And then, the post was gone.
That was the end.
Oh, no, there was one more sentence - the rest of the post is visible.
Qin Ye furrowed his brows and continued scrolling down. No matter how bizarre a post was, there were bound to be people who would read it.
The number of comments below had already exceeded a few hundred.
“LZSB？
What right do you have to come?
Are you my son? "" Is there something wrong with the moderator?
How can such a post be pinned? "" There's a total of four sentences. Hahaha, this is the shortest pinned post I've ever seen. "" What's your cat got to do with me? "
"You're still worrying about your monthly salary of three thousand when others are earning millions. Follow QQ 438125732, and we'll guide you towards a different life."
"Cats are psychic." Arthis explained placidly, "This is a saying that's common in both the West and the West.
In the West, cats are the spokesperson of the god of death, and they can see the Western Emissaries of Hell.
In the East, cats have nine lives. Cats … especially black cats, can see many things that ordinary people can't. "
Qin Ye tapped his phone with his index finger. Instead, he opened up the Mount Tai City Food, Drink, and Play forum. It had nothing to do with spamming, yet the pinned post was still "Have you seen my cat?"
The comments below were exactly the same as those on the city forums. "Heavens, why are there posts like this everywhere?!
How much money did Mount Tai City take from LZ? "" Humans are no better than cats. If the cat is gone, someone will pin it to the top of the city, but if the person is gone, there's no one who can make a splash. "" LS, please tell us your story. "" Have you guys tried replying?
You can't even reply. "
None of the comments were of any substance.
He paused on the reply button for a few seconds, and then began to search for other forums.
Several minutes later, he finally confirmed a fact.
All of the forums related to Mount Tai City had pinned this post to the top!
"What are you looking at?" Arthis was somewhat puzzled.
"That's why I said that you're just an old auntie born in the '90s. There's a qualitative gap between you and me, a fresh and fresh born in the' 00s."
Qin Ye gently stroked the reply button, "Have you noticed that … there's no reply at all."
Arthis: "???"
Qin Ye continued, "The number of views is in the hundreds of thousands, yet there's not a single reply.
You don't understand the mindset of netizens. Posts like these would definitely be scrubbed, but … there's not a single reply at all. "
"… Actually, you could've just gotten to the point. There was no need to look down on me along the way, right?"
Qin Ye coughed dryly, "I'm sorry … I couldn't help myself. What I meant to say was that there might be a whole other world to this reply button."
After saying the last word, he wrote a "1" and clicked reply.
Just as he typed his reply, the screen of his phone turned bright red in the next second. A line of pitch-black words appeared on the screen, like a blood stain that had been frozen for several years.
"Warning: You are about to enter a dangerous zone. Once accepted, you will be responsible for your own safety.
Yes/No. "
Qin Ye clicked 'Yes'.
A reading circle appeared on the screen. Three seconds later, another prompt appeared: Please enter your serial number.
"For the sake of overall management, all cultivators have a serial number.
I'm 100% certain that this is a paranormal incident, and … I'm afraid it's going to be extremely troublesome. "Qin Ye licked his lips. His interest had also been piqued by the cat.
What kind of supernatural event could attract the attention of Principal Li Tao and Principal Xu Anguo?
Specially selected?
Furthermore … this supernatural incident was still unresolved in the heart of Mount Tai City, the capital of Insignia Province.
Even Soul Hunters and Anitya Hellguards couldn't do anything about it?
S9527. This time, it only took him a second to type in. Finally, a plain-looking page appeared on the screen. That said, there was a line of striking red words at the top of the page.
"You are currently browsing a special paranormal incident in Mount Tai City. It covers an extremely small area and has minimal impact. The hunting zone is extremely well hidden and highly lethal."
"The victims appear to have been bitten and died without a complete corpse. Of the seven Operative-class cultivators who have entered the hunting zone, not a single one has survived.
Four Hunter-class experts have returned empty-handed. The Special Investigations Department has determined that the ghosts involved are not stronger than Operative-class experts.
Therefore, the hunting zone is classified as a C-grade danger zone. "
He glanced at it and immediately saw the hidden content.
"Every night at midnight, I'll be waiting for you at table number four of Cafe Number Four."
There was only this one line, and there were only a dozen or so comments below it. That said, there was finally some substance to the discussion.
"Be careful. Fellow Daoists, you must be careful.
This hunting zone is extremely strange. I have a friend who was close to becoming a Hunter-class expert, and he never returned after entering the hunting zone. "
"My friend from LS, I've heard that even the Hunter-class Inspector Jiang had personally visited the hunting zone, and his back was covered with bite marks and claw marks. If not for the fact that Operative-class experts are unable to break through the defenses of a Hunter-class expert, I'm afraid he would have perished without a complete corpse.
It's precisely because of this that the hunting zone is classified as an Operative-class expert.
In fact, it might even be one of the most unique Operative-class experts. "
It only took him a few seconds to finish reading. Then, before he could even respond, Arthis commented, "Interesting."
"What's the matter?"
"Haven't you noticed?" Arthis chuckled softly, "The master of this hunting zone … has a physical body."
"The ghosts you've encountered in the past have never had a physical body. Even household immortals are nothing more than visual illusions. At the end of the day, Yin spirits are still spirits, and spirits are a representation of illusory reality.
But this hunting zone is different. The fact that it can even leave traces on a Hunter-class cultivator proves that it has a physical body. "
Qin Ye narrowed his eyes, "It has a physical body … and yet it can't be detected?
