As Wang Ye entered the fissure, he subconsciously stopped and held the wooden chair warily as he looked around.
Observing the terrain when arriving at an unfamiliar place had become a habit cultivated by Wang Ye over the years.
The area inside the fissure was huge, at least thousands of square meters.
However, on the vast land, there were only four buildings. The architecture, shape and volume of the buildings were completely identical, with no visible differences from the exterior.
In addition to the four buildings, the deepest location seemed to be fenced off as a garden.
There were also trees planted in the other open spaces.
Overall, except for the antique style, everything else looked quite ordinary and common.
Of course, anyone who really believed that would end up dead.
In the vast space, there was no sign of people. The doors of two of the buildings were wide open.
Recalling the walking posture and form of the wailing ghost, Wang Ye gradually became ominous. He swapped the fire basin for a wooden chair, hugged it in his arms, wore the mourning hat, and walked stiffly into one of the buildings.
Xiao Si followed closely behind Wang Ye.
Inside the building was a somewhat retro ancestral hall. Judging from the style, it had been around for quite some time.
At the very front of the ancestral hall, there were three rows of memorial tablets, but there were no names on them, just empty blanks.
The candles next to the memorial tablets had completely burned out, and traces of wax could vaguely be seen.
There were four meditation mats on the ground.
As Wang Ye arrived, wary gazes instantly focused on him.
Since he had come rather late, there were already five people in the room.
They were two youths with the unique golden glow of Buddhists emanating from their skin, as well as the old man who had set up the wonton stall, a middle-aged woman, and a bearded brawny man.
Ignoring their gazes, Wang Ye walked more and more stiffly, and his body kept emitting the unique gloomy aura of ghosts.
Sure enough, the five became more vigilant after sensing Wang Ye's aura and subconsciously stayed away from him.
After all, in the eternal night, ghosts...
Had become synonymous with power.
As for Xiao Si behind Wang Ye, because of Wang Ye's presence, they did not dare to observe him too much either.
In the ancestral hall, the faint sound of chanting could be heard.
It seemed to echo endlessly in the mind, like some kind of magic.
Behind the memorial tablets, there seemed to be a hidden door leading to the back hall.
After searching the ancestral hall to no avail, the old man's gaze clearly focused on the location behind the ancestral hall.
The crowd looked at each other warily, while Wang Ye stood stiffly in place, pondering inwardly but showing no traces on his face, as if devoid of any emotion whatsoever.
Just then, the sound of a wooden fish rang out in the ancestral hall.
The sound was somewhat hoarse, lacking the kind of ethereal sense of a normal wooden fish, making it extremely unpleasant to listen to.
At the same time, the blank memorial tablet in the corner of the ancestral hall suddenly started to change.
It was as if an invisible hand was slowly carving on the tablet, stroke by stroke.
The crowd, who were already vigilantly observing their surroundings, instantly turned their gazes toward the memorial tablet.
Finally...
The carving was complete.
Zhong Hongfang
In the corner, the expression of a beaky youth changed violently.
That was his real name!
The next moment, his skin began to crack eerily, and trickles of blood continuously gushed out from his skin, flowing onto the floor.
The blood on the floor seemed to be devoured, disappearing without a trace.
Just as Zhong Hongfang was about to die, the prayer beads on his wrist emitted rays of golden light, forming a halo that enveloped him.
A look of madness appeared on his face as he heaved a long sigh of relief.
But within just three seconds, the prayer beads suddenly shattered. The delight on his face had not yet faded when his entire body turned into a pile of minced meat, which was then completely swallowed by the floorboards.
The other Buddhist disciple in the ancestral hall looked at this scene, and for the first time, horror appeared on his face.
He was very clear on what Zhong Hongfang's prayer beads were!
Did this mean that even the elders of the Buddhist sect were unable to give them a sense of security?
The previously self-confident man felt fear towards this ancient domain for the first time.
The others' pupils contracted sharply.
Muttering something unknown, the old man no longer hesitated and flashed past the memorial tablet, rushing into the back hall.
The middle-aged woman followed closely behind the old man, eyeing the others warily.
The bearded brawny man seemed to be pondering something, just standing in the corner without any other actions.
The youth was clearly somewhat distracted. After discovering that the ace up his sleeve that he had always been confident in was useless, he completely crumbled, no longer able to remain calm.
Wang Ye, who was standing in the center of the main hall pretending to be a ghost while hugging the wooden chair, continued to ponder.
Was this memorial tablet similar to some kind of curse that killed people?
That man's prayer beads were clearly an extraordinary magic weapon, yet it could only last three seconds.
Also...the chanting in the ancestral hall seemed to have grown louder at this moment.
Indeed, just as Zhang Ziliang had said, this place called the ancient domain was full of danger everywhere.
The slightest carelessness could lead to death.
But no matter how dangerous the situation, there would always be a silver lining.
He, Wang Ye, would gamble on this silver lining!
As the chanting grew louder and louder, Wang Ye's control over his body seemed to weaken slightly.
Did this scripture sound want to control his body?
But where exactly was this sound coming from? The back hall?
At this time, the old man came back from the back hall with the middle-aged woman, a disappointed look on their faces.
What was in the back hall?
The silent atmosphere was broken as the bearded brawny man standing in the corner asked coldly.
The old man had a somewhat silly honest look on his face. "Nothing at all!"
The room became quiet again.
This old guy wasn't as straightforward as he looked.
Wang Ye glanced imperceptibly at the old man, keeping his numb expression.
There was a somewhat stifling aura in the air.
Just then, the sound of the wooden fish rang out again.
Luo Ping.
Next to the tablet engraved with Zhong Hongfang's name, a name appeared on the second tablet.
Seeing the name, Wang Ye controlled his facial expressions, not revealing any flaws, but killing intent radiated from his heart.
This was someone who had rarely gotten the better of Wang Ye.
The last time in Lin'an City, if this person had not lacked the resolve to fight to the death, Wang Ye might have already been done for.
After returning, he had been thinking about this guy, but didn't have the time to deal with him.
He had also come?
The hollow eyes looked at the ancestral hall.
In the corner, the bearded brawny man's expression did not change, but he rushed to the meditation mat at an extremely fast speed and sat down.
As if he had been prepared all along.
On the memorial tablet, Luo Ping's name twisted slightly, then disappeared.
These meditation mats!
A glint flashed across the old man's eyes. He exchanged a glance with the middle-aged woman, and they each grabbed a meditation mat and held it in their hands.
Then they vigilantly surveyed their surroundings.
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.
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
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.
