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.
o a martial world and obtained a system that allowed him to draw one entry per year. Unfortunately, all he drew were useless white-tier entries. The probability for high-quality entries was extremely low, with the highest-tier mythic entry having a mere 0.001% chance! To increase the probability, he had to improve his martial realm, but he lacked the innate talent for cultivation. At the age of eighteen, Chen Yi fell into the hands of a gang and was forced into hard labor. Just as his life seemed destined for a bleak end, on his 18th entry draw, he actually pulled a mythic entry—Simulator! In the simulation, he could also draw one entry every year that passed, and upon ending the simulation, he would inherit all entries and his martial realm! In his first simulation, Chen Yi struggled desperately just to survive, knowing that living one more year meant one more entry draw! Finally, with hair turned white, he drew the entry he had longed for—Low-Grade Innate Talent! "Hahaha! Don't bully the old and poor! Time to cultivate and inherit my cultivation base!" ... From then on, Chen Yi continuously simulated and drew entries, his martial realm soaring higher and higher! Epic, legendary, and even mythic entries were gathered into his collection one after another! "What demon race or devil race? What dark turmoil? I don't know anything about that. They just charged at me screaming 'How can you possibly ascend to immortality?!' and got stuck to my fists, unable to be shaken off. Blind spots, speed bumps... go talk to my simulator. We're all struggling to survive out here. I'm trying so hard, so how are they still alive?"
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
Explosive Plot Song Gua crossed over into another world, bringing along a whole crew of his doppelgangers—all of them mischief-makers. This was a world where everyone could choose a class. Song Gua became a "Bondweaver," capable of borrowing power, while his doppelgangers took on a wide variety of classes, covering just about everything. The number of doppelgangers grew day by day, each one a talented individual with a charming way of speaking. Under Song Gua's brilliant leadership, they would "greet" each other daily and engage in friendly "sparring," pulling off one major scheme after another on Earth. Sometimes they were bandits—stealing bosses, plundering mines, snatching resources. Sometimes they were saviors—descending like divine warriors to face world bosses threatening to massacre cities. Sometimes they even went undercover, infiltrating various major factions to stir up trouble from within, keeping their enemies constantly on edge. To prevent their doppelganger abilities from being exposed, Song Gua made them wear masks with mahjong tile patterns and don Taoist robes in various colors. "Remember, in front of outsiders, call me 'The Dice.'" "Got it! Boss!" "Not 'Boss'—it's 'The Dice.' Think about the vibe, pay attention to the vibe." "Yes! Boss!" "For crying out loud..." From then on, whenever they appeared, they would have their own theme song playing: ~Hey~ paying respects at the mountain stronghold at night~ whose arm is draped over whose shoulder~ gather your courage and follow along...
world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...
