"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.
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"
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.
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
