The people inside the door seemed startled by the screams, and the cries of the children were immediately silenced.
Crying is contagious among children, and soon the room was filled with the sound of a group of children crying loudly.
Without any telepathic ability, he already knew that there were people or ghosts inside...
Qi Yuan thought to himself that maybe he shouldn't go in.
If Little Brother is safe inside, it's because there are people who know the rules of the Ghost Market and haven't responded to the ghosts for so long.
Just as he was about to turn around and leave, the door opened slightly from the inside.
"Are you a person with special abilities? Please come in immediately, sorry for the inconvenience."
A middle-aged lady in old-fashioned clothes and a serious expression looked out from the crack in the door and stopped him.
He didn't feel angry about the lady's caution.
Although it was somewhat impolite and ungrateful to him, he would prefer it if Little Brother's teacher was like this too.
He entered the room. The children inside had vented their emotions and many of them were still sobbing, wiping their tears and runny noses with their sleeves and clothes.
The middle-aged lady sternly lectured the group of children, "No crying! What if it attracts monsters?"
The middle-aged lady meant well, but her straightforward nature made it difficult for her to use gentle words. She worried that if she died, something would happen to the children, so she anxiously wanted to see them grow up.
But the little children didn't understand all that. They only knew that there were monsters outside, and they were being scolded by their teacher.
The crying that had just subsided started to rise again.
Qi Yuan sighed. The monsters were intelligent, and if these children kept crying like this, it would attract Grade C or even higher-level monsters.
"I am a member of the patrol team. Is there a problem with following my orders?"
The more the children were comforted, the more they cried, and they even started to push and shove.
The reason they were crying was to release their anxiety and fear. Their undeveloped brains couldn't control their emotions, and scolding them would only increase their emotions, making them even more uncontrollable.
Claiming to be a member of the patrol team could give them a sense of security, alleviating their anxiety and fear.
"The first order, tell me how many of you are there?"
The children, who had just started counting, stopped their cacophonous chorus and began to look at their classmates while counting.
Before long, the room was filled with a chorus of voices, competing with the deafening cries.
"35 people!"
"No, 36 people."
"It's 34 people."
Qi Yuan glanced at the middle-aged lady and signaled her to give the correct answer.
"35 people."
"The ones who answered correctly will be rewarded. Those I point to, come forward."
Qi Yuan picked out a few children from the crowd who had answered correctly and divided them into teams.
"You are temporary team leaders. If anyone in your team disobeys, make a note and tell me. Now, the second order, no more noise."
The eager-to-show-off team leaders wished they could catch someone to show their prowess. They transformed at lightning speed and stared at their teammates with wide eyes.
Once he had control over this group of little rascals, Qi Yuan finally had time to talk to the middle-aged lady.
"I'll be leaving later. Do you know the rules of the Ghost Market?"
The middle-aged lady was puzzled and hurriedly asked, "The rules of the Ghost Market?"
Qi Yuan summarized the rules of the Ghost Market for her.
"I was outside watching you without receiving any response, and I thought you knew."
The middle-aged lady smiled awkwardly, "I am somewhat superstitious. The older generation says that when a ghost calls you, you must never answer, so..."
She had initially wanted to persuade the children to let this supernatural being stay, but upon hearing his mention of the rules of the Ghost Market, the middle-aged lady dismissed the idea.
There were still many students outside, and it was more important for this supernatural being to transmit the information.
"If you have something to do, then..."
Urgent knocking on the door interrupted her, each knock coming at almost the same interval, sounding eerie.
The middle-aged lady instantly became anxious, and she looked at Qi Yuan.
In a low voice, Qi Yuan said, "Just follow the rules."
After a long time of knocking without anyone coming out, the ghosts outside grew impatient.
The wooden door shook as it was pounded, making the children huddle together.
A hoarse voice of indistinguishable gender came from outside the door, "I'm so scared outside, can I come in and rest?"
Was it too late to realize that this might be a trick?
Qi Yuan was utterly speechless; even a child wouldn't fall for it.
Indeed, the children didn't fall for it, but they were extremely cowardly.
"Tsk, who would fall for that?"
"You stupid monster, I'm not afraid of you! If you dare, come in."
Qi Yuan: !!!
To prevent the children from hearing, the middle-aged lady and Qi Yuan went to the corner, but now it was too late to cover their mouths.
The permitted monster was becoming impatient.
Clang!
A gust of cold wind blew, and the previously shaky but still standing wooden door was blown open.
The "female ghost" at the door wore a dark red wedding gown that fluttered in the chilling wind. Her long black hair swayed in the air, obscuring her face. A pair of delicate red embroidered shoes dripped blood, but strangely, these shoes did not touch the ground.
This was a C-class monster, a Ghost Bride!
The Ghost Bride spoke slowly, singing in an eerie tone.
"Who... is... my... groom?"
As soon as these words were uttered, all the males present gasped.
Qi Yuan's face turned grave, and the little boys burst into loud sobs, terrified.
Wait... had anyone ever heard of a male Ghost Bride?
This Ghost Bride had broad shoulders and a stout figure, and most crucially, he had a dense stubble on his chin...
Even though they couldn't see his face under the veil, they could still feel the Ghost Bride's gaze. Those who were caught in "her" gaze inexplicably felt a chill and a fear of facing the darkness.
It was unclear whether it originated from the Ghost Bride's sinister and terrifying presence or from a psychological shiver.
"Her" gaze finally fell on Qi Yuan, emanating a strong malice.
"I hate males who are better looking than me the most. Hurry up and marry me!!"
The anger in his heart could not surpass the instinct for survival. Qi Yuan wasn't moving an inch.
At the moment he decided to become stronger, he was no longer a protected citizen but a combatant.
He couldn't rely on the opponent's proactive assumptions every time; he had to figure out a strategy that would make the opponent assume.
Just as he was about to speak and attempt the tactic he had in mind...
The audacious little elementary schoolers began their performance again.
Many adults believed that children didn't remember things, but in fact, children were quite sensitive to the atmosphere.
Although it's hard to describe accurately, they realized that this creature was afraid of the Patrol Team uncles.
Among the thirty-plus people, there were always a few daring troublemakers leading the way.
"Uncle from the Patrol Team, get up quickly!"
"I don't want such an ugly bride."
"Beat it to death!"
Qi Yuan's carefully planned words got stuck in his throat, unable to come out or go back.
And the uncles from the Patrol Team went too far with everything. Don't let me find out who said it!
Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"
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?"
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
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.
