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

Upon arriving at the warehouse, the black bag over Song Yi's head was removed, and two burly men lifted Song Yi up and tied him to a rope.

Looking at the several tall, muscular men covered in tattoos in front of him, Song Yi smiled calmly. These were the kinds of people he enjoyed dealing with the most.

Don't let their intimidating appearance fool you; they're cunning and utterly shrewd, and they're the easiest to bribe with money.

"Do you know who you've offended?" the tough-looking man in the vest asked first.

Song Yi sighed and said directly, "That's not important. What's important is that I have money."

Wang Haiming was at home staring at his phone. He had those people record videos of slapping Song Yi for him, and he couldn't wait to see Song Yi begging for mercy after being beaten.

Almost two hours passed without any news. Just as he was about to send a message to urge them, he received a message saying that he would only get a video call if he paid 100,000 yuan. Wang Haiming knew that this group always acted this way, but in order to deal with Song Yi, he endured it and paid the money.

Brother Vest wanted cash, so Wang Haiming carried 100,000 yuan to the warehouse. He also wanted to personally experience what it felt like to be able to beat Song Yi, but as soon as he arrived at the warehouse, he felt something was wrong.

Song Yi, who should have been beaten badly, was actually sitting in the middle of the crowd drinking tea.

Wang Haiming turned to run, but he was too late and was held down by one of the big men.

"What, you think you can leave without even having a cup of tea?" Song Yi said while sipping his tea.

"What do you mean?" Wang Haiming asked the man in the vest. "You took my money, how can you do this?"

Ignoring Wang Haiming, Brother Vest respectfully refilled Song Yi's teacup.

You give someone 100,000, and they immediately give you 1 million. Who's the boss then? Of course, the one with money is the boss.

"Wang Fei, let me tell you, murder is illegal."

Song Yi looked up at the man with a ferocious face in surprise: "So you know that murder is illegal too."

Song Yi stood up and slowly walked to Wang Haiming: "Don't worry, I'm a law-abiding citizen. How could I do something that knowingly breaks the law?"

"However, I received the surprise you gave me today, and it would be very impolite not to return the favor."

"What do you want to do?" Wang Haiming had a bad feeling; his left cheek was still hurting.

Song Yi calmly shook his head. "Don't worry, I won't hit you this time."

Seven or eight tall, burly men walked out from behind Song Yi, each of them staring at Wang Haiming with a lewd look.

"This is a gift for you. Do you like it? Enjoy it."

"Wang Fei, I'm going to kill you." Wang Haiming struggled desperately, feeling that he was about to die.

Song Yi walked towards the door, thoughtfully reminding her before leaving, "Oh, right, remember to take them back to their house later."

Ding ding ding, the system's pleasant notification sound. Wang Haiming's surprise boxes were swiped 99 times in a row, as if they were free. Song Yi strolled leisurely on his way home.

"Isn't this a bit too brutal!" Song Yi muttered to himself.

The chat was filled with comments like, "Haha, this is more than just brutal, the live stream is about to be censored. This guy's move will give Wang Haiming a psychological scar for the rest of his life."

"This guy is too ruthless. But look, everyone, Wang Haiming's ferocity value has increased and has evolved into B-level. This guy really offended it too much."

"Yes, the greater the resentment in life, the higher the level of the vengeful ghost after death. For a B-level vengeful ghost, clapping your hands probably won't work, little brother."

The live stream has dominated the top spot on the trending list for fourteen consecutive hours, and now four million people are watching to see if Song Yi can survive the second night.

Zhou Qi had witnessed Song Yi being arrested but hadn't called the police, and he'd been thinking about it all afternoon. He kept an eye on the system's messages until he saw Song Yi's 99 surprise boxes. Zhou Qi was so shocked that he didn't know what to say.

To be able to anger an NPC to this extent, even to the point of evolving from a C-level to a B-level, is an ability that no one can match.

Song Yi, who was being thought of by the players, packed several dishes and went to the hospital.

Xiao Bao sat obediently on the hospital bed waiting for the doctor's examination. Zhou Qi eagerly bought a lot of toys to please the child.

Xiao Bao stared blankly at Zhou Qi, who was being overly enthusiastic towards him, with his dark eyes, unmoved.

The other three players felt similarly to Zhou Qi; the plot was making no progress, and they didn't even know where to do their quests anymore because Song Yi had moved Zhou Yuyan, the main NPC.

In the afternoon, Song Yi acted as if nothing had happened and even had the leisure to go shopping, much to the dismay of the audience.

"Young man, don't you need to prepare? Tonight you're facing Wang Haiming, who's a B-level fighter."

The very calm Song Yi returned to his old, run-down rented room that evening to avoid damaging his newly bought house. He tidied up the room he had messed up the day before, set an alarm for 11:50 p.m., and went to sleep.

At 11:50, Song Yi woke up, washed her face, and brushed her teeth. When the clock struck twelve, Wang Haiming, a B-level player, arrived.

After evolving to B-rank, its appearance is indeed different. Its face is pale and bluish-white, its left cheek is rotten, and its sharp teeth look like stinky tofu that has been sitting for more than ten years. When it breathes, you can see yellowish-black gas coming out of it. It must smell bad without a doubt.

His suit was torn into strips and hung on his body. Wang Haiming, a B-rank actor, walked strangely, moving towards Song Yi with a very odd pigeon-toed gait.

His knees were clenched tightly together, making it look like he had a hemorrhoid flare-up.

Aside from thinking he was ugly, Song Yi had no other thoughts. The key point was that this guy was holding a clap-hand stick, which was clearly a way of saying, "I've evolved, I'm not afraid of you anymore, and I'll treat you the way you tortured me back then."

Song Yi scoffed. This guy was over thirty years old, how could he still be so childish? Even the Qing Dynasty had ten cruel tortures, how could he only know how to clap his hands to teach someone a lesson? This guy was looking down on him.

Wang Haiming spoke first: "You can't escape."

Song Yi remained calm: "Who said I was going to run away?"

Wang Haiming thought Song Yi was putting on a brave face: "You're courting death."

As he spoke, Wang Haiming lunged at Song Yi. The viewers in the live stream screamed, thinking that Song Yi was about to be killed by Wang Haiming. However, after covering their eyes and waiting for four or five seconds, they did not hear Song Yi's scream. When they took their hands away and looked again, they were all dumbfounded.

Wang Haiming, for some unknown reason, stood in front of Song Yi, acting frantically.

"Tsk tsk tsk"

Song Yi pulled out a stack of photos, the contents of which were blurred by the system.

The moment Wang Haiming saw the photo, he instantly clenched his buttocks.

"Those thugs have pretty good photography skills. The lighting and filters are amazing. Except for the people who are a bit ugly and the content is a bit violent, I can't help but want to post these photos online so that everyone can enjoy them."

These photos will be a lifelong pain for Wang Haiming, and now, only a day has passed, the bleeding from the scars hasn't stopped, and Song Yi has taken them out and stabbed him twice more.

The moment the B-level vengeful ghost Wang Haiming saw the photo, his ghostly body convulsed, and his limbs twisted to an extent that ordinary people could not imagine.