The headless body kept banging on the door.
The door shook violently as if it would break open at any moment!
Wang Ye's expression changed slightly as he picked up the female corpse bound by ghost ropes and wedged it diagonally against the door like a stick.
Sure enough, the situation improved a lot.
But with each impact from the silhouette, blood would spray from the severed neck onto the doorstickers, almost completely staining them red.
As time passed second by second, there was only one hour left until 2 AM.
The knocking finally stopped, but the silhouette was still walking around the guest room holding its own head, as if looking for another breakthrough.
At some point, the footsteps finally stopped.
The courtyard was filled with the sound of sad weeping, both male and female voices.
From their hushed conversation, it could be inferred that the old master of Qin Mansion had died.
So the one who died back then was the head of Qin Mansion?
But why was there such a commotion in the courtyard now? Was it a recreation of the scene? A rewinding of time? Or had those family members also become ghosts, endlessly repeating what they did in life?
With many questions unanswered, Wang Ye ultimately did not open the door of the guest room.
Finally...
It was 2 AM!
The moment the time arrived, the courtyard instantly fell silent. Even those conversations that were halfway through disappeared in that instant.
Wang Ye, who had been observing the time, suddenly pushed open the door of the guest room, remembering to pull off the ghost rope binding the female corpse and thoughtfully closing the room door!
But when he looked at the guest room door again, it was spotless!
There wasn't a trace of bloodstains.
Was it an illusion?
Or was I merely witnessing what happened in this guest room back then?
Who was Mr. Lv?
The only person surnamed Lv he could recall was the ‘Lv Qing’ mentioned by the family of five.
Was it him?
There was no time to think more. Wang Ye went directly to the main room door, mentally simulating the seconds. He pushed open the door!
A pitch-black coffin was placed at the door!
Next to it was a burner, but the incense had long been burnt out, leaving only ash behind.
After confirming there was nothing else in the room, Wang Ye stepped in.
But...
The air fluctuated.
After taking a step in, the scene before his eyes was completely different from what he saw at the door.
It was as if he was in a wasteland. There was no trace of the ancient mansion around him anymore. It was extremely empty.
Weeds grew rampantly everywhere. The air was filled with a gloomy aura, shrouded in yin energy.
He could feel a surge of yin energy entering his body with every breath, consuming his own physical vitality!
Staying here for too long would kill a person!
Wang Ye cautiously drew out his ghost blade and scanned his surroundings.
On both sides were endless birch trees, with corpses hung on the trees, dense and numerous, as if an entire forest was made out of corpses!
The many corpses swayed in the wind, but their dull eyes were fixed on Wang Ye's direction no matter what.
Everything around was trees and weeds.
There were clearly still traces of flesh and blood on the weeds, silently telling of danger.
In front of him was a small winding path, leading to unknown places!
Could he only move forward?
Since there was only one road, Wang Ye decided not to hesitate anymore and followed the path deeper in.
As the breeze blew by, the corpses on the trees silently watched Wang Ye's retreating figure.
After walking for an unknown amount of time, Wang Ye felt his body was already filled with yin energy, his hands and feet increasingly stiff.
Finally, when Wang Ye was about to reach his limit, a river appeared up ahead.
The river wasn't wide, but unlike normal river water, this river was dark red, as if formed from gathered blood.
Occasionally a severed head or arm could be seen floating on the surface, only to sink down again very quickly.
A wooden bridge was built over the river. It looked quite old, seeming dilapidated, with some rotten planks. It was questionable whether a person could safely cross it.
At this time, a figure stood on top of the bridge, wearing a bright red robe, only showing Wang Ye his back.
The figure had a slender, upright posture, standing with hands behind his back, his entire being exuding an aura of aloofness and transcendence.
It was as if beneath him was not a mountain of corpses and river of blood, but beautiful scenery.
Was he the mission target?
Wang Ye's lips were cracked now. Staggering, he stepped onto the bridge.
The figure seemed unaware of Wang Ye's arrival, still facing away and gazing into the distance, as if observing something.
Wang Ye leaned on the bridge railing, arduously walking towards the man.
After stepping onto the bridge, Wang Ye realized it was different from what he imagined. The material was not wood, but similar to the postal car's exterior, especially the floor, which was like fleshy mud.
It was a short distance, but Wang Ye walked extremely slowly.
Some areas had completely collapsed. A slight carelessness would make him fall into the river of blood.
Finally, Wang Ye drew closer and closer to the figure's back.
But suddenly, a plank beneath his foot shattered!
Wang Ye missed a step and his whole body fell off the bridge. At the critical moment, he grabbed onto a plank, left hanging in midair.
Exerting strength in his hands and leaping with his body, he climbed back onto the bridge.
He didn't know why this ghostly place seemed to be able to seal the energy in one's body. Trying to fly was completely unrealistic.
And his fleshly body had already become very weak from the corrosion of the yin energy.
If he hadn't grabbed the plank just now, he probably would have already fallen into the river of blood.
Although he didn't know what exactly the river of blood was, when he was close to it earlier, he could feel it emanating despair, resentment, jealousy, hatred...
Dense, intense negative emotions that nearly scattered his mental strength.
Standing on the bridge, panting heavily, he had nearly died yet that figure hadn't moved an inch?
Or did he simply not care whether Wang Ye lived or died!
But if he died, what about the goods!
Wang Ye didn't think his own life was worth much, but the goods were definitely important!
The previous mistake made Wang Ye even more cautious.
It took a full 10 minutes to cover the short 10 meters.
Looking at the figure's back right before him, Wang Ye said, "I've come to collect the goods."
Hearing Wang Ye's voice, the man in the red robe finally moved. Without turning back, he flung out a box from his sleeve, tossing it into Wang Ye's arms.
After doing all this, the man stood with his back facing Wang Ye again.
This man...
Why was he so strange?
Wang Ye held the box, carefully observing the man's back.
When he looked at the legs, he was slightly taken aback.
The man's legs were pierced through by several thin chains, firmly locking him to the bridge.
"Heh..."
As if noticing Wang Ye's gaze, the man flung his sleeve again, slapping Wang Ye's body.
The next second, Wang Ye lost control and fell off the bridge into the river of blood.
'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?"
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.
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.”
