"Zhang Han, Liu Qian, Wang Qiang survived... asking for help!"
Hearing the driver's words, Wang Ye fell into thought.
Being able to block signals means at least a level 2 ghost domain.
Under the coverage of a level 2 ghost domain, it's very difficult to send text messages unless under special circumstances.
"Is this ghost trying to lure us in..."
Wang Ye murmured to himself.
If this was really a ghost deliberately luring rescuers, it means the ghost has consciousness, and its horror index has increased exponentially.
Everything can only be determined when we're on site.
He had already gotten on Zhang Ziliang's ride, so in a short time...
He couldn't get off.
The more powerful the ghost's abilities, the greater its achievements, the higher the chance it gets a spot on the team.
This was also where his own value lies.
Soon, the vehicle passed through the barricade, and stopped not far from the mall under the curious gazes of passersby.
"This is as far as I can take you."
"Come back alive!"
The driver opened the car door and looked deeply at Wang Ye, saying.
"Thank you." Wang Ye nodded slightly and got out of the car, arriving at the entrance of the mall.
The mall's front door was wide open, pitch black inside, like the entrance to an abyss, giving people chills, as if there was something terrifying within.
Wang Ye stood at the entrance for a moment, then strode in without hesitation.
It was as if he was swallowed up, disappearing into the darkness.
...
A flash of light shone, and Wang Ye reflexively narrowed his eyes.
Then...
Seeing everything in the mall looking normal before him, Wang Ye's pupils contracted slightly.
The mall was brightly lit inside.
The rows of shops enthusiastically solicited business, and customers walked around the mall, picking out items they liked.
It was as if nothing strange had happened here.
Everything was normal.
But...
A strong sense of creepiness was concealed beneath this normalcy.
Right now...
It was the dead of night.
Who goes shopping at a mall in the middle of the night?
A chill flashed through Wang Ye's eyes as he walked through the mall vigilantly, observing his surroundings.
Faintly, Wang Ye had the feeling that everyone was watching him.
But when he looked, everything was normal again.
"This ghost thing..."
"Is not simple."
Wang Ye moved forward cautiously, passing shop after shop, even hearing customers arguing with shop owners over prices.
Ordinary, normal.
This was the instinctive answer in Wang Ye's mind.
What he didn't notice was that outside his field of vision, everyone had frozen in place, their faces turning pale, their eyes empty as they stared at Wang Ye in a creepy manner.
And when Wang Ye looked over, everything returned to normal again.
...
"Damn it, where exactly is this ghost!"
On the 4th floor, in an enclosed room, Zhang Han couldn't help but curse, his eyes filled with intense panic.
Liu Qian's face was pale, with a trace of blood at the corner of her mouth, also somewhat panicked. Hearing Zhang Han's words, she couldn't help but say: "Can you be quiet for a while, are you afraid it can't find you!"
Wang Qiang leaned silently in the corner, a probing look in his eyes, not saying a word as he watched the two of them.
Just now, the friend he had known for a year stabbed towards him without hesitation. Fortunately, his awakened ability was skin, so he survived.
As for his friend, he had wandered off into the darkness with an eerie smile.
As the oldest person here, with the longest awakened abilities, he now could not trust anyone.
"Forget it, the text message has been sent, let's wait for rescue."
Seeing the two growing increasingly agitated, on the verge of fighting, Wang Qiang finally spoke.
Hearing Wang Qiang's words, the two fell silent.
It was evident that deep down, they still trusted Wang Qiang very much.
The atmosphere...
Gradually grew quiet.
The stench of fear continuously permeated the small room.
"Do you think... anyone will come save us..."
Finally, Zhang Han couldn't stand the oppressive atmosphere and spoke hoarsely.
"As espers, we still have value. And paranormal events need to be resolved in the end. Don't worry."
Wang Qiang was silent for a long time before speaking.
Zhang Han was visibly relieved. Liu Qian's face grew slightly paler, clearly her injuries were worsening.
Suddenly, the room door opened.
Another Zhang Han appeared, eyes bloodshot, filled with panic: "Run, that's a ghost!"
As he spoke, his gaze shifted towards the person in the room who looked identical to himself.
Wang Qiang and Liu Qian's expressions drastically changed as they swiftly moved away from the Zhang Han at their side, eyes darting back and forth between the two Zhang Hans.
"Heh..."
The Zhang Han in the room suddenly let out an eerie laugh, his eyes going empty as he looked at Wang Qiang and Liu Qian. His body gradually rotted, his head falling off his neck, but his gaze remained fixed on Wang Qiang and Liu Qian...
"Run!"
Wang Qiang pulled the injured Liu Qian along as he swiftly rushed to the door, joining up with the Zhang Han there as they fled into the distance.
None of them noticed the Zhang Han behind them with an expression of terror, the corners of his mouth curling into an eerie smile...
...
After walking around the mall for a full 10 minutes, Wang Ye grew increasingly irritable.
Everything around him was too normal.
"Is this what you want me to see..."
Wang Ye murmured to himself, a cold smile appearing at the corner of his lips: "Since you want everything to seem perfect, then I..."
"Will destroy all your hard work!!!"
As he spoke, Wang Ye abruptly halted his footsteps, opened the nearby fire hydrant, took out the safety axe inside, and gripped it in his hand.
Then...
He suddenly halted his steps, looking towards a clothing shop at his side as he strolled over.
"Shopping for clothes?"
The shopkeeper completely ignored the axe in Wang Ye's hand, a diligent smile on his face as he asked.
"Shopping."
A smile gradually appeared on Wang Ye's face. Then he suddenly swung the axe at the glass door.
With a loud crash, the glass door shattered.
Yet the shopkeeper seemed to not have seen it at all, still looking at Wang Ye diligently with a smile: "Shopping for clothes?"
The next second, Wang Ye's axe fell.
The shopkeeper's head flew off, falling to the ground.
Losing its head, the shopkeeper's corpse collapsed. But the head on the ground nearby still had a smile: "Shopping for clothes?"
"So persistent, aren't you..."
With the fire axe in hand, Wang Ye strode from shop to shop, smashing them.
The previous shopkeeper's head suddenly took on a resentful expression, its voice growing shrill: "Why won't you buy my clothes!"
As the voice rang out, everyone in the mall eerily froze in place.
"Why..."
"Why..."
At this moment, everyone's eyes became empty as they looked towards Wang Ye, mouths ceaselessly repeating.
"Don't want to play anymore?"
Wang Ye looked coldly at the scene before him: "But I..."
"Haven't had enough fun yet!"
Holding the fire axe, wiping the blood that had splashed on his face, Wang Ye revealed a terrifying smile.
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
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.”
