Fear suddenly rushed into Auntie Jin's heart, and it felt its muddled brain clear up a little.
What a terrifying aura of pressure.
With such a high level, it should, perhaps... also be a Warden, right?
It stopped in its tracks and looked back trembling.
Its good son had disappeared at some unknown point...
Wait, since when did it have a son?
No, that wasn't the point.
The point was the source of that aura—
That toad was staring at it from just a few meters away.
Auntie Jin gulped and let out a short, nervous chirp.
"E-excuse me, is there something you need?"
Zhu Yan took two steps forward and let out a cold, pretentious snort.
"You heard the wanted poster I issued. You have the scent of the Hunter on you. I can smell it."
"Did you see a middle-aged man with bug skin, about this tall, and very ugly?"
Zhu Yan gestured, carefully managing the time.
"A horror creature reported to me that the Hunter turned into that appearance and came to this floor."
The oppressive aura of a high-level horror creature pierced coldly into Auntie Jin's body.
Under the fear, Auntie Jin's mind became completely clear.
"Y-yes. I heard the wanted poster, but I haven't seen the Hun... Hun..."
Wait.
What did this Mr. Toad just say?
The Hunter, about that tall, very ugly, middle-aged man with bug skin...?
Wasn't that its son?
Auntie Jin stared blankly at Zhu Yan and let out a confused squeak.
No, wait!
It absolutely shouldn't have a son!
Who on earth was that guy who kept calling it Dad?
A wave of horror surged into Auntie Jin's heart, making it shudder in fright.
Was that the Hunter?
Why did the Hunter get so close to it?
Zhu Yan glanced behind him nervously.
He had to sort out Auntie Jin before the real toad arrived!
Seeing that Auntie Jin was still dazed, Zhu Yan immediately chose to be explicit.
"What is that on your neck? A noodle?"
Memories flooded into Auntie Jin's panic-filled head.
It finally realized something in hindsight, its two eyes slowly looking down.
That noodle was personally hung around its neck by that bug-skinned man.
On the noodle, there should be...
No!
The noodle had broken at some unknown point, hanging quite wretchedly on both sides of its neck like accidentally dropped kitchen garbage.
Where was the shadow of the golden key on it?
Auntie Jin felt as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over it from head to toe.
After a few seconds of trembling, it finally cried out in despair.
"No! Where is my key?"
"Where is... my key?!"
It panicked. The tray on its bug legs swayed left and right, spilling a lot of broth from the noodle bowls.
"It's... it's over... I lost the key. I'm... I'm doomed!"
Zhu Yan sneered.
"It's the Hunter!"
He made the final verdict, putting on full airs to issue orders.
"Go report to the Warden inside immediately. Just say that the Hunter stole your key, and is still on this floor, hasn't left."
Auntie Jin trembled with fear.
Fearing it wouldn't have the guts to go in and report, Zhu Yan quickly made a false promise.
"Go in and report the situation, get the Treant to come out. I need its assistance. With me here, I guarantee you won't die!"
The toad should be arriving soon.
Before the two sides clashed and caused a commotion, he had to get away quickly.
Auntie Jin looked at Zhu Yan with awe, its eyes actually filling with tears out of fear.
"O... okay."
It looked tremblingly inside the door and inched its way in step by step.
Above its bug legs, the noodle bowls and the tray clattered against each other, continuously making rattling sounds.
Auntie Jin looked back with every step. It actually took several seconds to squeeze through the half-person-wide gap in the door, finally disappearing completely into the darkness.
Meanwhile, a new message from Yang Zhanbai popped up on Zhu Yan's retina.
"The real toad arrived a moment ago. They just disappeared from the corridor."
"There's still a risk. Absolutely do not come back!"
At the same time.
A commotion suddenly broke out on the other side of the circular corridor!
It was the toad!
Zhu Yan hurriedly retreated into the crowd of horror creatures.
Taking advantage of the fact that nothing was paying attention, he quickly transformed into that rat wearing a chef's uniform and darted between the legs of the horror creatures!
Having a small size had its advantages.
Hiding like this, even if the toad looked for him directly, it would take quite a while!
Zhu Yan quietly huddled beside a pant leg, planning to secretly watch the drama.
The toad's voice rang out from afar, showing no intention of approaching for now.
"I smelled it. The scent is very strong. He must still be here!"
"Where?!" This slightly more irritable question belonged to the supermarket owner. "Get out here!!"
Who would dare to get out there.
Zhu Yan shrank back a bit more, scanning the pitch-black door gap not far away from the corner of his eye.
Step it up.
When would the Treant come out?
"No rush." The toad snorted. "He doesn't know the floor password. He's just switching back and forth between two places."
"We'll follow the trail and look slowly. I don't believe he can still hide!"
The toad raised its nose and sniffed the air, walking towards the direction of Auntie Jin's Braised Noodles.
"Here!"
Zhu Yan breathed a sigh of relief and shifted a little closer to the door gap.
He could faintly hear movements coming from inside the door, a continuous clattering sound, as if Auntie Jin's tray had flipped over.
...
"Trash. Trash!"
A thick branch smashed fiercely onto the ground beside Auntie Jin, actually cracking a fissure in the concrete bricks.
In front of Auntie Jin stood an imposing dead tree, about two meters tall and as thick as two people embracing.
Draped over this tree was a tattered piece of cloth, presumably its clothing; beneath the canopy, a fleshy mouth had actually grown, with short scarlet tentacles opening like petals, covered in fine, sharp teeth.
Auntie Jin almost curled into a ball.
It fell to the ground with sluggish movements, its hissing sound as faint as a mosquito's buzz.
"Fortunately, Mr. Fr-Frog is here."
Yes, fortunately Mr. Frog was here.
It wouldn't have to die.
"Mr. Frog said, asking you to go out and f-find him for a moment."
"He needs your assistance!"
A voice came from the tree's mottled trunk, deep and muffled.
Auntie Jin didn't make out what was said; it just knelt on the ground in terror, trying to secure a sliver of survival for itself as much as possible.
"I-I can also follow. I-I know what the Hunter turned into..."
Answering it was a muffled thud, a violent tremor, and the terror of the hard shell on its back cracking open.
This time, the branch whipped mercilessly onto its back.
Auntie Jin trembled even more violently. It could smell a strange, sour scent of rotten vegetables—that was its own blood.
It raised its head timidly and vaguely saw the canopy shake twice in the darkness.
The Treant stood up unsteadily, its roots standing up like spider legs, and moved rapidly toward the door.
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
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!"
+ Slow Paced + Main Character Thrives Together with His Disciples】 Transmigrated into a cultivation world, Chu Xingchen awakens a discipleship system that reveals the tags of his disciples! Starting from scratch, he builds the strongest sect. Disciple One: Li Yingling 【Gold Tag: Genius Cultivator】【Purple Tag: Extremely Lucky】【Blue Tag: Bewitchingly Beautiful】 Disciple Two: Li Hangtian 【Gold Tag: Reincarnated】【Purple Tag: Ruthless and Decisive】【Blue Tag: Loyal and Noble】 Disciple Three: ??? 【Orange Tag: Alluring Demoness】【???】【???】 Thus, in the cultivation world, an unremarkable little sect appears out of nowhere, but little do others know that each member of this sect is a powerhouse in their own right. The book is also known as: Cultivation? It's Exactly Like This!
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
