Jiang Xixi was forced to marry in death? If things went as expected, he was still buried in the Zhao Family’s ancestral grave.
Little Wei intended to avenge the original host.
If the Zhao Family truly considered Jiang Xixi one of their own, they wouldn’t have abandoned her in that dug-up grave.
It was obvious they never saw her as human.
Then again, if they had, they wouldn’t have nailed her alive inside a coffin to suffocate.
"That’ll probably take a while. Even if her core is a supercomputer now, filtering through all that data still needs time," Si remarked.
Just then, Little Nailuo’s voice chirped in.
"Little Wei, I found everything!"
"That fast?" Little Wei was surprised.
"Should I send the files to your phone or print them out?" Little Nailuo asked.
Little Wei stepped outside before responding, "If it’s not too much, just print it."
"Got it! Just Zhao's Father’s dirty laundry, or anything else too?"
Little Nailuo had dug up everything—not just on Zhao's Father, but Zhao's Mother as well.
This way, Little Wei wouldn’t pester her as much.
She had games to play, after all.
"Give me all of it," Little Wei had plenty of time.
"Okay!" Little Nailuo printed the files and handed them over.
Little Wei’s arm suddenly sagged under the weight of a stack as thick as a thesis. Her lips twitched.
"Did it really need to be this much?"
Her arm was already sore.
"This is the condensed version, Little Wei," Little Nailuo said innocently.
She’d tried her best to cut it down.
Flipping through, Little Wei was speechless.
"Did you seriously include the time Zhao's Father stole another kid’s ice cream as a child?"
The sheer amount of irrelevant details was ridiculous.
"I thought you might ask!" Little Nailuo muttered defensively.
Little Wei: "…Fine, I’ll skim it myself."
That said, most of the intel was useful.
Zhao's Father’s business empire spanned real estate, cosmetics, and more.
Tsk. And the tragedies buried beneath were… telling.
He’d even driven people to suicide.
Little Wei narrowed her eyes. Though Zhao's Father had covered his tracks, his products weren’t clean either.
Exposing him? Child’s play for Little Nailuo.
She circled key points.
Then, near the end, she froze.
Turns out, Zhao Xi’s birth mother was indirectly killed by her stepmother. While Zhao's Father was busy doting on his mistress giving birth, he ignored his wife’s worsening health—until she died alone at home.
The records noted Zhao Xi’s mother loved wearing red dresses in life.
Now Little Wei understood why the Noblewoman was so terrified.
She’d mistaken her for Zhao Xi’s mother.
Well, in that case, Little Wei didn’t feel like tormenting the Noblewoman anymore.
Zhao's Father, however, was fair game.
"Radish, post everything I marked online. Also—can you find where the Zhao Family buries their ancestors?" Little Wei’s lips curled slightly.
Some debts needed repaying.
She refused to believe the idiot who forced Jiang Xixi into a ghost marriage had no lingering spirit.
Oh, he was definitely still around.
"That’ll take a while. I’ll need to trace their Qingming Festival travel routes through car data, and some of it might’ve been wiped," Little Nailuo hesitated.
"No rush, I’ll wait. By the way, what are the main leads doing now?"
"Eating," Little Nailuo answered.
Little Wei: "…"
At least they remembered to eat. For now, the protagonists weren’t in immediate danger.
Satisfied, Little Wei returned to the mountain. Workers were already relocating graves—some terrified, others tearful.
(Though fear dominated.)
"Tell them to demand compensation," Little Wei instructed the lingering spirits who approached.
"From the developers?" The ghosts caught on instantly.
Right. None of this would’ve happened if not for the developers.
They deserved to pay.
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
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?"
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
