Qin Qinghan was worried that the Phoenix Group might have had a change of heart, but when she saw the call was from her cousin Yang Shuxi, she pressed the answer button with relief.
However, as soon as she put the phone to her ear, she heard Yang Shuxi's very worried voice. This cousin had a good relationship with her and was the only relative who often comforted her.
"What's wrong, Shuxi?" Qin Qinghan asked somewhat puzzled.
"Is his name Ye Fengwu?" Yang Shuxi's urgent voice rang out again.
Upon hearing this, Qin Qinghan's face changed slightly, having an ominous premonition.
She then asked, "Shuxi...how do you know about him?"
Immediately after, Yang Shuxi's cry of alarm came from the phone: "Oh my god, cousin, what have you done? Do you know, he just killed a whole train car of people, and in a very short time."
"Not only that, he...he also kidnapped a beautiful sister who looks like a fairy."
Qin Qinghan knew Ye Fengwu was a dangerous criminal, but when she heard from Yang Shuxi that Ye Fengwu was also a hitman, her face changed drastically, and she anxiously said, "How...how could that be, he said...he said he was going on a business trip."
Yang Shuxi snorted on the phone: "I was on the same train and in the same carriage as him, and even sat next to him. Everything he did, I saw with my own eyes. If I wasn't so alert, he would have killed me too."
Snap!
As soon as she finished speaking, the phone Qin Qinghan had next to her ear slipped out of her hand, and her whole body sat numbly on the bed as if she had lost her mind.
"Hello...cousin, are you okay?" Yang Shuxi's worried voice came from the phone.
Qin Qinghan's face was pale, and the despair on her breathtakingly beautiful face was evident. No wonder Liang Hao and Xihufeng were so wary of him, no wonder he could kill Gaohe with just a pair of scissors.
Suddenly, Qin Qinghan thought of something. She got up and took down the long box on the closet.
The moment she opened the box, her whole body was shocked as if by lightning.
Although she had never seen a sniper rifle before, from the scattered parts, telescopic sight, and two long boxes of bullets, she could be sure this was a sniper rifle.
When she opened the second layer, two pistols and two daggers came into view again.
Ah!
In an instant, Qin Qinghan covered her mouth and cried bitterly, with hot tears streaming down the back of her hand.
At this moment, Qin Qinghan was in despair.
She had originally wanted to give him a chance, and also give herself a chance, because he really made her feel safe. But all her hopes had once again turned into an abyss of despair.
After a long time, Qin Qinghan picked up the phone on the ground, and said in a trembling voice, "Shuxi, I'm begging you one thing, don't call the police. I want...I want to wait for him to come back. If he really is a hitman, I will persuade him to turn himself in."
Yang Shuxi said excitedly, "Cousin, you're crazy. He kills without blinking an eye, how would he listen to you and turn himself in? What I'm most worried about now is that he might hurt you and Jingsi."
Qin Qinghan shook her head and said, "He won't hurt us."
Yang Shuxi anxiously said, "Cousin, why are you so stubborn? He's a hitman!"
But Qin Qinghan spoke flatly, "I can feel he won't hurt my daughter and me. Please."
Upon hearing this, Yang Shuxi sighed, "Okay, okay, anyway I'm not the only one telling me not to call the police. I'll come to Haihua City to see you in a few days."
After hanging up the phone, Qin Qinghan collapsed weakly on the bed again.
...
The broad highway was flanked by dense woods on both sides, making it exceptionally quiet without any passing vehicles.
Suddenly, rapid footsteps came from the woods, followed by two shadows that burst out of the woods like nimble beasts. Both their skills and speed were extremely adept, like movie special effects.
There was a man and a woman. The man had a burly physique, while the woman had a devilish figure. Her tight leather clothes made her already curvaceous figure even more sultry.
The woman raised her wrist to reveal a high-tech tracking device. The red dot it pointed to was where the two of them were.
The woman's charming eyes looked around, and soon stopped on a clump of grass.
