An hour later, Fang Xu's eyes were lifeless as he lay on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling as if he had lost his soul.

He had died dozens of times and been driven insane by the paranormal, but he had always managed to come back. Madness and hatred had pulled him back from the brink of hell.

From that point on, his purpose in life was to seek revenge on his wife, on the paranormal, on the whole world, and make them all suffer. This was his reason for living, just like his name, Fang Xu, meaning "never give up until death."

But now that the paranormal was gone, what was he supposed to do with all his pent-up hatred? And what was the point of living?

He spent the whole night staring at the ceiling like this, until the next day when Zhao Hao called him.

"Xu Ge! Look at the news!" He sounded extremely urgent.

But Fang Xu didn't react at all.

"Xu Ge, the Bai Liu Academy is on fire!"

At the mention of the Bai Liu Academy, Fang Xu's eyes lit up again, and he began to check the news on his phone.

The first news that caught his eye made him freeze.

It read: "Yesterday at 19:49, a major fire broke out at the sales office of the Bai Liu Academy in the development zone of Green Vine City. The fire covered an area of about 1,000 square meters. The fire was extinguished at 22:00 after the fire department was notified.

According to statistics, the accident resulted in 11 deaths.

The list of fatalities is as follows."

A fire at the Bai Liu Academy at 7:49 yesterday? That couldn't be right. Fang Xu remembered clearly that they had been running in the Paranormal Domain at that time, and he had been checking his phone for the time frequently.

Furthermore, when they had left the Bai Liu Academy yesterday, it was around nine o'clock, and they hadn't seen any signs of a fire.

He quickly looked at the list of fatalities and was shocked to see his own name there. He even recognized a string of familiar names: Zhao Hao, Wang Ziteng, Wu Dahai...

On the phone, Zhao Hao's panicked voice sounded again. "Xu Ge, did you see it? Our names are on the list of fatalities. Are we already dead?"

Fang Xiu remained silent, but the excitement in his eyes visibly returned at an alarming speed.

"Xiu Ge, Xiu Ge, are you listening?"

"Hehehehe."

Fang Xiu suddenly burst into a suppressed, excited laughter.

"Hahaha, it's wonderful, really wonderful. I knew they didn't disappear, they were just playing hide and seek with me."

"Xiu Ge? What are you talking about? Don't scare me!"

Bang!

Fang Xiu hung up the phone. Seeing the news of his own death, he was too excited. This meant that the strange events had not ended, and the strangeness had not disappeared. What could be more worth celebrating than this?

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Just then, Ding!

The WeChat notification sounded.

It was the work group from the sales office.

Manager Wu Dahai messaged Fang Xiu.

"Fang Xiu, why aren't you coming to work?"

"Why aren't you coming to work?"

"Why aren't you coming to work?"

A series of messages bombarded him.

Seeing this strange scene, Fang Xiu laughed.

The deceased Wu Dahai was asking him to go to work?

Hahaha, interesting, really interesting.

After living for so long, this was the first time Fang Xiu was so eager to go to work. However, he didn't reply in the group chat, because he wanted to see what kind of excitement Wu Dahai could still bring him.

As Fang Xiu didn't reply for a long time, the sound of his phone notifications became more and more frequent.

Finally, a line of bloody characters appeared.

"Do you think I don't know where you are just because you're not speaking?"

Blood-red letters filled the screen, eerie and gruesome.

Then, the bloody letters began to slowly change, gathering together as if forming a new stain of blood on the phone screen, with crimson blood droplets.

Gurgling sounds could be heard as the blood began to boil like water, and gradually, an eyeball rose from the blood, accompanied by numerous blood vessels, as if it were emerging from the phone screen.

That eerie eye stared fixedly at Fang Xiu.

"Fang Xiu, I see you!"

Wu Dahai's sinister voice came from the eyeball.

The scene was incredibly eerie, enough to drive a normal person crazy.

But Fang Xiu was different. He thought for a moment and calmly asked, "When will my commission be paid?"

The eyeball seemed to pause for a moment, clearly not expecting Fang Xiu's reaction.

"As long as you come to work, it will be paid," the eyeball replied.

"Okay."

After speaking, Fang Xiu suddenly reached out and grabbed the eyeball with the attached blood vessels, as if he were pulling out a weed. He pulled it forcefully from the phone screen.

"Sorry, I only have one phone. Please don't use it without my permission."

The eyeball let out a cry of pain, then vanished into thin air like foam.

Fang Xiu opened his hands, which were now empty. There was no eyeball or bloodstains.

"An illusion?"

"Things are getting more interesting. Let's go to work."

So Fang Xiu set off again, this time to Bai Liu Academy.

When he arrived, he was surprised to find that the entire sales office of Bai Liu Academy had been burned to a crisp, obviously having suffered from a severe fire. Police tape had been put up around the area.

He walked straight past the police tape and into the sales office, and the scene magically changed the moment he entered.

In a flash, he seemed to have returned to the old sales office, with everything glistening and glittering, smooth marble floors, and huge crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling.

Even Li Feifei, who had long since passed away, was there, chatting with colleagues in a professional outfit and a black suit.

They even greeted Fang Xu and made some remarks when they saw him.

Li Feifei joked with a smile, "Oh, little Fang is here, and he's here early today."

Fang Xu walked up to her and pinched her, feeling warm, plump, and elastic.

"Is that so?"

Li Feifei screamed and slapped Fang Xu's hand away, then began to curse at him.

Fang Xu ignored her and walked straight to the second floor.

Just as he reached the second floor, Zhao Hao came running in a hurry.

"Brother Xu, were you also forced to come to work?"

"No, I like working. Where's Wu Dahai?"

Zhao Hao hesitated for a moment, then reacted, "He's in the office."

Fang Xu nodded and went to find Wu Dahai. Along the way, he passed through the office area, where his deceased colleagues were still sitting at their desks, working or slacking off as usual.

Just as he was about to enter Wu Dahai's office, Wu Dahai walked out first.

As soon as he saw Fang Xu, he began to curse loudly, "Fang Xu! Why did you only come to work now? I messaged you in the group, why didn't you reply? Do you know when my commission will be paid?"

Fang Xu's calm voice interrupted Wu Dahai's endless chatter, "Commission? Do you still have the face to ask for a commission with your work attitude? You're still so disgusting even if you're dead."

"What did you say? Who's dead? Can you speak properly? I'm alive and well, you-"

Wu Dahai's anger surged, pointing his finger at Fang Xu's nose, his mouth like a machine gun, and his loud voice attracted the attention of all the colleagues in the office area.

Whoosh!

A flash of silver light.

The whole world fell silent.

In the shocked gaze of everyone, a shiny silver surgical knife was seen sticking straight into Wu Dahai's thick neck.

And at the handle of the surgical knife, a large hand was firmly grasping it, it was Fang Xu.

Fang Xu's calm gaze met Wu Dahai's angry and wide-open eyes, and he said lightly, "Isn't it the time for you to die now?"