Upper Capital City, in a remote suburban housing district.
A middle-aged man's eyes were bloodshot, his whole body exuding a sense of madness.
Hungry!
So hungry!
Muttering incessantly, on the floor was the corpse of a middle-aged woman, with blood still flowing out.
The man pounced on the woman's body, tearing at it madly and swallowing the flesh into his stomach.
Gradually, the man's stomach bulged out, but he seemed oblivious to it as he continued tearing away wildly.
Until only the woman's skeleton remained, and his stomach was completely bloated.
Intestines spilled all over the floor, yet the man became even more excited, grabbing his own intestines and biting viciously into them.
The bloody stench permeated the entire room, with traces of blood seeping out from under the door.
From now on, you'll be my neighbor.
Outside the door, Wang Ye looked at the strand of hair fallen on the ground again, pondering slightly as he said to Mao Yong’an.
Oh.
Mao Yong’an’s mind wandered, subconsciously nodding.
Yo, little brother's back!
Just then, the door across opened, and Zhou Han changed into a pristine white princess dress, standing at her own door, smiling sweetly at Wang Ye.
Hearing the familiar voice, Mao Yong’an’s body stiffened as he forced himself to look over. Seeing Zhou Han's angelic appearance, his body started convulsing as he turned to run away.
Wang Ye stared blankly for a moment before grabbing Mao Yong’an, looking at him puzzled.
Hey man, as the saying goes, the green hills remain unchanged and the green waters flow long, we’ll meet again in this realm if fate allows, so let me go!
Mao Yong’an's body kept writhing, but Wang Ye’s hands gripped him tightly like iron clamps.
Seeing this scene, Zhou Han's eyes narrowed into crescent moons, looking so adorable.
I won't disturb you two! With that, she smiled sweetly at Wang Ye again before closing the door.
In the hallway, Mao Yong’an was still letting out agonized squeals like a pig being slaughtered, while Wang Ye dragged him expressionlessly and knocked on the door next door.
As the knocks sounded, the footsteps inside the room stopped abruptly, falling silent.
After waiting quietly for a while, Wang Ye’s brows furrowed slightly as he knocked again.
But there was no sound from the room anymore.
You see, no one's home! Mao Yong'an heaved a huge sigh of relief: Saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda!
Ignoring Mao Yong’an’s despairing look, Wang Ye brought him along to knock on the next room.
On this floor, there were a total of eight households.
Other than Wang Ye and Zhou Han’s homes, there were six more.
As they knocked on one after another, not a single one opened their door.
Finally...
At the end of the hallway.
The door slowly opened, and an old woman opened it, her aged face full of kindness as she looked at Wang Ye with a questioning gaze.
Wang Ye tactfully proposed the idea of letting Mao Yong’an stay and paying rent.
The old woman looked kindly at Mao Yong’an and nodded: Times are hard for everyone, my husband passed early, it's just me at home, the spare room is empty, let him stay then.
Disregarding Mao Yong'an's despairing look, Wang Ye expressed his gratitude, and brought some flour, cooking oil, and meat from home into the old woman's house.
Casually looking around.
The old woman's room was very simple, with some old-fashioned wooden chairs and tables, an old television and radio in the living room.
The master bedroom and spare bedroom each had a wooden bed.
After putting the items in the kitchen, Wang Ye thanked the old woman again, leaving Mao Yong’an at her home as he turned to leave.
The moment the old woman's door closed, the smile on Wang Ye's face disappeared, his expression cold as he returned home.
Of the eight rooms, apart from Zhou Han, he had not seen any of the other neighbors since moving in.
The old woman's kitchen had a lot of rice and flour, how did she carry them up alone at her age, when the elevators had long stopped running after the supernatural events started.
Also...
These foods were covered in a layer of dust, indicating they had not been touched for a long time.
Does this old lady not eat?
And the footsteps from the next room that stopped when he knocked, plus the other empty rooms.
It seems...
His neighbors were not so simple after all.
The free gift of a grandmaster from the Daoist realm should not go to waste, might as well have him help probe his lovely neighbors.
And...
The bronze nail on little Si was getting looser and needed to be dealt with.
The mysterious Zhou Han should also have a chat.
As for that Li Hongtian whom he only glimpsed once, there was an uncomfortable aura around him from the start.
Lastly... Luo Ping!
Thinking of Luo Ping, a cold glint flashed in Wang Ye's eyes.
If not for that guy, the destruction of Lin’an would not have happened, and he almost foiled Wang Ye’s ghost summoning too.
Wang Ye never considered himself a magnanimous person.
He would look for a chance to kill that man.
And the most urgent matter now was the...
Second Eternal Night that would happen in half a month.
In his last life, it was after the Second Eternal Night that Wang Ye fully realized, in this world, rather than rely on others for rescue, it was better to rely on his own strength.
It was this belief that allowed him, an ordinary person unable to awaken, to become an important member of Grade A squad.
And now, his points should have accumulated quite a bit too. After the Second Eternal Night, along with endless terror, corresponding resources would become available too.
By then, his points would come in handy.
As his strength grew, the troubles around him multiplied too.
After a brief rest, Wang Ye tidied his expression and went out, knocking on Zhou Han’s door.
Soon...
Zhou Han opened the door, overjoyed to see Wang Ye: Little brother, you finally came to see me!
She then shyly lowered her head: But...I haven't showered yet.
Zhou Han's face was slightly flushed.
Wang Ye looked at her performance expressionlessly: Come in to talk?
Okay... Zhou Han became even more embarrassed, lowering her head further and answering in a mosquito-like voice.
Ignoring Zhou Han's state, Wang Ye walked right in.
The door...
Closed.
Suburban Cemetery.
Li Hongtian carefully carried his backpack again, looking warily at the shed from afar for a long time before sighing in relief and sneaking in.
The familiar Grave No. 5.
He skillfully took out chunks of meat still dripping with blood and placed them before the tombstone.
The tombstone shook slightly, but the meat remained unchanged.
Li Hongtian's originally gentle smile disappeared as he looked at the tombstone, his expression a little cold as he pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses with his bloodstained hand: You don't even have the courage to make a last stand with me?
Don't you want to break free?
This is your last chance.
As Li Hongtian's icy voice rang out, the trembling tombstone quieted down.
After a long while...
The meat gradually dried up, and wisps of black mist rose again from the base of the tombstone.
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
fe full of thrilling battles, ultimately sacrificing himself to protect his homeland and its people. Unexpectedly, he was reborn into his youth, where he encountered the campus ice queen, Ye Miyue, now working as a masseuse at his family's martial arts school. "How long have you been doing this?" "I-it's my first time..." the campus belle murmured, her head bowed. Wang Xian remembered clearly that back then, although Ye Miyue had not yet awakened her martial arts talent, her outstanding academic performance, breathtaking beauty, and icy demeanor had made her the moon goddess of every boy in school. He was no exception. In his previous life, they had no connection, never imagining they would meet under such circumstances. Sadly, today the city was attacked by an S-class beast, the 'Wind King Falcon,' destroying nearly half of the city streets. Ye Miyue had died on her way home during this disaster. Now, given a second chance, facing the campus goddess of his youth, Wang Xian resolutely decided to extend her session! And so. "My hands are tired..." the blushing campus belle whispered, relieved. Wang Xian pointed to her slender calves and said, "Who said only hands can massage? There are feet too!" "Extend the session, continue!"
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!
e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"
