Lottery

With a thought, Luo Yihe dismissed his personal information panel. In its place appeared a highly futuristic circular wheel. The upper left corner displayed his negative emotion points—over eighty thousand in total. On the prize wheel, it said 2,000 per draw at the top and 18,000 for ten consecutive draws at the bottom.

Luo Yihe skillfully went straight for ten consecutive draws.

[Ding! The lottery has begun. Congratulations, Host, you have received a pizza.]

[Ding! Congratulations, Host, you have received a family bucket meal.]

"Damn it, why is it all food? I'm getting sick of eating this stuff."

[Ding! You have received one Manchu-Han Feast. Finish it, and you will gain tenfold cultivation speed for twenty-four hours!]

"Huh? Holy shit! One hundred and eight dishes? Wouldn't that kill someone? System, does one person have to eat it, or can several people share it?"

[Host, it cannot be shared. One person must finish it all.]

"Fuck, that'd kill someone."

[Ding! You have received one serving of hot and sour rice noodles.]

[Ding! You have obtained the soul skill: Demon's Mask. It can designate multiple people to receive Demon Masks. Effect: Those wearing Demon Masks gain a 200% increase in resistance to attacks, a 100% increase in speed, and a 50% increase in soul power recovery.]

"Holy shit!"

Luo Yihe sat bolt upright.

"This soul skill is awesome! System, hurry up and equip it on me."

[Ding! Would the Host like to equip the soul skill: Demon Mask? Once equipped, it cannot be removed.]

Luo Yihe did not care in the slightest. With such powerful percentage boosts, who needed anything else?

"Agreed. Equip the soul skill, Demon Mask."

[Ding! Equipped successfully.]

Luo Yihe eagerly tried to sense it.

His face immediately darkened, and he roared inwardly, "System, you bastard, this is supposed to be a fucking Demon Mask?"

[Just tell me whether the effects are what I described. Anything produced by this system is top quality. Even if the Desolate Heaven Emperor wore this Demon Mask, its effects would stack directly on top of his existing foundation.]

The system sounded a little smug.

"You bastard, my reputation as a Divine Lord is ruined!"

"Brother Luo, what's wrong with you? You weren't even this upset when my grandpa died. What happened?"

"I get sad whenever I think about how you'll never be able to marry a wife."

[Ding! Negative emotion from Xiao Chenghe +799.]

Late at night, Luo Yihe was sleeping fitfully when Xiao Chenghe suddenly tugged at him. "Big Brother, Big Brother, wake up! Big Brother!"

Luo Yihe groggily opened his eyes and cursed, "What the hell is wrong with you? It's the middle of the night. If there's something, tell me tomorrow. I'm exhausted."

After saying that, Luo Yihe wanted to turn over and go back to sleep.

But Xiao Chenghe pushed him again and whispered in a trembling voice, "Big Brother, Big Brother, something's happening."

"Hey, Xiao Chenghe... huh?"

Luo Yihe had been about to lose his temper when he realized that Xiao Chenghe had his back to him and was at least two beds away. He froze slightly.

"W-W-Wait."

Luo Yihe's anger instantly vanished. He stammered, "J-Just now... I think I felt someone push me."

"Mm-hmm!"

With his back still to Luo Yihe, Xiao Chenghe hurriedly nodded from afar.

Luo Yihe swallowed and glanced behind him, then abruptly turned his head back.

"B-B-Brother Luo, how was it?"

"I... I don't know if my eyes were playing tricks on me, but I think I saw someone behind me."

Xiao Chenghe swallowed.

Luo Yihe shakily crawled out of bed, but the instant his feet touched the floor, his legs gave out and he fell to his knees.

Luo Yihe struggled to get back up, only to collapse onto the ground again. His mouth hung wide open, but not a sound came out.

Gulp!

Xiao Chenghe whispered so softly it was almost inaudible, "B-Brother Luo, I'll count to three... then we run outside at the same time, okay?"

"O-Okay..."

Luo Yihe managed to force out the word.

"One, two..."

