Lottery

With a thought from Luo Yihe, his personal information vanished, replaced by a highly futuristic circular roulette wheel. The upper-left corner displayed his Negative Emotion Points—more than eighty thousand in total. The lottery wheel read 2,000 per draw at the top and 18,000 for ten draws at the bottom.

Luo Yihe skillfully went straight for ten draws.

{Ding, lottery started. Congratulations, Host, you have received a pizza.}

{Ding, congratulations, Host, you have received a family bucket.}

"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 to gain ten times cultivation speed for twenty-four hours!}

"Uh? Holy shit! One hundred and eight dishes? Wouldn't that kill someone? System, is this meant for one person, or can multiple people eat it together?"

{Host, it cannot be shared. One person must finish it all.}

"Fuck, wouldn't that kill someone?"

{Ding, you have received one serving of hot and sour rice noodles.}

{Ding, you have received the Soul Skill: Demon's Mask. It can grant Demon Masks to multiple designated people. Effect: Those wearing a Demon Mask 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 upright at once.

"This Soul Skill is insane! System, hurry up and equip it for me."

{Ding, does the Host wish 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 instantly darkened, and he roared inwardly, "System, you bastard, this is the fucking Demon Mask?"

{Just tell me whether the effects match my description. Anything produced by this system is guaranteed quality. Even if the Desolate Heaven Emperor wore this Demon Mask, its effects could directly stack on top of his original abilities.}

What a little tsundere.

"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 grandfather died. What happened?"

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

{Ding, Negative Emotion Points from Xiao Chenghe +799}

Late at night, Luo Yihe was sleeping groggily 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? Why aren't you sleeping in the middle of the night? Whatever it is can wait until tomorrow. I'm exhausted."

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

But Xiao Chenghe pushed him again, his voice trembling as he whispered, "Big Brother, Big Brother, something's happening."

"Hey, Xiao Chenghe, what the... uh?"

Luo Yihe had been about to lose his temper when he realized 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. Stammering, he said, "J-Just now, I think I felt someone push me."

"Y-Yeah!"

With his back still turned to Luo Yihe, Xiao Chenghe hurriedly nodded from a distance.

Luo Yihe swallowed and looked behind him. He immediately snapped his head back around.

"Th-Th-The... Brother Luo, how is 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 hard.

Luo Yihe shakily climbed out of bed, but the moment his feet touched the floor, his legs gave out and he dropped straight to his knees.

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

Gulp!

Xiao Chenghe whispered so quietly it was barely audible, "B-Brother Luo, I'll count to three... then we run outside together, okay?"

"O-Okay..."

Luo Yihe managed to force out the word.

"One, two..."

Xiao Chenghe did not even count to three before bolting.

Luo Yihe instinctively looked back and came 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 bridal veil covering its head. White body, red dress, both fluttering despite the absence of wind.

Luo Yihe's legs instantly went limp in terror. He slumped to the floor, his mouth wide open, but all he could make was the sound of a sharp intake of breath.

Xiao Chenghe desperately ran toward the exit. He did not dare look back, nor did he look at the road ahead. He crashed directly into the wall, and the wall to Xiao Wu's room next door collapsed with a boom, jolting Xiao Wu awake from her sleep.

Yet Xiao Chenghe's footsteps did not stop as he continued running forward.

With another boom, a blond man and a pair of scantily dressed twins resting in the neighboring room were instantly frightened out of the mood by the sudden crash through the wall.

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

After shouting, he charged straight ahead again. With a boom, another wall was smashed down by Xiao Chenghe.

When the owners of the two rooms locked eyes...

"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 icy little face turned even colder.

"Trash!"

After throwing out that single word, she chased after Xiao Chenghe, who had smashed through the wall. Someone had inexplicably barged into her residence, leaving her thoroughly enraged. Fortunately, she had not been bathing or anything, or Zhu Zhuqing would have fought Xiao Chenghe to the death.

Soon, Xiao Wu helped Luo Yihe out, while Tang San and Zhu Zhuqing, who had awakened, worked together to stop Xiao Chenghe.

"Xiao Yi, are you okay? Don't scare me like this."

As she spoke, tears nearly fell from Xiao Wu's beautiful eyes.

Luo Yihe shook his head. After taking a long while to recover, he softly said, "I'm fine. That brat Xiao Chenghe just got me worked up."

Then he angrily said, "Xiao Chenghe, why the hell did you run? Activate your Martial Soul and fight! It was just 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, making ghosts sound so mysterious and terrifying. The moment I saw that red bridal veil, I was scared senseless. When 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. He was about to curse him out a few more times when he heard the golden-haired Dai Mubai storming over.

Without another word, Dai Mubai swung a slap at Xiao Chenghe's face. Luo Yihe's eyes narrowed as three multicolored Soul Rings instantly appeared. He flashed to Xiao Chenghe's side while he was still terrified, grabbed Xiao Chenghe's hand, and pulled him toward himself.

Dai Mubai's slap missed. He glared furiously at Luo Yihe. "This has nothing to do with you. Get the hell out of my 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? Forget seeing them—even Tang San and Zhu Zhuqing had never heard of them. Luo Yihe had also been in Dai Mubai's blind spot just now, so Dai Mubai had not seen him release his Soul Rings.

Tang San's curiosity outweighed everyone else's. He desperately wanted to ask about the colors of those Soul Rings right away. His teacher had bragged that he was the greatest theory master on the entire continent, yet Tang San had never even heard his teacher mention the special Soul Rings Luo Yihe had released. How could he not be puzzled?

Moreover, 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 wanted to ask immediately.

But judging from 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 targeted him all day for no reason.