3, Not Er, is this also Huang Tian?

"Don't overthink it. The most pressing matter is to confirm whether the scope of this person named Huang Tian has expanded..."

Huang Tian suppressed the excitement in his heart and followed another completely unfamiliar voice.

The warm morning sun shone through the hallway window, casting several strips of light of varying lengths onto the floor, while the air was filled with the faint scent of cooking oil and the smell of milk and bread.

The hallway was exceptionally quiet at this moment, with only the faint sound of car horns drifting in from afar.

"Tap, tap~"

Light footsteps rang out as two men—one thin, one sturdy—walked up the stairwell.

The thin one wore a dusty hoodie, his head and face covered by the hood as he walked with his head buried.

The sturdy man wore a loose courier uniform, a black hat, and a mask, clutching an empty cardboard delivery box to his chest. His burly frame provided a silent sense of intimidation, enough to make the occasional resident passing by instinctively avert their gaze.

The two arrived at the third floor and stopped in front of room 306.

The thin man quickly crouched down at the door, while the sturdy man naturally turned to the side, perfectly shielding the thin man's form while vigilantly listening for movement from the floors above and below.

"Huang Tian, hurry up," the sturdy man said in a very low voice.

"Don't worry, I scouted this place out long ago. At this hour, the people on the three floors above and below have basically all gone to work."

The thin, wiry man named Huang Tian pulled a strange tool from his pocket and inserted it into the keyhole.

His movements were extremely practiced and light, producing almost no sound of metal colliding. In the quiet hallway, there was only the sound of his own faint, cautious breathing.

The sturdy man held the delivery box, swaying it slightly as if impatiently waiting for the recipient.

After only twenty seconds or so, a faint click came from the lock cylinder.

The corners of Huang Tian's mouth curled up slightly as his right hand gently pressed down on the handle.

The door opened a crack without a sound.

Like loaches, the two men quickly slipped inside. The sturdy man reached back and pulled the door shut with extreme care, making almost no noise at all.

The room was silent.

Morning light spilled in through the balcony window, revealing tiny dust motes floating in the air. The living room was kept reasonably tidy, but one could tell the owner had been in a rush to leave for work that morning; a cushion had fallen onto the floor, and the dishes on the dining table hadn't been cleared away.

"Split up and search."

"Agreed."

Huang Tian headed straight for the bedroom. He scanned the room, his gaze landing on the vanity and the nightstand, and quickly stepped forward to search for gold and silver jewelry or small, valuable items.

The sturdy man took charge of the living room and study. He quickly rummaged through the TV cabinet drawers and desk compartments, stuffing the laptop, phone, and some cash he found into the empty delivery box he had brought.

The entire process was quiet, rapid, and highly efficient.

There was only the slight sliding sound of drawers being pulled open and pushed back, along with their suppressed breathing.

A few minutes later, Huang Tian emerged from the bedroom with several pieces of jewelry and a small stack of cash in his hand, quickly placing them into the sturdy man's half-full box.

He signaled to the sturdy man, who nodded and took one last look around to ensure no obvious valuables had been missed.

Huang Tian walked to the door, first carefully pressing his ear against it to listen closely for any movement outside.

Confirming it was safe, he slowly turned the handle, opened a crack, and peered out.

The hallway remained empty.

He immediately slipped out sideways, the sturdy man following close behind, clutching the now-heavy "delivery box."

From the outside, Huang Tian pulled the door handle with his hand, gently closing it completely. Then, the two walked down the stairs one after the other, their demeanor perfectly natural, and exited the apartment building, quickly vanishing into the morning crowd and traffic that was gradually growing denser.

Skillful and bold, though it's the poor family living here who's unlucky, losing a significant sum of money...

Inside his apartment, Huang Tian pondered silently whether he should call the police to catch those two thieves, but he abandoned the thought in an instant.

It was simple: based on the car license plates he saw on the street from a third-person perspective, he realized this theft was taking place in Su Province.

Yet he was in Gan Province, thousands of miles away. How could he possibly know about a theft occurring in an unremarkable residential complex in Su Province?

It was completely unexplainable.

"If the surveillance cameras in the hallway and the complex aren't broken, the chances of catching those two thieves are actually quite high."

Huang Tian stopped overthinking it. He picked up the bottle of mineral water on his nightstand, took a few gulps, and after a moment of rest, continued to look through other voices:

He saw a teenager named Huang Tian being woken up by his teacher for dozing off in class, standing up in a daze to answer the question randomly, drawing loud laughter from his classmates.

He saw a retired old man named Huang Tian immersed in playing the erhu in a park pavilion, the melody so melodious and graceful that it drew a crowd to watch and take photos.

He saw a young girl in a white dress named Huang Tian sitting before an easel, quietly painting with a brush.

He saw a young man named Huang Tian on the other side of the ocean, hunched over his motorcycle as the bike leaned slightly to the left, carving through a curve. The tires screeched against the pavement with a teeth-grinding wail, and then, like an arrow released from a bow, he pierced through the stifling air of the city night...

Male, female, old, young... the life of every Huang Tian was different, each with its own brilliance.

For an entire day, aside from necessary breaks for food and hygiene, Huang Tian spent his time using his superpower to watch the lives of others.

This gave him a sense of illusory detachment.

Naturally, the mental exhaustion also caused him to sleep extremely deeply.

The next day, when Huang Tian groggily opened his eyes, he instinctively turned on the "signal" switch, only this time, it was no longer a call coming from his ears.

Instead, there was a "zzzt, zzzt, zzzt" sound.

It sounded like an old radio malfunctioning.

"Glitching?"

"Bad signal?"

He snapped to full alertness.

This superpower concerned his future, so even the slightest change commanded his utmost attention.

However, the buzzing did not disappear throughout the entire day, leaving Huang Tian feeling somewhat gloomy.

He speculated that this might be another evolution of his superpower, yet he also worried that it was slowly fading away; this conflicting mindset left him restless and unable to sit still.

It wasn't until eight o'clock at night, when the streetlights outside cast a warm, dim glow and the occasional elderly person in a tank top strolled slowly along the road, that things changed.

Huang Tian pulled the curtains shut, leaned back against his bed, and closed his eyes slightly; the sound in his ears finally shifted.

"Zzzt... Thick Earth Sect... lecture session... you all..."

Huang Tian's expression shifted as he focused his attention to listen.

"Zzzt, zzzt... My name is Mo Qiu, and I am the instructor for you outer sect disciples, responsible for explaining the contents of the first chapter of the Yellow Heaven Mountain-Suppressing Spirit Scripture..."

"Wait, this is also Yellow Heaven?"

In the pitch-black night, his bright eyes flickered with a mixture of astonishment and pleasant surprise.