After throwing green onion flowers, ginger and other seasonings into the pot, Su Mo walked to Xie Kun's side again and did the same, chopping off Xie Kun's other palm.
After chopping, Su Mo looked at Xie Kun's feet and whispered, "These hooves are not bad either." Then he took out a saw and compared it on Xie Kun's legs with a frown under his mask.
"With this saw, it will probably take a long time. By then, I will probably have starved to death."
Then he put the saw back into the toolbox and took out a bone knife instead. He looked at it satisfied and nodded.
This time, he did not help Xie Kun stop the bleeding, but directly raised Xie Kun's left leg and then placed it on a stool.
With both hands holding the bone knife, Su Mo's body jumped high and then chopped down with one knife.
This time, Xie Kun's reaction was very violent. His whole body twitched and then fainted after a few seconds.
After three consecutive chops, the left foot was finally chopped off. During the three chops, Xie Kun woke up twice and fainted three times, biting off his own tongue.
Until Su Mo chopped off Xie Kun's right leg, Xie Kun was almost out of breath, gasping feebly, his body still twitching.
Looking at the pool of blood on the ground and the hands and feet in the pot, Su Mo's eyes became more and more bloodshot, and a hunger he had never felt before made him unable to control himself.
This feeling was countless times stronger than when he had nicotine cravings. It probably wasn't weaker than drug addiction either. It was a mental temptation that was very difficult to resist.
Knowing that he couldn't continue, Su Mo quickly regained his emotions, then squatted on the ground and panted heavily a few times.
"It seems that some abnormal emotions have a very strong aftereffect. I have to be careful in the future. If I judge the emotion is too strong, I won't immerse myself in that persona anymore."
After resting for a while, he stood up again and looked at Xie Kun, feeling that he had let him off too easily.
But there was no way. Without sufficient equipment and drugs, there was no way to keep Xie Kun conscious all the time.
He sighed, "Forget it, I'll send you on your way."
After saying that, he walked to Xie Kun's side, held up the bone knife, and swept it horizontally across Xie Kun's neck. This time it went smoothly.
A head rolled on the ground, and a large amount of blood spurted from the neck. It was quite spectacular.
After picking up the head and casually throwing it into the pot, Su Mo faced the camera again.
At this time, there were miserable scenes all over the live streaming room.
"I’ve vomited three times already. F*ck, today is Chinese New Year’s Eve. Why did I watch the livestream, wuwu..."
"The person upstairs, you can’t handle it. I’ve vomited five times already. Uwuu, I can’t stand it anymore, I want to vomit again."
"My boyfriend saw me vomit and was as happy as an idiot, thinking I was pregnant. But soon, he vomited even more severely than me, 0.0"
"Um, am I the only one who noticed that the pile on the ground seems to be oozing? Did the cheapo wet himself from fear?"
Of course Su Mo wouldn't read those bullet screen comments. He bent his left leg and made a bowing gesture,
"Today's trial ends here. See you next time everyone."
After saying that, he closed the live streaming room. At this time, the TV was singing a celebratory choral "Carnival" for the new year.
After checking the scene briefly and making sure no clues were left behind, Su Mo carried a chair and sat next to Fatty Wang.
"Don't pretend to be dead. I’ll take the duct tape off your mouth, but you’d better keep quiet. I don't like noise. Nod if you understand."
Lying on the ground like a worm, Fatty Wang nodded madly, and his body twitched.
Su Mo thought it was a bit funny. Then he removed the duct tape from Fatty Wang's mouth, scaring the crap out of him.
"I heard that you are a private detective and have been tracking me everywhere?" Su Mo asked teasingly.
Wang Jian desperately shook his head: "That’s nonsense. I’m actually your loyal fan. How could I possibly do such a thing?"
"Oh, really?"
"Really. I swear by my name Key that it’s absolutely true." Wang Jian naturally uttered these words.
But soon he seemed to realize something and quickly explained, "Mr. Midnight Judge, you may not know... "
Su Mo raised his hand to stop him. "Alright, I won't kill you, no need to explain.
After I leave, you should call the police. As for how to explain to the police, I don’t care. You can continue bragging online, I think it's quite interesting.
Oh, and later, I will give you some accounts. These are all my private accounts. In the future, we’ll keep in contact. Sometimes I will need your help to do some things.
Key, you wouldn't refuse me, would you? Nor will you call the police, right?"
Wang Jian shook his head desperately: "Of course I won't refuse. It would be my honor to help you do things. Um...may I ask boldly, would the things you ask me to do be illegal?"
Su Mo stood up, then took out a pen and wrote something on a slip of paper. Then he put the note into Wang Jian's arms. "No, not illegal."
After saying that, Su Mo walked towards the yard gate. He really was about to leave.
About ten minutes later, sensing that Su Mo had really left, Wang Jian immediately sat up straight. His body was still tied up, but he could still make a phone call.
After shifting for a bit, he grabbed his mobile phone with both hands and dialed 110.
A few minutes later, he tilted his head in thought, then posted the photos from his phone online as well.
He also published a short post on Weibo. The content was:
"On New Year’s Eve tonight, I, Key, in the name of justice, infiltrated deep into enemy territory and narrowly escaped death.
I believe many people have already seen the live broadcast earlier. At that time I was at the scene, tightly bound.
In the past month, I have been tracking the Midnight Judge. I then discovered he had come to Lin'an.
So I travelled far, from Xikang to Lin’an. After my unremitting efforts, I finally spotted a clue tonight.
I followed the trail to a village north of the city outskirts to a small courtyard.
When I arrived, the Midnight Judge and the cannibal demon were fighting fiercely in tit for tat combat.
At that time, I hesitated because I didn't know who to help. They were both criminals after all.
But in the end, I still chose to help the Midnight Judge and subdued the man-eating demon. What I didn't expect was that the next moment, the Midnight Judge sneak attacked me without ethics.
You guys all know what happened next. Later, the Midnight Judge left without killing me.
I know why he didn't kill me. Because I'm a righteous warrior full of justice. The Judge does not kill good people.
From now on, I will continue to investigate. I, Key, am fearless."

rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!

shall grant"] ["Inscribing the glory of our race upon tombstones"] ["All that is threatened, I shall protect"] How his younger sister sees her brother: A brother who only makes eye contact once a day, mostly fading into the background as he tinkers with who-knows-what in his room all day. Their life paths should have remained largely separate. Until one day. Su Qi created an equipment card for his never-met "online girlfriend." His sister fell into silent contemplation upon receiving the "white stockings." [Card can be upgraded] [Upgrade by fulfilling any of the following conditions] [Condition ①: Consume one hundred higher-tier cards] [Condition ②: Complete one 'Heart-Pounding Adventure'] What constitutes a Heart-Pounding Adventure? [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Beginner Level): Equip the card and invite 'Su Qi' to admire it.] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Easy Level): Equip the card, invite 'Su Qi' to touch it, and analyze the equipment's texture.] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Entry Level): Equip the card and invite 'Su Qi' to...] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Challenge Level): Freely combine the words 'Brother' 'Out' 'Brother' 'Me' 'Please' into a complete sentence...] "Please help me analyze both teams' mistakes in this match, brother..." His sister exhaled in relief—surely... surely there couldn't be anything more difficult? [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Suicide Mission Level): Sneak a peek at the names of the galgames in 'Su Qi's' hidden E-drive folder]

e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"

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.”