Wang Ye's gaze suddenly contracted as his eyes were filled with solemnity.
At the ruins of Grave No. 1, there was a small pit, as if something had crawled out from within.
Moreover...
There seemed to be scratch marks around the pit!
Could it be that something had escaped from Grave No. 1?
If that was really the case, Wang Ye should have been able to find information about it when he was researching earlier. After all, the website he had accessed was unavailable to most ordinary people!
Much of the information in there was credible and reliable!
It was also the highest level of information that Wang Ye could access right now.
Or perhaps, whatever came out of here was kept so secret that the website did not have the authority to disclose this news!
If that was really the case, the situation would become more complicated!
Sure enough, this bizarre post office would not give him such a simple task.
The current situation was still within Wang Ye's acceptable range, but he still needed to find Grave No. 3 as soon as possible.
No matter what secrets this suburban graveyard was hiding, it was no longer something he had the qualifications to explore. Wang Ye now only wanted to complete the task arranged by that mysterious post office as soon as possible and get away from here.
But...
No, something was off.
Wang Ye's brows furrowed slightly. Based on the current situation, it seemed that the mysterious post office had chosen him specifically. That meant the post office would likely assess him.
If so, the post office would not give him an impossible task to complete.
After all, he was just an ordinary person right now.
If even ordinary people were given tasks that involved ghosts, it would be too outrageous, unless the post office's original intention was for him to die.
Wang Ye calmed down instantly. He no longer paid attention to the gradually crumbling Grave No. 2, but instead turned around and carefully observed his surroundings.
"No. 4."
"No. 2."
"No. 1."
"No, that's not right!"
Suddenly, Wang Ye thought of a conjecture - he seemed to have entered a misunderstanding!
Why did he think that the ruined rubble was Grave No. 1?
The tombstone was clearly already shattered. He had jumped to conclusions without even looking at the numbers on the broken stone blocks, automatically associating it with Grave No. 1.
Wang Ye suddenly realized his mistake. He hurriedly took two steps forward, raised the flashlight in his hand, and flipped through the debris of the tombstone.
The trembling of the tombstone next to it became more and more frequent, and the cracks gradually widened. It seemed like the entire tombstone would shatter at any moment, and something terrifying would burst out from the ground.
"Just as I thought!"
Wang Ye's eyes lit up and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
On a broken piece of rock was a bright red number.
"2"
"Sure enough, this is Grave No. 2! In that case, the one next to it..."
Wang Ye quickly walked to the front of the original 'Grave No. 2' and observed it carefully.
As the tombstone shook, chunks of broken rubble fell to the ground. Strangely, from the cracks in the tombstone, trickles of blood oozed out, gradually covering the entire tombstone.
Even the words on the tombstone were somewhat obscured.
"Is it trying to prevent me from recognizing it, or..."
Wang Ye frowned slightly. He took off his jacket and wiped away the blood stains on the tombstone.
If anyone else saw this scene, their jaws would surely drop.
A bizarre graveyard, a tombstone oozing blood, a calm young man wiping away the blood stains on the tombstone...
In this bizarre place, there was a rare sense of harmony.
At some point, a blurry figure stood behind Wang Ye, motionless.
In the darkness, this figure's eyes seemed to be silently watching Wang Ye's figure for a long time...
The figure gradually raised its somewhat withered, pale hand.
"I knew it!"
Wang Ye couldn't help but curse inwardly. After careful observation, this tombstone was clearly marked as Grave No. 3.
The slanted crack had taken away half of the number, making it look like a 2!
After confirming his guess, seeing the constantly crumbling tombstone and the increasingly sinister environment, Wang Ye decisively took out the envelope, lit a lighter, stood in front of the tombstone, and burned the envelope!
A strange red smoke rose as the envelope burned, floating in the air towards the tombstone and enveloping it completely.
Soon, the violent tremors within the tombstone gradually ceased, and it became completely still.
The red smoke also dissipated little by little.
Faintly, it seemed like the cracks in the tombstone had calmed down a lot, showing signs of gradual healing.
And behind Wang Ye, the pale hands also gradually retracted and hid back into the darkness, disappearing without a trace.
"Sure enough, this is a task that even an ordinary person can complete."
"As long as one is more careful and calmer, it can be done."
Wang Ye murmured to himself as he looked at the scene before him. Indeed, everything was as he had guessed.
"But..."
"Where is Grave No. 1..."
There was some doubt in Wang Ye's eyes. He was certain that there were no more tombstones here.
However, this place was full of bizarre happenings, so Wang Ye suppressed his curiosity, put away his flashlight, and once again concealed himself in the darkness as he walked towards the exit of the graveyard.
Standing at the door of the graveyard, Wang Ye took one last look at the old man still leaning back with his eyes closed in the cabin, and sighed softly.
This graveyard was so dangerous, yet the old man had managed to live safely until now - it was a kind of fortune.
Fortune??
No!!!
Wang Ye's pupils suddenly contracted. The thing from Grave No. 2 had already escaped, so how could this old man remain unharmed?
Moreover, the thing from Grave No. 2 had almost come out tonight as well. With such a big commotion, how could the old man not hear it?
At that moment...
The old man, who had kept his eyes closed in the cabin, suddenly opened them and looked in Wang Ye's direction. A smile seemed to appear on his wrinkled face.
The smile was sinister and terrifying.
Cold sweat instantly rolled down Wang Ye's forehead.
He swore that even the top paranormal ability users he had seen in his past life had never made him feel such tremendous pressure.
Just what kind of existence was this damn old man!
Without any hesitation, Wang Ye turned and left, quickly disappearing into the darkness.
And the old man in the cabin arduously moved his eyes before slowly closing them again.
In the darkness...
On the door of the cabin, there seemed to be a number carved crudely like a child's scribble.
'1'
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.
+ Slow Paced + Main Character Thrives Together with His Disciples】 Transmigrated into a cultivation world, Chu Xingchen awakens a discipleship system that reveals the tags of his disciples! Starting from scratch, he builds the strongest sect. Disciple One: Li Yingling 【Gold Tag: Genius Cultivator】【Purple Tag: Extremely Lucky】【Blue Tag: Bewitchingly Beautiful】 Disciple Two: Li Hangtian 【Gold Tag: Reincarnated】【Purple Tag: Ruthless and Decisive】【Blue Tag: Loyal and Noble】 Disciple Three: ??? 【Orange Tag: Alluring Demoness】【???】【???】 Thus, in the cultivation world, an unremarkable little sect appears out of nowhere, but little do others know that each member of this sect is a powerhouse in their own right. The book is also known as: Cultivation? It's Exactly Like This!
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
