Then all my cultivation as an immortal has been for nothing?

Chapter 23 Where did I come from? Is it still in China?

Wang Yi finally managed to get Wang Chengyan drunk, sent him back to his room, and retrieved the problematic laptop.

With Elsa watching him, Wang Yi could only open the website and start searching for movies—because of recent events, he decided to rewatch "Give Me Back My Dog's Life".

Elsa: "You're watching this movie in front of me, a wolf-beastman? Are you trying to take advantage of me?"

Wolves are canines, so it doesn't seem appropriate to watch this movie in front of Elsa.

So Wang Yi changed it to "Tom and Jerry".

"Hey!" The big white cat squatted down next to the borrowed laptop. "You rascal!"

Wang Yi finally mustered his courage, clicked the penguin icon in the taskbar, and the instant messaging software interface that he had already logged into popped up.

Then Wang Yi was completely baffled.

His new senses could detect the presence of demonic cultivators on the computer, but they couldn't tell him who sent the message.

It's like pointing a thermal imaging device at a computer and trying to tell which piece of information is "hotter"—it's simply impossible!
In addition, the number of people contacting Wang Chengyan was far greater than expected, and most of the messages were relegated to the "unimportant" group.

Wang Yi opened the group and briefly checked the information in it. He saw a total of 7 "Are you there?" messages, 4 requests to have tea, and 20 posts showing off cats.

Wang Chengyan also carefully noted down everyone's real name and their relationship to him, such as "high school classmate", "high school Youth League colleague", "high school radio station senior", etc.

Elsa watched with great interest, saying, "A beautiful lady is sought after by gentlemen... but some of them are not gentlemen."

Just as Wang Yi was about to check the others, Elsa suddenly urged, "Quickly check if there's anything you're paying special attention to, click that heart icon!"

"it's not good?"

"Look at you, so full of yourself! Just wait and see what I'll do!"

Then the mouse on the screen started moving on its own; Elsa must have used telekinesis to operate the touchpad.

The special attention group was opened, and there were only two people in it, with the notes "Father Emperor" and "Empress Dowager" respectively.

Wang Yi: "Why is my father called Emperor and my mother called Empress Dowager? Isn't that a difference in generation?"

"That's all you noticed?" Elsa slapped the table with her cat paw. "Shouldn't you have noticed that she's a kind, innocent, and lovely girl? Let me tell you, girls as pretty as her usually have 'meal ticket' or 'dog' in their QQ groups!"

Wang Yi: "That's prejudice... right?"

The big white cat shook its head: "You're too inexperienced. That's what a pure virgin is like."

Wang Yi was about to retort when he suddenly remembered that he had opened Wang Chengyan's QQ account not to pry into her privacy, but to find the video sent by the demonic cultivator!

Fortunately, when we were drinking on the rooftop earlier, Wang Chengyan mentioned the real name of the person who posted the video, which seemed to be Liu Chun.

Given her habit of including all her real names in notes, you should be able to find her by searching her name directly.

Wang Yi's current plan is simple: he will watch the problematic video himself, and if he is affected, the Judgment Division will most likely find out—most likely.

If they can't find it, Wang Yi will tell Elsa that he's not feeling well, and then make up some lies such as "Ah, I saw Yggdrasil" or "Everyone will die, including myself," so that the company will definitely conduct a thorough inspection for insurance purposes.

It makes no sense that this can't be detected.

If it really can't be detected, then one of the demonic cultivators and the company must be just putting on a show, a fake. Wang Yi can choose the weaker one to manipulate. As for how to manipulate it, he'll figure that out later.

If it's detected, then it's very simple. The field operations department will deal with the demonic cultivators, and Wang Yi can earn points by reporting them.

Indeed, after much deliberation, Wang Yi decided to hand the demonic cultivator over to the company to deal with. After all, he hadn't mastered his skills, didn't know a single spell, couldn't shoot accurately, and his gun wasn't even loaded with bullets—the company strictly enforced the separation of guns and ammunition for newcomers.

