Chapter 81:
On the villa terrace, Yang Jian suddenly opened his eyes.
"Origin." He stood up and straightened his collar.
"I'm going to another universe to have some fun. Tell Wanda and the others not to worry."
"Understood, sir."
Origin's voice came from the air. "Do you need a cross-dimensional positioning beacon prepared?"
"No need."
Yang Jian showed a confident smile. "Even if the portal can't be used, I can just punch through the dimensional wall and come back."
He raised his hand and opened a portal, then stepped inside.
He only hoped he would encounter something interesting this time.
......
Yang Jian stepped out of the golden portal. His boots made a soft creaking sound as they landed on the old wooden floor.
He looked around the unfamiliar yet ordinary room.
Several textbooks were scattered on the peeling desk. The bedding on the single bed was neatly folded. The succulent plants on the windowsill glowed orange-red in the sunset.
"Tsk, whose unlucky room is this?"
He casually picked up the photo frame on the desk. Inside was an Asian boy wearing glasses.
"Not a single person in sight."
The room gave him no information other than that it belonged to an ordinary person.
He shook his head. A faint red light appeared in his eyes. Super vision instantly pierced through the walls, turning the entire city into a transparent grid in his sight.
Next door, a middle-aged housewife was watching a melodramatic soap opera.
A few streets away, a convenience store clerk was secretly eating pizza.
Inside the White House in Washington State, the president was dozing off.
The scanning range continued to expand, but everything he saw was ordinary.
Soon, Yang Jian withdrew his gaze in disappointment.
"That's it? When did those universe bubbles become so uncreative!"
Suddenly, his brow twitched. He felt it wouldn't be that simple.
Given the nature of those bubbles, there must be something hidden.
He lightly tapped the desk with his fingertips and thought for a moment.
Perhaps this is a supernatural world, and I just haven't hit the trigger point yet?
He should probably go out and take a look.
He casually put the photo frame back in place, straightened his collar, and walked toward the door.
The metal doorknob turned in his palm. Just as he was about to open it—
Clack!
The photo frame suddenly fell over on the desk by itself.
Yang Jian stopped moving. A smile appeared on his lips. Classic.
Just as he thought — he hadn't triggered the plot yet.
He released the handle and turned around.
He quietly looked ahead and quickly found the anomaly.
The old television set looked like it had been broken for a long time.
But at this moment, it suddenly emitted a crackling electric current sound.
He continued watching. The old-style TV turned on by itself. Black-and-white snow flickered on the screen.
"What kind of entrance is this?"
Yang Jian raised an eyebrow. He walked to the TV, pulled over a chair with interest, sat down, and crossed his legs.
"Let me guess — high-tech artificial intelligence? Or some big secret?"
The TV continued to emit harsh static. The image showed no change.
Yang Jian frowned and knocked on the armrest: "Can you hurry up? I'm in a rush."
The TV seemed to understand him. The screen flashed violently and went completely black.
Yang Jian: ...….
At the same time, the room temperature dropped sharply. Moisture in the air condensed.
The shadows in the corner began to wriggle abnormally, spreading like living creatures.
"This style… feels a bit familiar." Yang Jian looked around, slightly surprised.
No matter who this was, if they wanted to make a move against a Silver Age Superman… then he could only say — they had courage.
Soon
The TV turned on again. The image showed a sinister ancient well, its rim covered in moss.
Yang Jian immediately laughed: "Alright, a classic remake!"
Accompanied by a bone-chilling giggling sound, a pale hand suddenly gripped the well's edge. The nails were pitch black.
Then came a second hand, its fingers twisted at unnatural angles.
"Although it's cliché, it's effective." Yang Jian commented like a film critic.
"It's just too slow."
In the image, a woman in white with long hair covering her face slowly crawled out of the well. Her joints made teeth-grinding cracking sounds.
She moved toward the screen in a posture that defied human anatomy. With every step closer, the room's temperature dropped another degree.
As she moved, the face completely covered by black hair almost pressed against the screen.
Yang Jian sat leisurely in the chair, fingers lightly tapping the armrest, watching the eerie scene before him with interest.
Inside the TV screen, a pale hand slowly reached out. The bluish-gray nails scraped against the TV cabinet surface, making a teeth-grinding sound.
Then came the other hand, followed by wet long hair hanging down from the screen.
The woman crawled out of the TV little by little in a twisted posture that defied human ergonomics.
Crack! Crack!
Her joints made unnatural sounds. Her white robe dragged across the floor, leaving winding water trails.
The room temperature plummeted. Frost formed on the walls.
However, when her head crawled to the tip of Yang Jian's shoe, it suddenly stopped.
Water droplets splashed onto Yang Jian's shoes.
Sadako froze in confusion. This human didn't scream or run away?
Wait, was her entrance method wrong?
She replayed her actions in her mind and immediately rejected the idea.
She had scared countless people. Her movements had even become muscle memory. There was no way she made a mistake.
Then there was only one possibility!
She slowly raised her head. Although her long hair still covered her face, she could sense that Yang Jian was smiling down at her.
"Miss Sadako," Yang Jian said gently.
"Your water dripped on my shoe."
In an instant, Sadako sensed something — terrifying energy surging inside this man that made her soul tremble. It was definitely not power a human should possess!
The room fell into silence.
Sadako's movements froze. Yang Jian smiled as he watched her.
She immediately lowered her head, pretending nothing had happened, and began retreating back into the TV in a bizarre backward posture.
First her feet, then her waist — moving three times faster than when she crawled out.
Just as her upper body was about to retreat fully into the TV, a familiar pair of shoes suddenly appeared in front of her.
"Miss Sadako, since you're already here, why are you in such a hurry to leave?" Yang Jian squatted down, his smile radiant.
Sadako trembled all over. She wanted to speed up and crawl back, but felt a tight grip on her scalp.
It was over! It was really over! Her scalp went numb!
Because this man had already grabbed her long hair with one hand.
"You're already here. Stay and play for a while before leaving." Yang Jian said casually, applying a little force with his hand.
Creak!
Sadako's neck made an unbearable sound.
She struggled wildly. Her pale fingers left deep scratches on the floor, but she couldn't resist that irresistible force.
Splash!
Accompanied by the sound of splashing water, the vengeful spirit who had terrified countless people was yanked out of the TV by Yang Jian like catching a fish. She fell wetly onto the floor.
Sadako curled up in the corner, her long hair disheveled, looking like a bullied little girl.
And Yang Jian was squatting in front of her with great interest, as if studying some new toy!
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