Mistaking a horror game for a romance novel, he unexpectedly became a legend.

Wang Haiming stood directly against the wall, wanting to turn around and bare his teeth to scare Song Yi, but Song Yi slapped his hands away and slapped him back.

This slap stunned not only Wang Haiming, but also other game players who had participated in 1386, especially those who had been tormented by the vengeful ghost that Wang Haiming had transformed into.

"Coward, who did you call a coward before?"

"You think you can scare me with your looks? Even if you turned into a ghost, you'd still be a coward. And you're wearing all black nail polish, who are you trying to scratch?"

"You hit my wife, huh? You've spoiled her rotten. You come to my house and hit my wife. If I don't beat you until your own mother doesn't recognize you, I'm not Song Yi."

Wang Haiming was in a corner when he was slapped back as soon as he looked up. Even as a ghost, the nearly two hours of slapping still made him react instinctively. He was already traumatized by the sound of clapping.

The live chat was filled with comments like, "Holy crap, is this even possible?"

"This guy is so damn handsome."

"That guy is so fierce, is he really a newbie?"

"Is this even possible? Can players really fight against vengeful ghosts?"

Song Yi: "How will we know if we can fight if we don't fight?"

Five minutes passed, and Song Yi's clap-hand broke. Seeing this, Wang Haiming grinned sinisterly, his black fingernails reaching for Song Yi as if to rip out his heart. But Song Yi pulled out another one from his black bag, this time a pink one.

With a "smack," Wang Haiming was slapped back into the corner.

Ten minutes passed, and the clap-clap game broke again. Song Yi pulled out another one, and Wang Haiming's ghost form was unilaterally engulfed in blood. The live stream had been dominating the top spot on the hot list for four hours, and it had even made it onto the VIP list.

"My God, where did this fierce young man come from?"

"Is this NPC fake?"

"The power of the vengeful ghost that an NPC transforms into is determined by the amount of resentment they harbored in their previous life. Based on Wang Haiming's level of resentment, he is only a C-level vengeful ghost, which is not actually that powerful."

"Not that powerful? Then why were all those other players crying?"

In an instant, the number of donations in the No. 7 live stream room soared to the top of the VIP list. The system quietly pinned the data bar of this young man, who was new to the game and incredibly good at making money, to the top, making other players envious.

Other players: "What's there to envy? Can you exchange points or save your life?"

The other four players had not heard any news of Song Yi's death after 10 minutes.

Twenty minutes passed, and still nothing was heard.

Thirty minutes passed, and still nothing was heard.

The moon in the sky had turned from red to white, and the other players breathed a sigh of relief.

Wang Donglai, a veteran player, found it somewhat unbelievable: The first night was over already?

This went too smoothly.

But how did Song Yi manage to do that?!

In half an hour, Song Yi broke five clapping hands, until the vengeful ghost Wang Haiming was beaten back to his original form. Song Yi rubbed his sore wrists, thinking that beating people was also a physically demanding job.

"I'm curious how many slap hands this young man has."

As if seeing a live comment, Song Yi said, "Clap your hands, buy three get two free, thank you for the shop owner's sponsorship."

At two o'clock in the morning, Song Yi returned to his new home. Zhou Yuyan was exhausted and her eyes were red. So much had happened in just one day. Now she was suddenly in a new environment, living in such a nice house. She felt a little uncomfortable, as if she didn't belong here.

Song Yi took out a bouquet of flowers and handed it directly to Zhou Yuyan, saying, "If you're going home late, don't go back empty-handed."

Looking at the bright red roses blooming before her, so vibrant and passionate, Zhou Yuyan realized that this was the first time in her life, including the thousand-plus lifetimes before, that someone had given her flowers.

"Thank you."

Song Yi said with a grin, "You like it, right? It smells really good."

Zhou Yuyan brought the flower to her nose and smelled it. It was the first time she had ever seen such a beautiful flower, and it was indeed very fragrant.

"It's too late, get some rest. If I come back late in the future, don't wait for me."

"Song Yi." Zhou Yuyan suddenly called out to Song Yi.

Song Yi turned to look at Zhou Yuyan, who seemed hesitant to speak, and asked, "Is there anything else?"

Zhou Yuyan thought for a moment, then shook her head. "It's nothing, I'm just very grateful to you."

"Ding! You have received a surprise box from Zhou Yuyan."

Song Yi returned to his room and opened the surprise box. Inside was a red bow with the description: "A red bow. Function: Self-developed."

"Hahaha, why is Song Yi's surprise box always different from everyone else's? This bow looks useless."

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"Yeah, we have to develop the functionality ourselves. Are you suggesting we use this bow to kill someone?"

"As expected, Song Yi's surprise boxes are always a pleasant surprise."

The next day, after Wang Haiming recovered from his ghostly state, the memory was automatically erased. He only remembered being slapped by Song Yi and then being thrown into the rented room. The rope had been loosened, and Wang Haiming immediately broke down the door and escaped.

"Isn't he afraid of Wang Haiming retaliating against him?"

The comments kept spamming "Wang Haiming escaped," as if the audience thought Song Yi could see the comments, but Song Yi couldn't.

However, Song Yi was not worried about Wang Haiming's retaliation. That bastard was a coward who cared too much about his image. If he called the police, the police investigation would likely uncover many problems, and he wouldn't call the police in order to protect his image.

As for Song Yi, he was even less afraid that Song Yi would find other methods.

Although Wang Haiming will not call the police, he will retaliate against Song Yi.

When Wang Haiming returned home, he saw his current wife, Zhao Yuanyuan, who was also a player. He immediately found someone to vent his anger on. The innocent Zhao Yuanyuan was implicated and received a severe beating without daring to fight back.

The next day, Song Yi took Xiao Bao, who had just woken up, to the hospital to prepare for admission. Zhou Yuyan accompanied her at the hospital. While Song Yi was out buying food, she was taken away by a black car.

Zhou Qi witnessed the whole thing from upstairs and was considering whether to call the police. After hesitating for a long time, he finally decided to give up, fearing that if Wang Haiming found out about his actions, it would increase his chances of being hunted down, which would be a loss.

In a small warehouse in the suburbs, a small place where gangs gathered, Wang Haiming spent 100,000 yuan to hire them to kidnap Song Yi.

Song Yi cooperated fully without resistance the whole way, and even took a short nap in the car.

"Oh no, the young man has run into trouble again."

"Yeah, chasing after guys is so tiring, you're always on edge."