He typed "Liu Chun" into the search box, and sure enough, the only person with the nickname "Liu Chun" appeared.

The relationship was described as "best friend".

Elsa: "Wow, after searching for so long, she only seems to have a really good chat with this guy named Liu Chun!"

Wang Yi: "What is that?"

"Huh? You don't have a single person who's passionate about conversation?"

Wang Yi took out his phone, opened QQ, and scrolled through it: "It's not here now. I didn't even notice it. How do I get it?"

"Sigh." Elsa patted Wang Yi on the shoulder and changed the subject, "Liu Chun sent a lot of videos to Ayan, see what the latest one is."

Wang Yi thought to himself, "We've finally reached this point. Whether I can make a killing with points depends on this."

He turned on the video.

The thin black line on the laptop screen suddenly thickened and began to change with the rhythm of the music.

Damn, there's definitely something wrong with this music.

However, after listening for a while, Wang Yi seemed unaffected.

Strange things.

He recalled the knowledge he had gained today: that he had a high affinity for the soil and relatively strong resistance?

But Elsa—

Wang Yi looked at the big white cat, who didn't seem to be affected.

Is this curse—or something else—so weak that it can only affect ordinary people? Then what would it do to Sister Wang?

Just then, Wang Yi suddenly noticed a notepad-like icon on the desktop and realized it was a TXT file.

Someone as professional as Sister Wang would either use Word or WPS, so the appearance of this TXT file is quite abrupt.

With a skeptical mind, Wang Yi opened the TXT file and discovered that it was Wang Chengyan's diary.

Who keeps a diary? Especially not just creating a TXT file on the desktop and starting to write without any beginning or end.

The contents of the key diary are mostly related to Wang Yi.

Elsa noticed something was wrong at this point: "This diary is so strange, it doesn't have a beginning or an end. And why is it written like this? Old Mrs. Hao—Manager Hao writes her diary using her phone's notepad, it's convenient and quick, she can just use voice input."

How do you know that Manager Hao uses a mobile phone notepad to keep a diary?

Elsa: "Something's not right. Although I'm not good at reasoning and I don't know anything about computers, what did you major in?"

“Computer.” Wang Yi said, immediately pulling up the system log and starting to look for signs of intrusion. “I need some professional software. Sister Wang’s computer only has generic antivirus software on it—” Just then, a QQ notification sounded.

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Mr. Qian's phone alarm went off.

The program he wrote has already sent the "package" to Wang Chengyan.

Wang Chengyan only needed to open his QQ messages, without even needing to see what was sent, to instantly fall victim to the attack—that was exactly the kind of domineering message that Ms. Mo had sent.

As for what Wang Chengyan will become after being affected, that's beyond the comprehension of a demonic cultivator like Boss Qian—it can't possibly be that he'll become more beautiful, right?
This matter has nothing to do with Mr. Qian anymore. He has already boarded the high-speed train and is traveling at 275 kilometers per hour away from Yangcheng.

He didn't know if the mechanisms he had left behind were functioning properly, nor did he intend to check; his only thought now was to escape.

Thanks to high-speed rail, it's easy to create distance with just a forged ID card.

Mr. Qian's safe house is located more than 2000 kilometers away from Yangcheng, where he can change his face, fingerprints, and identity to start his undercover career anew.

Purchasing so much equipment again is a bit troublesome, but fortunately, we can use the unique secret method of cultivators to find a sucker to pay for it.

Suddenly, Mr. Qian tensed up, for he had detected an undisguised wide-area detection spell. Only a so-called righteous cultivator could use spells so brazenly in the human dimension!

Mr. Qian suppressed the urge to use magic to protect himself, as experience told him that the best course of action in such situations was to pretend that he hadn't detected the detection spell.

