Chapter 4: Case No. 4444! The Weeping Theater!

The one who called wasn't anyone else.

It was Xia Weiwei.

"Tsk!"

Su Ming brushed the screen lightly with his fingertip.

Hang up.

Delete.

Block.

In one smooth motion, like clouds and flowing water.

Having done all that, he slipped the phone back into his pocket.

He's not that kind of person.

There should be no further contact.

……

Meanwhile.

In the presidential suite of a five‑star hotel in Jiangcheng.

Xia Weiwei lounged lazily in Zhang Yang's arms, a smug smile on her face.

Su Ming was probably still like a dog, staying in that rundown house, sorrowful over today's breakup, right?

However.

"Doo doo doo—"

The Smile Mask on Xia Weiwei's face froze instantly.

Hang up?

Shouldn't he have been crying over his own photo while immediately answering?

An unnamed fury rose from deep within her heart without warning.

She, refusing to believe it, tried again!

This time, there was no ringing at all.

Xia Weiwei's complexion sank completely.

Even in her stupidity, she understood.

Su Ming had blocked herself!

The thought surfaced, and she felt a wave of dizziness.

How dare he?!

The waste she had dumped, who had nothing, no glimpse of future light!

What right does he have to block her?

Shouldn't he be looking up at her lofty self, wagging his tail, while admitting he was wrong?

The lingering affection and guilt from the daytime breakup were burned away completely by this sudden rage!

"What's wrong, baby?"

Zhang Yang sensed the woman's mood in his arms, set down his glass, and, with interest, pinched his chin.

The frost on Xia Weiwei's face lasted less than a second.

The next moment, it turned into an extremely seductive smile.

"Nothing."

Xia Weiwei turned, adopted an even more alluring pose, and pressed her whole body against Zhang Yang.

She wrapped both arms around his neck, and her warm red lips brushed his.

"I just suddenly feel that I was really foolish before."

"Wasting so many years of youth on a waste."

Ambition and desire were laid bare in her eyes.

This is the life she wants.

The altar has arrived; the era has changed!

Deep affection and vows, in the face of a chance that can defy Heaven and change fate, are worth nothing!

And such a chance requires expensive tributes in exchange!

Who can give her costly tributes?

Is it Su Ming, that poor soul who even feels guilty buying her a bag?

No.

It's the man before her!

This man is wealthy, able to pull out tens of thousands for a bag, hundreds of thousands for a watch with a flick of his hand!

And in this brand‑new era, those are the finest tributes!

It's that poor Su Ming, who can never give her that in a lifetime!

She recalled her three offerings today.

The first time, she offered the Dior handbag Su Ming gave her.

Green Light!

The next two times were still dazzling Green Light!

Those around cast envious, jealous, even awe‑filled gazes…

All of this shows she is the Mandate of Heaven's daughter of this era!

In contrast, Zhang Yang.

This genuine second‑generation rich kid tossed a watch worth hundreds of thousands into the altar.

What he got in return was just an ordinary, unremarkable White Light.

Heh!

How could Su Ming possibly match her excellence?

A useless person who would only hold her back from taking off!

A burden who can't even produce a decent offering!

Leaving him of her own accord is a blessing he cultivated over eight lifetimes!

He even dares… hang up and block me?

"Don't let me see you again!"

Zhang Yang seemed to relish Xia Weiwei's initiative, his hands beginning to wander mischievously.

Deep within his eyes, however, lay only calculation.

With this woman, he originally only intended to spend a little money, treat it as a pastime, and discard it when bored.

But he never imagined her luck would be so extraordinary that she offered Green Light three times in a row!

At this thought, Zhang Yang pressed his hand on Xia Weiwei's head.

"Baby, stop thinking about that waste, the night is still long."

Soon.

In the luxurious room, only breathing and languid sounds remained.

…

On the other side.

Su Ming moved silently through the tangled alleys like a ghost.

Following a pre‑planned route, he sped toward the abandoned industrial zone west of the city.

Sharp sirens rose from afar, drew near, then whistled away.

As if warning every hunter and prey in the night.

But he had no choice!

He must, before midnight, find two altars worth betting on.

After about ten minutes, Su Ming halted.

Ahead, an altar!

【Altar Number】:

【Connecting Waypoint】: Dry Pond

【Karma Overview】: A carp spirit on the brink of dying of thirst, only wishing to drink one more sip of pure, sweet fresh water.

Carp spirit?

Drink water?

He happened to have an unopened bottle of mineral water in his pack.

But he only glanced, then withdrew his gaze.

Without stopping, he quickly circled around from the other side.

The reward is too low.

A nearly dying carp spirit, however good, can give what?

It's not that it's useless.

It's just that, for him with the Eye of Truth, it's completely not worth it.

As he kept moving forward, the path grew increasingly off‑track.

After crossing two more streets, Su Ming stopped beneath a half‑finished building.

He saw a third altar!

【Altar Number】:

【Connecting Waypoint】: Junk Machine Realm

【Karma Overview】: A weak mechanical imp that delights in collecting trash, it has an almost obsessive fervor for bottle caps.

Su Ming shook his head again.

"Still not good enough!"

He became increasingly certain that the altar No. 666 he encountered at dusk would be a one‑in‑ten‑thousand rarity!

The more special or early the number, the stronger the connected plane.

Back then, the connected waypoint was a mysterious giant beast in the Boundless Abyss, sounding incredibly imposing!

Now their petty bickering can't even cause a scratch!

With that in mind, Su Ming quickened his steps.

He passed through the half‑finished building, continuing deeper toward the industrial zone.

The surrounding structures grew more dilapidated, and the metallic rust smell in the air grew stronger.

"Hm?"

Suddenly!

Su Ming, in a trash‑filled alley, abruptly stopped.

His gaze locked rigidly on the right side.

Between a rust‑spattered giant trash can and a wall covered in moss, there was a filthy gap less than half a meter wide.

A foul stench filled the sky.

Ordinary people wouldn't dare go inside; even taking a glance made them feel nauseous.

But in the gap between them, a faint fluctuation, like a firefly in the night, was precisely caught by his Eye of Truth!

After confirming that no one was around,

He slowly focused his gaze on the altar, half-buried in trash and only the size of a washbasin.

Hum——

Eye of Truth, activate!

Lines of golden text, out of place amid the surrounding filth, appeared before his eyes.

【Altar Number】: 4444

【Connection Beacon】: Theatre of Sorrow

【Karma Overview】: A tragic heroine eternally reincarnating on stage, utterly weary of the script already set for her, longing to taste with her own mouth a food born of real betrayal, filled with extreme hatred and intense reluctance.

Su Ming's breath halted for an instant.

【4444】!

What number is this!

It seemed innate, carrying a strong sense of destiny and ominousness.

And its demand was even more convoluted to the extreme.

Real betrayal?

Extreme hatred?

Intense reluctance?

"It seems... kind of interesting!"