Wang Ye's body was gradually recovering.
Looking at Xiao Wu who was still in a coma, Wang Ye had a complex expression on his face.
In his two lifetimes, the first person to ever shield him without regard for their own safety turned out to be someone he had deceived into being his subordinate.
With a sigh, Wang Ye carried Xiao Wu back to his own home, and discovered that the shattered glass had already been carefully repaired by Tian Zu.
Wang Ye placed Xiao Wu on his own bed, and closely observed Xiao Si.
When facing the old ghost, Xiao Si had a moment where she was out of control and swallowed some of the old ghost's blood.
She was really full of unstable factors.
For a moment, Wang Ye even considered permanently sealing Xiao Si.
However, in certain specific environments, Xiao Si could still exert very good effects...
Hesitating, Wang Ye carefully pasted spirit money all over Xiao Si's entire body, and even stuffed her pockets full of spirit money.
Sitting on the sofa, Wang Ye recalled the final slash he made when facing the old ghost.
Not only did it drain a large amount of his bodily functions, at that time he vaguely felt a profound feeling, but he couldn't quite put it into words.
With one more mouth to feed in the house, where Xiao Wu would live became another problem.
Should he also cram her into the old woman's place?
Ultimately that wasn't very good, after all Mao Yong'an was dead while Xiao Wu was different from him.
However...
Although Mao Yong'an had abandoned him and fled at that time, Wang Ye didn't harbor any resentment.
After all, being able to buy him some time could be considered fulfilling his duty as a friend. To be realistic...
The two of them hadn't known each other for long, and Wang Ye had even scammed him several times.
Thinking of this, Wang Ye carefully took out that fruit, and closely observed it.
A rich bloody aura continuously emanated from within the fruit, ceaselessly stimulating the deepest desires in Wang Ye's heart.
Forcing himself to endure, Wang Ye put away the fruit.
His body was still very weak right now, Xiao Wu was in a coma, and Xiao Si's condition was unknown. Eating the fruit rashly in this state was simply disrespect for his life.
Thinking this, Wang Ye kept the box containing the fruit close to him, and sat down to meditate.
...
Mao Yong'an didn't know when he had already returned to the old woman's home. At this moment he was sitting numbly in the living room.
Originally he had already prepared to flee, and would turn and run once he left the ancient domain, wandering freely under the wide heavens and vast earth.
However...
His sunny doll was left behind at the old woman's place. In his hurry when leaving earlier, he had forgotten to take it with him.
His heart struggled furiously. Although the sunny doll was just a pretty good spiritual object, but...
It was his after all!
Every treasure was picked up by him at the risk of his life!
Right below the apartment building, Mao Yong'an had almost turned green with envy, and tremblingly returned to the sixth floor, carefully prying open the old woman's door.
As a result...
The old woman was just sitting quietly in the rocking chair, her gentle gaze looking at him.
"G-Granny, hello."
Looking at the old woman, Mao Yong'an was beyond tears. His body stiffly raised his hand and waved.
"You must be hungry..."
The old woman seemed to stand up from the rocking chair with some difficulty. She was completely lacking the domineering aura from when she was massacring in the ancient domain, appearing just like an ordinary elderly neighbor.
Sure enough...
It's always "Are you hungry? Are you hungry?" everyday!
Treating him like a pig to be fattened!
Every time he heard the old woman's words, he would recall the constantly emerging fingers in the food bowl, it was simply nauseating!
Finally, Mao Yong'an erupted!
"Granny, how did you know I was hungry!"
As if he had just returned home from school and was told there would be a feast tonight, Mao Yong'an spoke joyfully.
"Silly child."
The old woman picked up the food bowl on the dining table, and went into the kitchen. After a moment of noise, she walked out carrying the bowl.
"Eat."
This time, no steam rose from the bowl. It just quietly sat on the table.
Mao Yong'an's body stiffly shifted and he sat down on the chair. Looking at the old woman, he forcefully squeezed out an ugly smile while his gaze fell upon the bowl's contents.
Next, his pupils suddenly contracted!
Inside the bowl, lay half of a fruit.
It was precisely the one produced by the ancient tree in the ancient domain!
He looked at the old woman in disbelief.
"Eat."
The old woman's voice was as brief as always. She just quietly watched him with a benevolent smile.
Mao Yong'an tentatively took out the fruit and brought it to his mouth. Seeing that the old woman made no move to stop him, he hurriedly swallowed it down.
A torrential bloody aura surged within his body.
But...
Cultivating the Dao without nurturing the body!
His frail body was assaulted by this energy and was on the verge of exploding in an instant.
The old woman smiled as she gently pressed her finger to Mao Yong'an's brow. The energy within him suddenly contracted and gathered in the depths of his brain, ceaselessly tempering his mental strength.
Mao Yong'an also fell into a deep sleep.
The old woman stood up, tidied away the scissors, picked up the bowl, and looked somewhat reluctantly at the rocking chair by the window. She sighed lightly, pushed open the door and left.
Walking with slow steps, the old woman knocked on Wang Ye's door, then placed half the fruit by Wang Ye's doorway. She walked towards the distance in the empty corridor.
With each step, her figure grew more illusory until it completely faded away.
Wang Ye opened the door cautiously and found no one outside. His gaze then fell upon the half fruit on the ground!
Hesitating, he picked up the fruit and continuously swept his surroundings. Finding no one, Wang Ye closed the door and returned to sit on the sofa.
This fruit...
Other than himself, only the old woman had it.
But why would the old woman deliver half of it to him?
Was she a human or a ghost?
Wang Ye was filled with puzzlement for the time being.
His curiosity towards this old woman was approaching the same level as the old man in the suburbs' cemetery.
The bloody aura within the fruit slowly dissipated through the open cross section.
This was forcing him to eat it now.
Hopefully Xiao Si wouldn't suddenly turn on him. After checking Xiao Si's condition again, Wang Ye put the fruit in his mouth.
A torrential bloody aura surged in.
Wang Ye fully focused on controlling the aura as it ceaselessly circulated through his body's meridians.
With some experience now, perhaps because it was half a fruit, Wang Ye didn't lose consciousness this time. However, it still consumed all of his mental strength and his muscles continuously trembled slightly.
The aura emitted from his body was also increasingly condensed.
At this time...
Xiao Si, who was silently standing in the corner, suddenly arduously twisted her head. Her empty gaze looking at Wang Ye.
Finally, she walked towards Wang Ye with somewhat stiff footsteps.
The spirit money pasted all over her emitted faint undulations of energy, hindering Xiao Si's movements.
But... the effect wasn't very obvious.
Eventually, Xiao Si stood in front of Wang Ye and slowly raised her palm towards his head.
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