Before Xiao Chenghe could even count to three, he bolted.

Luo Yihe instinctively looked back and found himself face-to-face with the shadows of several hands, along with a floating piece of white gauze. The white gauze wore a red bridal dress, with a red veil covering its head. White body, red dress—the garments fluttered without wind.

Luo Yihe's legs instantly went limp from fright, and he slumped to the floor. His mouth was wide open, but all that came out was a sharp gasp.

Xiao Chenghe struggled to run outside. He did not dare look back, nor did he watch where he was going. He crashed straight into a wall, and the wall of Xiao Wu's neighboring room collapsed with a bang, jolting Xiao Wu awake.

Yet Xiao Chenghe did not stop. He kept running forward.

With another bang, a blond man and a pair of scantily clad twins were resting in the next room. The sudden sound of the collapsing wall scared the life out of them.

Xiao Chenghe finally saw light and screamed at the top of his lungs, "Ghost! There really is a ghost! Run!"

After shouting that, he charged forward again. With a bang, he directly smashed through another wall.

When the owners of the two walls looked at one another—

"Z-Zhuqing?"

The girl living behind the wall was also slightly stunned. When she saw Dai Mubai and the twins in disheveled clothes, her already frosty face turned even colder.

"Trash!"

After throwing out those words, she chased after Xiao Chenghe, who had smashed through the wall. Someone had inexplicably barged into her residence, and it infuriated her. Fortunately, she had not been bathing or anything, or Zhu Zhuqing would have fought Xiao Chenghe to the death.

Before long, Xiao Wu helped Luo Yihe out, while Xiao Chenghe was stopped by the awakened Tang San and Zhu Zhuqing working together.

"Xiao Yi, are you all right? Don't scare me."

As she spoke, tears nearly welled up in Xiao Wu's beautiful eyes.

Luo Yihe shook his head and took a long while to recover before softly saying, "I'm fine. That brat Xiao Chenghe just got me worked up."

Then he snapped, "Xiao Chenghe, why the hell were you running? Release your martial soul and fight! It was only a ghost. Doesn't your big bear come with lightning? Electrocute the damn thing! Why did you run?"

With a mournful face, Xiao Chenghe explained, "Brother Luo, you can't blame me either. Ever since we were little, you loved telling the village kids ghost stories. You made ghosts sound so terrifying and mysterious that when I saw that red veil, I was scared unconscious. By the time I woke up, that ghost was already strangling you."

"I completely forgot I even had a martial soul. My first instinct was just to run."

Luo Yihe was speechless. Just as he was about to curse him out some more, he saw the golden-haired Dai Mubai storming over furiously.

Without another word, he swung his hand toward Xiao Chenghe's face. Luo Yihe's eyes narrowed, and three colorful soul rings instantly appeared. He flashed to Xiao Chenghe's side, who was still in a state of shock, grabbed Xiao Chenghe's hand, and pulled him toward himself.

Dai Mubai's slap missed. He glared angrily at Luo Yihe. "This is none of your business. Get the hell out of the way, or don't blame me for getting rough."

Tang San and Zhu Zhuqing both stared at Luo Yihe in shock.

What age were those soul rings? They had not merely never seen them before—Tang San and Zhu Zhuqing had never even heard of them. Luo Yihe had also been in Dai Mubai's blind spot when he released his soul rings, so Dai Mubai had not seen them.

Tang San's curiosity was stronger than anyone's. He desperately wanted to ask about the colors of those soul rings right now. His teacher had always bragged about being the greatest theory master on the continent, yet even his teacher had never mentioned the special soul rings Luo Yihe had released. How could Tang San not be puzzled?

What was more, the soul rings Luo Yihe had released were not only prettier than his own, but also far larger than any other soul rings he had seen. Anyone could tell that Luo Yihe's soul rings were anything but ordinary. Tang San was dying of curiosity and badly wanted to ask about them immediately.

But judging by the situation, a fight was clearly about to break out. Although Tang San longed for family and friendship, Luo Yihe had never been his target. He would not help someone who had been targeting him all day for no reason.