CHAPTER 267: CHAPTER 267: SOME ARE HAPPY, SOME ARE SAD

It’s known that one day in the Wilderness World consumes a year in the real world, so currently, sixty years have been consumed.

But now, after displaying the detailed lifespan, the system directly calculated two years and four months for me. To convert this into the yangshou of the real world, isn’t it...

"Two years is 730 days, four months is 120 days, totaling 850 days, which is 850 years?!" Jiang Yuan was stunned after calculating, rubbing his face in realization. No wonder his Life Value quietly increased by itself — this is the root cause?

The problem is, can it be calculated this way?

After discovering he didn’t seem so short-lived, he began to doubt if there was something off with this conversion.

After all, once you exit, time in the Wilderness World stops. Theoretically, as long as you don’t enter, this lifespan countdown won’t start. Can you exploit this bug to live forever in the real world?

It’s unlikely, right?

So, one year in reality equals one day in the Wilderness, meaning that time doesn’t stop; I’m just away for a short time? Then if I stay in the real world for a year, does the system show one less day?

Jiang Yuan took another sip of tea, although he didn’t understand the system’s exchange rate, Liu Qiang’s little black fish that was refined and purified in the jar, where ten years turns into one year, conforms more to the purification rule.

But a year purifying in reality turns into a year in the Wilderness, so these two aren’t interchangeable, right? Could it be that time in the real world is more precious than in the Wilderness World?

And where does the extra year and four months come from?

Could it be that I originally had a lifespan of several hundred years? That’s a joke! Is it a reward for activating the lifespan counter? The system is really generous!

Suddenly, the sense of crisis completely disappeared, Jiang Yuan felt utterly pleased.

Sipping his tea slowly, he let his thoughts run wild like an untamed horse, not even listening to what Yang Hongye and Chuci were chatting about.

It wasn’t until he lay down at night preparing to sleep, looking at the unmoving lifespan counter, that he couldn’t help but laugh under the covers.

There’s no happier moment than this, he thought he had lost, but it turned out he had gained!

"Hey? Can I try again to possibly change the exchange rate to 1:21?" Jiang Yuan suddenly sat up.

Why is the Life Value exchange rate 20? Is it related to the twenty companies I joined that shut down? The simplest way is to join another company and test if, after it closes, the rate can change from 20 to 21.

However, this affair requires the right time, place, and people; among so many resumes sent, he had only received two business offers so far.

Moreover, you can’t just harm a company for an experiment.

If it really closes many people will lose their jobs, finding work isn’t easy these days, that would be committing daily evil and damaging Yin Virtue and rewards.

After much thought, he lay down again, feeling that sticking to his original intention was better.

Anyway, in the real world Liu Qiang’s Origin is a backup; in the Wilderness World, they are soon going to seize the Immortal Peach, not worrying about the yangshou issue and gaining an extra 20 Life Value daily is quite good, one shouldn’t be too greedy.

That night, some were happy, and some were worried.

"Ghost! Help! There’s a ghost!" Liu Qiang groggily opened his eyes, seeing a face, half smiling and half not, floating before him. Almost instinctively, he screamed and struggled to escape from the Yin Fiend fierce ghost, trying to find a place to hide.

However, a sharp pain in his chest stopped him after two cries, as Zhang Ran stepped forward and choked his neck, his shouts turning into whimpers. By the time the medical staff rushed in, they saw him clutching his neck intensely.

"Oh dear, what’s this old man fussing about in the middle of the night?"

"Don’t move! Your ribs are broken; you need to rest."

"Oh my, the old man’s strength is quite something. Better tie him up!"

The male nurses in the psychiatric hospital, all broad and burly like bears, restrained him within seconds and deftly tied his arms and legs with restraints.

Four female ghosts laughed carelessly as they saw the nurses handle Liu Qiang like a chick.

"Tsk tsk, you have your day too!" Ding Xiaoxiao stepped forward, giving him a hard slap, saying coldly: "Sister Zhang used to be a nurse and saw those patients in the special care ward, who were dying but had their lives prolonged by machines.