What's going on here? "
"There are several possibilities. These are all closely related to the public lecture you'll be giving at the start of the semester. Each of these possibilities is extremely rare, and even in the old Hell, they would be considered rare.
I can't make any conclusions just by looking at this.
Do you want to answer? "
"Of course." Qin Ye switched off his phone, "There's nothing that can stop the advance of a future cult god!"
"... Why do I get the feeling that you're only fearless because you know that Emissaries of Hell are invincible among their peers?
This isn't your usual persona at all … "
… … …
Meanwhile, a notification popped up on Zhou Xianlong's phone.
"Instructor S9527 has triggered a C-grade hunting zone mission. C-grade hunting zone, codenamed 'Lost Tracks', poses a certain threat to even Hunter-class experts. Yin energy readings have been rising continuously over the past three years. Do you want to proceed with protection?"
"So soon?" Zhou Xianlong raised his eyebrows quizzically. He hesitated for a moment, before finally tapping 'No'.
There's no need.
Although he hated S9527's undisciplined personality, he had to admit that he was one of the best instructors in the academy.
He set down his phone. This time, he didn't send a voice message. Instead, he sent a message to the First Academy of Cultivators' first batch of instructors.
He even specifically tagged the entire group.
"S9527 has officially accepted the 'Lost Tracks' mission.
Difficulty: C, awarded 5 teaching credits.
Current teaching credits: 10. Rank: 1. "
It was a simple message, but it immediately attracted the attention of over a hundred pairs of eyes.
"Bloody hell …" Lin Han gritted his teeth as he stared at his phone, "Does he have to be so fast?!"
"Rather than being jealous of others, why don't we take a closer look at what we've missed? Why haven't we discovered anything yet?"
Su Feng adjusted his glasses, "You're S9527 after all … Don't think that you're truly number one just because someone else has allowed you to win first place."
A young man was chatting with the security guard in an abandoned factory building when his phone suddenly rang. He picked it up and glanced at the screen, and then immediately furrowed his brows, "It's him again …"
"Should I say that it's no wonder he's the number one instructor who's taken down nine hunting zones in a row?"
A long-haired woman wearing sunglasses pulled down her glasses and stared at the screen for several seconds. Then, with a smile on her face, she placed her glasses back into her pocket.
Everyone knew full well that the selection process had already begun.
Even though Qin Ye was currently in the lead, the candidates who were selected to become instructors of the First Academy of Cultivators were all outstanding individuals.
The one who had the last laugh was the true winner.
"There's still a long way to go …"
Qin Ye saw it as well. However, his mood was completely different from before. He couldn't wait to spit a mouthful of blood right into Zhou Xianlong's face!
Are you so pissed that I'm doing so well?
And you even tagged me as a whole?
I'm sneaking into the city right now. I don't even need a gun, and yet you're giving me a royal salute instead?
You're a mighty Infernal Judge!
Can you not focus your attention on a mere Soul Hunter like me?
Can you stop worshipping me?!
Why are you staring at me like that?!
Qin Ye heaved a sigh of resentment, hailed a taxi and made a beeline for Coffee Shop No. 4.
As they drove, the scenery around them grew more and more desolate and familiar. Qin Ye was taken aback, "Sir, is Coffee Shop No. 4 … located at Insignia University?"
That's right. They were heading straight towards Insignia University.
"You don't know?"
Nine out of ten taxi drivers loved to chat. The taxi driver chuckled, "This place used to be called Tianxi Fourth Street. It was decades ago. It used to be a seafood market, and it's an old building that's decades old.
The surrounding area was filled with slums. Later on, Insignia University established its campus here, which boosted the economy a little.
That said, the old place hasn't been demolished. It's located right at the north gate of Insignia University. Didn't you smell a strong stench of fish when you walked past? "
Qin Ye shook his head. He hadn't really noticed.
"Last year, this place was demolished. But for some reason, it was halted for an entire year. Do you want a smoke?"
The taxi driver pulled out a pack of cigarettes. Qin Ye turned him down, lit a cigarette, and puffed out a ring of smoke, "Young lad … are you here to study at Mount Tai University?
A freshman? "
"How did you know?" Qin Ye asked casually. He was already amused by the driver's teasing.
The taxi driver drew a deep breath and responded, "Young lad, let me give you a piece of advice. Don't go there if you don't have anything to do. It's … not clean."
Almost as though he had recalled something, he bit down hard on his cigarette, "Everyone in Mount Tai City knows that sports cars will never go there after 6pm.
Every month or so, anyone who goes there disappears without a trace!
This incident has also been dubbed by Insignia University as one of the 'Three Inconceivable Incidents' - Insignia University's North Gate Fish Market '.
You've … arrived. "
The brief moment of familiarity ended as soon as they got out of the taxi.
Qin Ye paid the driver and got out of the taxi. Then, he carefully surveyed his surroundings.
This was an ancient neighbourhood.
He could vaguely make out how it must have looked decades ago. Electric poles were strewn all over the place, and they looked no different from tombstones in the day.
Wires hung down from the street like cables, forming a depressing arc.
Signs and advertisements were scattered all over the place.
Trash cans were piled high, and a pungent stench permeated the air.
Everything indicated that this street had passed its prime, and it was nearing the end of its life.
A dusty sign protruded from the corner of the street. The words' Coffee Shop Number Four 'were written on it in a crooked manner.