Undercurrent (Plus More)

In Wang Ye's room.

Wang Ye and Xiao Si, who had been getting along well, moved at the same time and went to the window, looking at the strange scene in the sky with somewhat empty eyes.

Seemingly wanting to open the window, Wang Ye was a little annoyed to find that everything was welded shut.

Then, he carefully removed the three paper money from Xiao Si's body and placed them on the desk.

Xiao Si's dazed eyes suddenly moved slightly.

The bronze nails trembled slightly, vaguely exuding a faint layer of rust, as if somewhat aged.

Next door.

Zhou Han's eyes went blank for a moment, and her expression became somewhat cold.

Looking at the pink rabbit pajamas she was wearing with some disgust, she took them off, rummaged to the deepest part of the wardrobe, took out a blood-red cheongsam, and put it on.

Faintly, Zhou Han's body seemed to have developed a little more, even more charming and sexy.

"Child, eat?"

The old woman didn't know when she got off the rocking chair and came to Mao Yong'an's bedroom.

At this time, Mao Yong’an was lying by the window, staring tightly at the downstairs of the community. The old woman stood silently behind him and gently asked.

Mao Yong'an's body shuddered, and his hand sending the message froze in place. He turned his head stiffly and showed the old woman an ugly smile, "No, let's not eat."

"Oh, young people are always on their phones, bad for their eyes."

The old woman nodded slightly, looking at Mao Yong'an's phone with a slight frown, dissatisfied and took the phone away.

"I..."

Looking at the old woman's profound eyes, Mao Yong'an forcibly swallowed his words, "Thank you, Granny, for your concern."

Mao Yong'an smiled bitterly.

Only then did the old woman nod in satisfaction, tottered out of the bedroom and returned to the rocking chair in the living room. She sat down, spread the blanket over her legs, and looked out the window with muddy eyes.

In the room, Mao Yong'an slumped on the bed, somewhat lost in thought.

Relying on the compass, he had found this place ahead of others and checked in first, naturally and seamlessly, flawlessly calculating everything in his mind. But unexpectedly...

He was completely suppressed by an old lady.

Indeed, in the face of absolute power, all calculations seem so laughable.

Wang Ye, living in such a bizarre place, what exactly was he after? Perhaps he still hadn't seen through that guy?

Mao Yong'an fell into contemplation again.

In the middle of the living room of a standalone villa, there was a huge freezer.

Suddenly, the freezer shook slightly and the door opened.

Li Hongtian sat up with some frostbite on his face.

"That old thing made me sleep for so long."

Murmuring to himself, Li Hongtian crawled out of the freezer and stood in front of the full-length mirror, carefully looking at his current appearance.

As the temperature rose, the frost on Li Hongtian's body turned into water, soaking his clothes.

Dissatisfied, he went to the cloakroom, changed into a fine suit, looked in the mirror, and always felt like something was missing. After thinking about it, he picked up an expensive pair of gold-rimmed glasses and meticulously put them on.

Only then did he smile with satisfaction, revealing a stiff smile.

"It's about to start..."

Wisps of black smoke emanated from Li Hongtian's body. In the next second, he seemed to teleport and appeared outside the villa.

"So this is... the power of the Ghost Realm?"

Feeling his own strength, Li Hongtian closed his eyes and enjoyed it.

In an ordinary residential building, there was a strong smell of blood.

Stiff corpses stood silently, covered in blood.

Luo Ping looked at the corpses with a mad look on his face.

"Almost there, almost there."

"Wang Ye, you've ruined my fortune, I'll make you live a fate worse than death."

The mad laughter kept echoing in this building.

In Shangjing City, the air seemed to be filled with weak energy, fluctuating ceaselessly.

At this moment, countless espers felt a faint sense of obstruction in their inner energy.

In Qinyuan community, a building appeared out of thin air, and one side of the building was painted with a bloody "4".

In the suburbs, the soil surged and a headless corpse slowly crawled out from the ground.

In the suburbs cemetery, ghosts howled, and an old man holding a candle appeared out of thin air. He frowned slightly, and his howl gradually weakened as the candlelight kept flickering, burning at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Tian Group Headquarters, rooftop.

"It's started."

Zhang ZiLiang overlooked Shangjing City and said lightly.

Li Xinghe looked at him strangely, "Sometimes I feel like you're the group leader."

"If I had enough power, I would gladly take over."

Zhang ZiLiang's tone was still flat.

Li Xinghe's aged face darkened slightly, "I'm too old, the future belongs to you young people."

"I hope this time, we can hit them hard."

Zhang ZiLiang thought for a moment. As the breeze blew, his long hair fluttered with an otherworldly aura.

In Shangjing City, storms were gathering and undercurrents were surging.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the community where Wang Ye lived.

But at this moment, Wang Ye was thousands of miles away from Shangjing City, doing postal service missions.

As it approached 11 o'clock, Wang Ye appeared on time near the No. 7 Grocery Store.

On his back, he carried an iron door that he had dismantled from somewhere.

"I hope this post office can prevent bugs."

With anticipation, the clock hand hit exactly 11 o'clock.

Taking a deep breath, Wang Ye pushed open the dilapidated wooden door of Grocery Store No. 7 and walked in.

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