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.
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!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
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.
