The sound of Chinese opera, full of bewitching power.
One ghost after another, appearing from who knows where, numb and stiff, walking towards the source of the sound.
If not for the bizarre wooden chair in his hand, he would probably share the same fate as these ghosts, undoubtedly!
Vigilantly heading towards the city gate, he could vaguely see, on the familiar stage, a figure in opera costume, gender indistinguishable, singing opera.
Below, ghosts either sitting or standing, watching numbly.
What made Wang Ye even more horrified was, at this time on the stage, there were two more drummers, beating rhythmic drumbeats, coordinating with the opera, even more moving!
This ghost...
Has its strength increased?
Or is it, the complete version of it, has a whole team?
With flickering eyes, Wang Ye swiftly moved away, finally arriving at the city gate.
But his footsteps suddenly stopped.
A ghost in mourning clothes was just kneeling there at the city gate, holding a fire basin, with burning spirit money continuously in the basin, the ghost was crying silently.
This was also the one he had encountered in the Wasteland last time!
And he had snatched three spirit money from it!
Despite Wang Ye's current strength being countless times greater than before, listening to the crying of this ghost, his spirit still shook continuously, blood slowly flowed out of his ears.
Damn!
Wang Ye couldn't help but curse silently, discovering that the ghost's eyes had been on him all along, or rather, his pocket where he kept the spirit money!
He was at a huge disadvantage!
Gritting his teeth, Wang Ye took out three intact spirit money, exerting strength to throw them into the fire basin from afar.
The body of the mourning ghost trembled lightly, raised its head, took a look at the wooden chair in Wang Ye's hand, lowered its head again, and continued crying without making a sound.
The crying grew louder and louder.
Even faintly overwhelming the sound of opera from the nearby streets.
Even with the protection of the wooden chair, Wang Ye still had a splitting headache, blood also started to flow nonstop from his nostrils.
Damn it!
At this moment, Wang Ye suddenly understood the meaning of this crying funeral ghost, gritting his teeth, he took out another three spirit money and threw them into the fire basin.
The funeral ghost looked at the wooden chair with apprehension in its eyes, the kneeling body finally tilted slightly, leaving a space for one person to pass through.
Wang Ye, who usually fleeces others, suffered a setback for the first time, being slaughtered by a ghost.
Carrying the chair cautiously, he walked to the city gate, looking at the crying funeral ghost up close, a cold glint flashed in Wang Ye's eyes.
I'm betting you're afraid of this chair!
Finally, Wang Ye took a deep breath, swung the wooden chair and smashed it heavily on the back of the crying funeral ghost.
A loud bang, the crying of the funeral ghost disappeared temporarily at this moment, its body trembled slightly, while the wooden chair remained undamaged.
It's working!
Wang Ye's eyes lit up, grinning as he swung the wooden chair again, smashing it on its body.
Another loud bang, almost spreading throughout the entire Salvage City.
The wooden chair peeled off a little wood shavings, faintly.
Wang Ye looked at it heartachely, suddenly grabbed the fire basin on the ground, turned around and ran away.
In the basin, a green flame suddenly rose, but the temperature bizarrely decreased.
Wang Ye's hand grabbing the fire basin was almost instantly covered in frost, even his blood seemed to be freezing.
Damn it!
Wang Ye was filled with unwillingness, threw the fire basin on the ground, looking at the temporarily dizzy crying funeral ghost, surveying repeatedly.
Finally, with a look of madness on his face, while it was still dazed and had not fully recovered, he swung the wooden chair, hitting it continuously three times, the recoil made Wang Ye's arms almost completely numb, blood flowing nonstop from the tiger's mouth position of his palms.
Forcibly enduring the pain brought by the recoil shocks, Wang Ye gritted his teeth, continuously trying to take off the mourning clothes of this crying funeral ghost.
But the mourning clothes seemed to stick on its body like human skin, tightly attached.
Seeing that the crying funeral ghost could regain consciousness at any time, Wang Ye could only settle for second best, pulling off its mourning hat, grabbing it in his hand, and quickly retreating, disappearing into the ghost fog in the blink of an eye.
After about ten or so seconds, the crying funeral ghost regained consciousness, discovering its mourning hat was missing, its crying now contained thick anger.
But Wang Ye's figure could no longer be seen.
Following the position in his memory, Wang Ye found the post van, got in, and leaned on the seat gasping for breath.
His right arm was almost paralyzed due to the recoil shocks, his left arm was also frozen numb by the fire basin.
But all of this was worth it for the gains.
The energy transmitted from this mourning hat was too powerful.
Wang Ye didn't even dare to casually try wearing it, maybe...he could trick Mao Yong'an to try it on when he gets back.
Turning the key, starting the post van, but bizarrely the van remained quiet.
No matter how much he stepped on the accelerator, the engine did not make any sound, as if broken.
Wang Ye was stunned for a moment, seeming to realize something. He looked at the wooden chair on the passenger seat. He tried taking the chair out of the van, then the van could start...
Damn, I thought you were so fierce.
Wang Ye couldn't help but swear, but was even more delighted.
This meant the wooden chair was even more powerful than he had imagined. This Wasteland trip was an exceptional profit.
You won't run, I'll damn well walk back!
Wang Ye kept appraising between the post van and the wooden chair.
Without the van, the journey back would definitely be much longer, full of danger.
But...
The post-midnight Salvage City was so dangerous, he had killed his way out relying on this wooden chair, the outer periphery of the Wasteland was nothing!
Wang Ye decisively got out of the van, didn't even glance at it again, enduring the pain in his body, grabbing the wooden chair, he headed towards Shangjing City on foot.
He absolutely could not lose this wooden chair!
The lonely abandoned post van's engine roared twice, then automatically drove into the void.
Wang Ye walked alone in the Wasteland, left hand holding the wooden chair, right hand holding the mourning hat.
Shangjing City, Xingfu Community.
The flowerbed downstairs of Wang Ye's building, the soil churned.
The usually bustling community was bizarrely quiet now, no pedestrians walking inside the community.
Even the playing children who were usually here were gone without a trace.
Wang Ye's home was on the 6th floor. Right now on the 6th floor, all eight households, eight windows, other than the one next to Wang Ye's, pairs of gloomy eyes peered at downstairs through the windows.
The energy fluctuations in the air of the community grew increasingly dense, almost causing an energy tide.
Across from the community, at a dumpling stall, a rural old man was cooking dumplings, exuding a simple and honest feeling. A middle-aged woman busily worked around him. A boy and a girl, the children, sat not far away playing on their phones.
Several refined-looking youths sat at the stall eating the meat dumplings, completely unconcerned.
At the deepest part of the stall, a burly, bearded man, with cold and ominous eyes, faintly emitting a murderous aura.
Everyone's eyes were all focused on this seemingly ordinary community.
And the energy fluctuations within the community grew increasingly strong.
The sky gradually turned gloomy.
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.
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 + 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!
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...
