My name is Huang Tian, ​​what the hell is this "Heaven is dead" nonsense?

Chapter 3 No, is this also the Yellow Heaven?

"Don't overthink it. The most important thing right now is to double-check whether the scope of the person 'Huang Tian' has been expanded..."

Huang Tian suppressed his excitement and looked towards the completely unfamiliar voice:

The warm morning sunlight streamed through the windows of the stairwell, casting several strips of light of varying lengths on the ground. The air was filled with the faint smells of cooking oil and milk bread.

The hallway was unusually quiet at this moment, with only the faint sound of car horns coming from afar.

"Da da~"

Light footsteps sounded as two men, one thin and one muscular, walked down the stairs.

The thinner one was wearing a drab gray hoodie, the hood covering his head and face, and he walked with his head down.

The burly man was dressed in a large deliveryman's uniform, wearing a black hat and mask, and carrying an empty cardboard box in his arms. His imposing figure gave off a silent intimidation, enough to make the residents who occasionally went up or down the stairs subconsciously avoid his gaze.

The two arrived on the third floor and stopped in front of room 306.

The thin man quickly crouched down at the doorway, and the burly man naturally turned to the side, blocking the thin man's view, while listening alertly to the sounds coming from the upper and lower floors.

"Huang Tian, ​​hurry up," the burly man said in a very low voice.

"Don't worry, I've already scouted the location. Most of the people on all three floors are at work by this time."

The thin, wiry man named Huang Tian took a strange tool out of his pocket and inserted it into the keyhole.

His movements were extremely skilled and light, with almost no metallic clanging. In the quiet corridor, only his very faint, careful breathing could be heard.

The burly man held the delivery box, shaking it slightly, as if he was impatiently waiting for the recipient.

Just over twenty seconds later, a very faint clicking sound came from the lock cylinder.

Huang Tian's lips curled up slightly, and he gently pressed down on the handle with his right hand.

The door opened a crack without anyone noticing.

The two men slipped inside like eels, and the burly man closed the door behind him with an extremely gentle touch, making almost no sound.

The room was quiet.

Morning light streamed in through the balcony window, revealing tiny dust particles floating in the air. The living room was fairly tidy, but you could tell the homeowner had rushed out to work that morning; a cushion had accidentally fallen to the floor, and the tableware on the dining table hadn't been cleared away yet.

"Separately flip them over."

"Okay."

Huang Tian went straight to the bedroom, looked around, his eyes landing on the dressing table and bedside table. He quickly went forward to look for gold and silver jewelry and small items that looked valuable.

The burly man was in charge of the living room and study. He quickly searched through the drawers of the TV cabinet and the compartments of the desk, stuffing the laptop, cell phone, and some cash he found into the empty delivery box he had brought.

The entire process was quiet, fast, and highly efficient.

The only sounds were the soft sliding of drawers being pulled open and pushed back in, and their suppressed breathing.

A few minutes later, Huang Tian came out of the bedroom, holding a few pieces of jewelry and a small stack of cash in his hand, and quickly put them into the burly man's half-full cardboard box.

He gestured to the burly man, who nodded and glanced around one last time to make sure he hadn't missed anything particularly valuable.

Huang Tian walked to the door, first carefully pressing his ear against it to listen to the sounds outside.

After confirming it was safe, he slowly turned the doorknob, opened the door a crack, and peered out.

The hallway remained empty.

He immediately stepped aside, with the burly man following closely behind, carrying the now heavy "delivery box." Huang Tian pulled the doorknob from the outside and gently closed the door completely. Then, the two of them walked down the stairs one after the other with extremely natural expressions, left the building, and quickly disappeared into the increasing flow of people and vehicles in the early morning.

"Skilled and daring, indeed! It's just that this family that was robbed is unlucky; they lost a considerable amount of money..."

Inside the apartment, Huang Tian silently pondered whether to call the police to catch the two thieves, but he quickly abandoned the idea.

It's quite simple. Based on the license plate numbers of the cars on the street that he saw from a third-person perspective, he discovered that the theft occurred in Jiangsu Province.

He was in Jiangxi Province, thousands of miles away from the other place. How could he possibly know that a theft had occurred in an ordinary neighborhood in Jiangsu Province?

It doesn't make any sense at all.

"If the security cameras in the stairwell and the community are not broken, the chances of catching these two thieves are quite high."

Huang Tian stopped thinking about it, picked up the bottled water from the bedside table, gulped down a few mouthfuls, and after catching his breath, continued to listen to the other voices:
He saw a boy named Huang Tian doze off in class and be woken up by the teacher. He stood up blankly and answered questions haphazardly, which made his classmates laugh loudly.

He saw a retired man named Huang Tian playing the erhu in a park pavilion, his melodious voice attracting a crowd of onlookers who took pictures.

He saw a girl named Huang Tian in a white dress sitting in front of an easel, quietly painting with a paintbrush in hand.

He saw on the other side of the ocean, a young man named Huang Tian lying on a motorcycle, the motorcycle leaning slightly to the left, gliding around a bend, the tires screeching against the ground, then like an arrow released from a bow, piercing the dull air of the city night...

Men, women, old, young... every Huang Tian's life is different, and each has its own brilliance.

For an entire day, aside from the necessary eating, drinking, and relieving himself, Huang Tian used his superpowers to watch other people's lives.

This gave him a sense of unreal, dreamlike disorientation.

Of course, the mental exhaustion also caused him to sleep very soundly.

The next day, when Huang Tian groggily opened his eyes, he subconsciously turned on the "signal" switch, but this time he heard no more calls from his ears.

Instead, it made a "buzzing" sound.

It sounds like an old radio that's malfunctioning.

"Stuck?"

"Bad signal?"

He immediately woke up.

This superpower is related to his future, and he pays close attention to even the smallest changes.

However, the buzzing sound persisted throughout the day, leaving Huang Tian feeling somewhat depressed.

He speculated that this might be another evolution of his superpowers, but he also worried that his superpowers were slowly losing their effectiveness. This conflicting feeling made him restless.

Until eight o'clock at night, the streetlights outside the window lit up with a warm, dim yellow light, and occasionally a few elderly people wearing vests strolled slowly along the road.

Huang Tian drew the curtains, leaned against the bed, closed his eyes slightly, and the sounds around him finally changed.

"Sizzle... Thick Earth Sect... Dharma Lecture Meeting... You..."

Huang Tian's expression changed slightly, and he listened intently.

"Sizzle, sizzle... My name is Mo Qiu, and I am your instructor, responsible for explaining the first chapter of the 'Yellow Heaven Suppressing Mountain Spirit Scripture'..."

"No, is this also the Yellow Heaven?"

In the pitch-black night, bright eyes gleamed with a mixture of astonishment and surprise.

(End of this chapter)