This kind of wide-area spell definitely can't detect a weak demonic cultivator like me. My natal magic weapon is just a Ten Soul Banner—no, it's become a Hundred Soul Banner!

This momentary emotional fluctuation caused Mr. Qian to lose his composure, perhaps within a few microseconds.

He felt the detection spell's eye turn toward him.

It’s over!

The next moment, the glowing phenomenon caused by the teleportation spell appeared directly inside the speeding high-speed train carriage—

Mr. Qian took out his Hundred Soul Banner, preparing to surrender with dignity.

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Wang Yi's side.

"Watch out!" Elsa shouted, slicing the laptop screen into several pieces with a single claw.

Almost simultaneously, a mysterious glow appeared in Wang Yi's room, and the next moment, the field monks from the Judgment Division appeared in the narrow attic of the rented house.

The spellcaster in the squad immediately cast a spell upon landing: "Judgment and Demon-Sealing Seal!"

As the spell was cast, Wang Yi collapsed forward onto the laptop keyboard.

"Wang Yi!" Elsa grabbed his shoulder. "What's wrong?"

The commander of the Judgment Division, who had been teleported in, shouted, "Healer!"

“Vital signs are normal! It seems the interruption was timely enough.” The therapist suddenly frowned. “Wait a minute, his soul has left his body and is sliding into the abyss of the collective unconscious!”

The soul slips into the abyss of the collective unconscious, commonly known as "dreaming".

The captain looked at the magic expert who had cast the sealing spell: "Is this a spell that creates dreams?"

"No, this spell is—a spell to make someone more beautiful. It must be because of a violent impact that his soul left his body—wait, his soul is about to disintegrate!"

Almost simultaneously, Elsa's phone lit up on its own, displaying large red text: Emergency response approved!

Elsa instantly transformed into human form, drew her sidearm, aimed it at Wang Yi's head, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Blood and brain matter splattered onto the shattered computer screen.

Elsa caught the spent cartridge case ejected from the pistol with her left hand.

After confirming that Wang Yi was completely dead, Elsa sighed, "If the Resurrection Division were to revive him in this situation, there might be aftereffects, but it's better than turning him into a beetle."

The captain of the Judgment Division frowned: "What the hell?"

Elsa: "The Metamorphosis, haven't you seen it?"

"I've only seen the 'Haha, it smells so good' episode," the team leader replied, clearly referring to the TV show "Transformation".

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Wang Yi opened his eyes and looked at the ancient street in front of him, which resembled a set from Hengdian World Studios.

What the heck? Where did I get here? This is supposed to be in China—ah, this must be in China, there aren't any ancient costume-themed scenic spots like this abroad.

Wang Yi recalled that QQ rang, and then Elsa removed the screen, and at the same time the whole room was filled with light—his memory ended there.

The demonic cultivator sent something, and Elsa and the Judgement Division reacted immediately, but what happened after that is unknown.

Could it be that the demonic cultivator teleported me to Hengdian World Studios?
Wang Yi touched himself and found that his clothes and sidearm were still there.

He drew his sidearm, thinking that even without bullets, he could muster his courage; perhaps the demonic cultivator was weak and would cower at the sight of a gun.

Wait a minute, why is the unloaded gun so heavy?
Wang Yi pulled the slide back and saw the bronze-yellow bullets in the magazine through the ejection port.

What?

Wait a minute, the gun and ammunition were definitely separated before I left the company!
Am I dreaming? Because in my dream, I wished for a fully loaded handgun, and that wish was granted?

He pinched himself hard; it hurt a lot.

He looked around blankly.

what happened?

Just then, someone appeared.

"This smell... could it be a newbie coming to the dream world for the first time? Or, to use a more scientific term, the collective unconscious space? Never mind, let me try it out..." The person—that thing—said with a ferocious expression, and then saw the gun in Wang Yi's hand.

“Oh,” the thing said, “I’m sorry.”

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