She walked over slowly in knee-high boots, then crouched down and picked up a mobile phone from the grass.
Snap!
With a crisp sound, the woman easily crushed the phone in her hand.
"The one who kidnapped Luo Yihuaung is very skilled, much better than the three at the airport." The woman looked at the burly man, her charming eyes narrowed slightly.
The burly man snorted, "Being able to kill more than 20 of our people without alerting us, he does have some skills. He's probably a warrior king, maybe sent by the Luo family to secretly protect Luo Yihuaung."
"Kaka... He's also a big hottie. I really want to dig his heart out and have a taste." The woman let out a creepy charming laugh, and her fingers painted purple-black clenched tightly.
At the moment her fingers clenched, a faint blue glow could clearly be seen in the air.
...
After driving for nearly two hours, Ye Fengwu's navigation on his phone gradually deviated from the route.
So he hugged Luo Yihuaung and jumped off the truck.
After landing, Luo Yihuaung struggled out of Ye Fengwu's arms angrily, and glanced at the scenery in front of her.
The two were at a fork in the highway, surrounded only by dense woods. They couldn't see anything in the distance.
From the navigation, they had indeed deviated from Haihua City, and it would take at least 600-700 km to get back to Haihua City.
Luo Yihuaung looked back at Ye Fengwu. Her long hair, wound up earlier, was already windswept and messy.
Luo Yihuaung was originally a breathtaking beauty. Even with her messy hair, she still exuded a different charm.
"If you lend me your phone to make a call, a helicopter will come to pick us up in less than two hours." Luo Yihuaung brushed a lock of hair from her forehead, and said lightly to Ye Fengwu.
Ye Fengwu discreetly put the phone in his pocket, casually glanced at their surroundings, then said, "You underestimate those assassins too much. I can assure you that your backup won't last until they see you."
Ye Fengwu had dealt with the Death God Guild before, and although it was just a minor skirmish, he was very clear about their capabilities. They could even deploy large high-tech weapons in any city.
Ye Fengwu said again, "Trust me, your backup can only make it easier for them to find us sooner."
Upon hearing this, Luo Yihuaung frowned. She knew this man had his own motives, but didn't deny that his analysis was very thorough.
Because in the past month, all her whereabouts seemed to be under the control of those assassins, but she still couldn't confirm which side Ye Fengwu was on.
Ye Fengwu walked to a big tree by the roadside, lit a cigarette for himself, leaned lazily against the trunk, and said, "Just wait here for a moment, and there will be a vehicle to take us to Haihua City. This is the only way to completely avoid the assassins’ pursuit."
Upon hearing this, Luo Yihuaung could only comply, even though she didn't believe Ye Fengwu would really let her go. As a hostage, she simply didn't have the right to decide.
...
One hour passed, two hours passed, but the vehicles that Ye Fengwu said would pass by momentarily never appeared.
Ye Fengwu's face was also getting uglier, with a hint of embarrassment in his eyes.
Luo Yihuaung snorted lightly, "Was this also part of your plan?"
Hearing the sarcasm in Luo Yihuaung's tone, Ye Fengwu snorted, "Of course, I said I'd make you suffer a bit. Let's go, if we walk along the highway for a while, we'll run into a vehicle."
After speaking, Ye Fengwu walked over to pull Luo Yihuaung's wrist, but Luo Yihuaung clearly hated being touched by men. She raised her wrist and walked forward by herself.
Listening to the tap-tap sound of high heels hitting the ground, Ye Fengwu's mouth corner curled into a faint smile. He was quite willing for this woman to play along.
...
However, two hours later, the tap-tap sound still lingered on the quiet highway, only the continuity of the sound was getting slower and slower.
Qin Qinghan had been following behind Luo Yihuaung with a relaxed and indifferent attitude all along, while Luo Yihuaung's footsteps were getting stiffer and stiffer, her two long, straight legs seeming to tremble slightly, as if enduring something.
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
