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.
ap a wealthy young lady? Or else I'll be eliminated by the system? Ye Feng, who awakened the Kidnapper System, originally wanted to live a peaceful life but never imagined he would become a kidnapper of young women. However, after some time, he discovered that all the girls the system ordered him to kidnap were far from ordinary. "Big brother Ye Feng~ You've kidnapped my heart, and now you're not allowed to leave me ever again~" "Ye Feng~ You kidnapped me back then, now it's my turn to capture you♡" "Little Feng, you're mine! You can only be mine!" "Ye Feng, none of them deserve you. Only I love you the most♡" ... This is madness, they've all gone mad! Wait, what? Why are all the girls I kidnapped yanderes?!
saw a female celebrity tied up and stuffed in the trunk! Little did he know, countless cameras were aimed at him at this moment - this was a new type of reality show. The first randomly selected passerby was caught in less than an hour. But when Xu Moru was selected, things started to take an unexpected turn. "Damn, this isn't how the script goes. This Xu Moru is too bold, he's not following the rules at all." "Crap, is this guy taking it seriously?" "The female celebrity has been scared to tears!"
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.
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