Since medical expenses were completely reimbursed, family members insisted on not giving up treatment, no matter what, for the sake of the hefty pension. Those people could feel all the pain but couldn’t even cry, only lying there suffering as their fingers and toes slowly withered... Does it scare you?"

Accompanying her description, Zhang Ran sinisterly pinched his fingers.

Liu Qiang felt a chill in his fingertips and couldn’t help but shiver.

"Don’t be afraid, you’re different from them," Li Liting reached out sharp and long black nails slowly towards his eyeballs, saying eerily: "They only suffered, without so many female ghosts accompanying them."

He wanted to close his eyes, but his eyelids wouldn’t obey, trembling all over in fright and daring not to shout.

Liu Qiang knew that ordinary people wouldn’t see the ghosts and would only assume he was mentally ill, treating him even worse, so he quietly begged, "Spare me, I know I was wrong! Please, have mercy and spare this wretched life..."

Zhang Qi’s face, bleeding from seven orifices, emerged from the bedside, her voice eerie, "But we died so horribly. If you want us to forgive you, you should give us some benefits, right?"

"I have money! Lots and lots of money. Once I get out, I’ll hire monks to transcend you, burn lots and lots of Paper Money..."

"We don’t want transcendence or Paper Money." Ding Xiaoxiao glanced at the surveillance installed at the bedside, seeing the police-assigned guards frowning at the screen.

She smiled slightly, "We want something that can balance our minds, like hearing how you brutally killed those victims whose souls are now scattered. Equally dead by your hands, yet their souls are gone, while we can still be ghosts. Isn’t that comparison joyous?"

Liu Qiang felt something was wrong, but he had no time to ponder, and as the nails approached his eyeballs, tears streamed down as he pleaded, "I’ll tell! I’ll say everything, please... don’t torment me anymore. At my age, I can’t withstand it. The first person I killed was an old doctor rehired at the county hospital.

I had just been married half a year, and my wife was mocked for not laying eggs as we had no children. Enraged, she insisted on a hospital check. When I got the results, I found out it was me who couldn’t conceive. I desperately begged the old doctor to say my wife had issues, so she wouldn’t divorce me and humiliate me.

But as a man, how could he not understand a man’s dignity? He was useless despite all my persuasion. My wife, having got clean results, spread the news everywhere, making everyone know I couldn’t conceive.

In rage, I stabbed that old man to death in a secluded alley after his late shift!

Later, I contemplated irrevocability, wanting to avenge by killing my ex-wife, but she had gone south to work. To find her, I inquired everywhere, even consulting fortune tellers, and then... met my master..."

The female ghosts were surprised Liu Qiang had a master, implying others practiced the harmful Evil Technique!

"Where are the other Origins you’ve separated and hidden?"

Trying hard to describe the brutal murder process to please the malevolent female ghosts, who might spare him, Liu Qiang was startled by Ding Xiaoxiao’s mention of the Origin, his face turning pale, "What did you say? I-I don’t understand."

"Don’t understand, huh? Then forget about your ears." Ding Xiaoxiao twisted her fingers, black smoky needles pierced his left ear as Liu Qiang screamed in pain, "I only split one Origin, in my ancestral house! In the basement of the old ancestral home!"

Li Liting grabbed his neck, "So dishonest is unnecessary. Sister Zhang, let’s cut his vocal cords to avoid disturbing others when torturing later."

"No! I’ll tell! I..." Liu Qiang trembled in dread, caught between a rock and a hard place. Unwilling to have his eardrums ruptured or vocal cords cut off, fearing inevitable torture once not useful anymore!

Riddled with regret and anxiousness, he cautiously bargained but received two firm slaps, and Zhang Ran intermittently pressed his broken ribs, causing Liu Qiang to scream.

To gain a moment of peace, he stammered and revealed a basement of an old house on Old Street, West City District, where another Origin was stored, and the basement key was in the safe.

Having heard this, Zhang Qi vanished to find the key and alert authorities;

Other female ghosts pressed Liu Qiang more about his means of murdering others;

The monitoring staff was stunned for a moment, quickly started to record, preparing to verify the murder confessions mixed in his nonsense. Upon entering the database, discovering Liu Qiang confessed about an old doctor-murder case matching an actual case, they gasped, quickly dialing to report to superiors.