No one paid attention to Guan En's astonished expression, nor did anyone remove their shields to make way for him.
"Hands on your head and crouch down!" someone shouted. "Don't move!"
Guan En immediately understood the situation. He crouched down with textbook precision, allowing his colleagues to handcuff him.
That mysterious player's ability was to shape-shift into the appearance of other things.
Under such circumstances, the police department wouldn't let anyone leave here easily!
It was just that, that player...
Guan En recalled the sight of him opening the garden gate and escaping.
Was he really still here?
"Take him away for now, interrogate him, and take a statement."
A voice familiar to Guan En sounded behind him. It was the superior who had come with him.
"Search the other areas. Only one can survive this instance."
Yellow light shone on the dark gray pavement. Guan En felt the glare in his eyes and his mind was a mess.
"Wait!" he shouted, trying to turn around to face his superior. "He's still alive! That player is still alive!"
"Captain Huang, I watched him leave! I retrieved his belongings!"
The officer addressed as Captain Huang paused and gave Guan En a rather serious look.
Being able to call out this title meant the probability of the person in front of him being the suspect in disguise was not high.
But Captain Huang still just gave a faint nod.
"Take him to the car first. Have a few more people watch him, gag him, and don't get too close."
"The rest of you, take the police dogs in and search!"
Meanwhile, on the other side.
On the [Monster Tram], Zhu Yan observed the furnishings and layout inside the carriage with considerable curiosity.
Besides the seemingly luxurious velvet chairs and small wooden tables, there was a ceiling that squirmed like a living creature, and bone-claw chandeliers hanging down.
Flames danced within the closed bone claws. With every bump of the tram, the light and shadows swayed along.
A voodoo doll, made of wound hemp rope and only about as tall as a person's calf, wove through the small round tables holding a tray. The tray was filled with strange beverages.
Zhu Yan saw a shriveled eyeball floating in a cup of black liquid and almost threw up again.
Alright, he still had not gotten used to this.
The voodoo doll bounced its way to the rear half of the carriage and finished distributing those drinks.
Sitting there were some clearly higher-level horror creatures...
Zhu Yan saw a skeleton, a wax figure that was partially melted, and an emaciated thing with four arms like a human spider.
They gave Zhu Yan a similar feeling to what the [Plague Demon] Walter did.
He guessed their levels were all around level 5.
The voodoo doll hopped in front of Zhu Yan, raised a finger, and pointed to the back.
"If you want a drink, you can go to the VIP seats in the back."
Zhu Yan nodded. The voodoo doll asked again, "Are you a doppelganger? Why do you have the [Plague Demon] virus on you?"
The [Plague Demon] virus.
Zhu Yan remembered that when he looked up information about the [Plague Demon] in "Coexisting with Taboo Objects", the book had mentioned it.
"The [Plague Demon] will unknowingly transmit a lethal plague to humans."
Alright then.
With so much close contact with the [Plague Demon], he didn't believe he hadn't been infected.
But there are always more solutions than problems.
Regardless, he should try to fish for some information.
Zhu Yan looked at the voodoo doll and asked tentatively, "The bubonic plague?"
The voodoo doll's button eyes flashed wickedly, and Zhu Yan could see a bit of disdain in them.
"Then you are very ignorant, doppelganger. After a [Plague Demon] becomes a [Plague Demon], it doesn't spread things like the bubonic plague..."
"Uh, easily curable diseases."
That was somewhat expected.
Zhu Yan said a knowing "thank you" and showed the voodoo doll the nightgown in his hand.
"It might be the problem with this nightgown. It belongs to the [Plague Demon]."
The voodoo doll lowered its head to glance at the clothes, mimicking a baffled tone.
"What do you want this for?"
Zhu Yan did not answer its question.
Following this, he cleverly threw out another question he wanted the answer to.
"Hmm. I want to ask, is there any way to kill or wash off the virus on these clothes?"
He didn't want to suddenly drop dead, nor did he want to actually become some source of infection.
Zhu Yan carefully observed the voodoo doll's expression and found that it made no secret of its malicious intent.
Its eyes were two damaged black wooden buttons, and the rigid, stiff stitched appearance made one shudder.
"Kill the virus," the voodoo doll said exceptionally softly. "Oh... hehe, you asked the right person, doppelganger."
It jumped onto the table, spun around stiffly, and showed Zhu Yan its ugly, bare body.
"Look. I was made by a witch during an era when a certain plague suddenly broke out."
That would be the Black Death, a thought popped abruptly into Zhu Yan's mind.
"When she was alive, she used me to curse priests and the church, living a long time before dying of old age."
Inappropriate humor always arrives suddenly.
Zhu Yan looked at the voodoo doll, his brain in a temporary state of ignoring all external threats.
"I've learned something," he said. "Cursing priests and the church leads to a long life."
The voodoo doll stopped spinning and seemed to glare fiercely at him.
"Anyway, you have to find her to kill the virus. But... heh heh heh!"
Its expression suddenly turned cold, revealing an indescribable weirdness.
"It won't be easy if you want to find her. Go play survival games with that food, you disgusting cross-dresser!"
It burst into laughter, jumping and shouting on the table.
The word "cross-dresser" struck a chord in Zhu Yan's mind, and he instantly raised his guard.
What did it mean?
Had he been recognized?
Zhu Yan did not show any panic.
He asked politely, "What do you mean by cross-dresser?"
The voodoo doll spat at him.
"Doppelgangers are all cross-dressers."
Zhu Yan breathed a sigh of relief.
"You look just like the food. Like ginger that looks exactly like braised pork! Pah!"
"You can't have meat without ginger, but the [Carnival Paradise] can do without doppelgangers."
"Go to heaven, you!"
Zhu Yan almost laughed out loud.
In a good mood, he watched the voodoo doll hop away and leaned back relaxedly against his chair.
Ten minutes had passed...
A crisp and pleasant female voice announcement rang in his ears, sparing no praise for Zhu Yan.
"Player, your performance was brilliant, truly outstanding."
"You have once again toyed with both horror creatures and humans simultaneously. I am very glad to see you slowly gaining a foothold as the [Carnival Paradise] descends."
"No more words of praise are needed; I will now announce the rewards you have obtained in this instance."
Zhu Yan's spirits lifted.
"The overall clearance results for the [Devouring Villa] instance are as follows."
"Total number of players: two. Players cleared: two. Both are about to die or mutate."
Because they were infected with the [Plague Demon] virus, right.
Zhu Yan was already mentally prepared, even having the mood to silently make a sarcastic remark.
He would rather choose mutation.
"Among them, you ranked first with the highest score. The basic rewards are as follows."
"Rest days: ten days."
"Current accumulated rest days: thirty days."
"Of course, you can choose to enter the instance early. That is your freedom."
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?"
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
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!
g Yu was preparing for retirement when her organization decided to eliminate her. She transmigrated to a zombie apocalypse world. However, a tiny unexpected situation occurred: She somehow transformed into an adorable little girl?!
