A chilling aura permeated the flesh scraper knife.
Wang Ye silently gazed at the flesh scraper, feeling as if a voice was echoing endlessly in his mind.
"Pick it up."
"It will give you endless power."
At first the voice was faint, but as time passed, the murmuring gradually filled Wang Ye's mind.
"Enough!"
With intense pain, Wang Ye clutched his head and reflexively shouted.
As Wang Ye rebuked it, the voice gradually faded, but the bone-chilling aura emitted by the flesh scraper seemed to grow even more potent.
Several times, Wang Ye wanted to turn around and leave the kitchen, but his eyes couldn't move away from the seemingly simple flesh scraper.
"Completing tasks for the Post Office will earn corresponding rewards."
"This means the Post Office intends to nurture its letter carriers, making them stronger."
"Because only then can letter carriers go to more dangerous places."
"Speaking this way, can I enhance my own strength during the course of completing tasks..."
Wang Ye calmly analyzed, except for being caught off guard at the beginning, after he gradually calmed down, the alluring voice had disappeared.
"This is a gamble..."
"Gambling on the Post Office, and gambling on myself."
"But this is quite interesting, isn't it?"
Wang Ye's mouth curved into a faint smile as he picked up the flesh scraper from the cutting board.
A chilling aura spread throughout Wang Ye's body, making him shiver reflexively.
The chilling aura grew even more concentrated, ceaselessly surging into Wang Ye's mind. Under the intense stimulation, he let out bursts of low roars.
One scene after another emerged in Wang Ye's mind.
A pair of hands.
A very beautiful pair of hands.
But these hands were holding this flesh scraper, and the surroundings...
An antique siheyuan courtyard, the hands' owner sitting in the yard, scraping flesh...
What 'he' was scraping was a human head!
And the head was revealing an eerie smile, emitting a bizarre aura!
The scene flashed...
Still the same flesh scraper, still the same hands, only the location had changed.
It was...
404!!!
The hands' owner seemed very nervous, the hands holding the flesh scraper trembling slightly!
Then...
The scene vanished.
Sweat covered Wang Ye's body without him noticing.
He was breathing heavily, the scenes echoing nonstop in his mind.
Just what was that siheyuan courtyard!
This flesh scraper was so powerful, just what kind of horrifying existence could make even its owner feel afraid.
And this horror...
Was actually at 404?!
Wang Ye's pupils contracted slightly. It seemed this place was no less terrifying than the suburban graveyard!
Damn Tian Group!
Just what were they doing every day!
Why hadn't they sealed off such a horrifying location!
Wang Ye took a deep breath, gradually calming himself down, and tied the flesh scraper to his calf before leaving the kitchen.
Strangely, after he came into contact with the flesh scraper, the concentrated, putrid corpse stench had disappeared.
Wang Ye slowly made his way to the bedroom.
That was where his mission location was.
The photo on the wall...
Standing at the bedroom door, he paused for a few seconds. After preparing himself, Wang Ye fiercely pushed open the door!
The room was tranquil as always, seemingly harbouring no danger.
A simple wooden bed, two wooden cabinets painted red beside it, and apart from these, a photo hung above the headboard.
In the photo, a woman in a cheongsam smiled faintly.
Woman!
Wang Ye was startled stiff.
This woman, he had just seen her before.
The madwoman in the neighbourhood was the spitting image of the woman in the photo!
Suddenly, frantic footsteps came from the stairwell.
Someone was coming up extremely quickly!
Looking at the bronze nail in his hand, sensing the speed the footsteps' owner was ascending the stairs, after only two seconds of analysis Wang Ye knew there wasn't enough time!
Wang Ye gritted his teeth, looking at the red lacquered wooden cabinet beside him. He dove inside and gently closed the door.
Just as Wang Ye finished moving, the footsteps' owner entered the living room.
Then the footsteps gradually slowed.
Thump.
Thump.
The footsteps were heavy, silently roaming around the living room, intermittent sounds arising.
Wang Ye held his breath and closed his eyes.
He knew if that thing discovered him, the probability was high he wouldn't be able to escape.
However...
Surrendering wasn't his style. He silently pulled out the flesh scraper tied to his calf and held it in his hand.
As long as the creature opened the cabinet door, Wang Ye could guarantee stabbing the flesh scraper into it in the first moment.
Although ghosts couldn't be killed, even if he could hinder it for one second, he'd have a better chance of surviving.
The intermittent chilling aura from the flesh scraper stimulated Wang Ye's body, making him even calmer.
The footsteps wandered around the living room, the pace very slow, sounds arising at times.
Gradually, the footsteps moved towards the kitchen.
Very quickly...
The footsteps abruptly sped up, seeming to have noticed something. They restlessly paced around the house, as if searching for something.
At this time, Wang Ye felt his hand touching the cabinet growing damp.
A faint bloody scent drifted into Wang Ye's nostrils.
Blood!
This cabinet wasn't painted red, it was blood!
But this was no longer the point. As time passed, the footsteps' owner seemed increasingly anxious, ceaselessly pacing around the room, accompanied by the sound of rummaging through items.
Suddenly...
The footsteps came to the bedroom.
This thing had come in!!!
Wang Ye's heart leaped up and he reflexively held his breath, not daring to make any sound.
Then...
The footsteps slowly walked towards the closet, and finally...
Stopped.
Right in front of the cabinet door!
Wang Ye's eyes flickered slightly as he slowly raised the flesh scraper in his hand, aimed at the cabinet door, ready to stab out at any time.
The room seemed to have gradually quieted down.
Time slowly passed, but Wang Ye still calmly maintained his posture without any movement.
After long periods dealing with supernatural events, his psychological endurance had already been honed to a horrifying degree.
Suddenly.
The wooden cabinet door next to him abruptly made a sound.
Then, judging by the noise, it sounded like someone had charged out from inside the cabinet!
There was someone in the adjacent cabinet!
Wang Ye was shocked!
He had been hiding alone inside the cabinet the entire time he was in the room!
In an instant, Wang Ye felt somewhat terrified in retrospect.
If he had wanted to hide in the other cabinet instead, he could have already been a corpse if the person had suddenly attacked him.
Having been complacent for too long recently, he had indeed relaxed his vigilance somewhat.
Wang Ye reflected on himself.
Based on the sounds, it seemed the person in the closet had successfully rushed out of the bedroom.
Then the previous footsteps chased out after them.
The bedroom became quiet again.
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
'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.
d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!
