After all, she also disliked Gu Heng's arrogant personality and Lin Wanxing's bleeding-heart syndrome.
Therefore, regarding the things Lin Wanxing wanted to do, he could only use the rules to block her. Over time, under Gu Heng's instigation, Lin Wanxing came to believe that Fang Zhiyi was deliberately making things difficult for her. Thus, she felt Fang Zhiyi was cold-blooded and ruthless, and those who received her favors also thought Fang Zhiyi was a selfish guy who only cared about stealing credit.
Meanwhile, the squad's personnel continuously suffered casualties. Today, one died because of Lin Wanxing's unauthorized actions; tomorrow, two more would die because she pitied an aberration and stopped the team from dealing the killing blow.
When facing that high-level aberration, Fang Zhiyi was originally leading the team. Unlike Gu Heng, he had made careful deployments, but the lack of cooperation from some people led to the deaths of Li Fei and a few others. For the first time, Fang Zhiyi lost his temper. He harshly reprimanded Gu Heng for forming cliques and Lin Wanxing for being generous at the expense of others, playing the saint while demanding sacrifices from everyone else.
These words completely offended the two of them, and the entire squad fell apart. Shortly after that, Lin Wanxing picked up the male lead, a young man who refused to accept any goodwill. Because the male lead was brooding over the deaths of his fellow villagers, he actually sneaked around and dismantled the city's warning system, wanting to leave. However, he encountered a powerful aberration on the way. Without hesitation, he turned around and ran straight for the breach, and the aberration followed him, slaughtering its way into the city.
That day, countless residents in the city lost their lives. Yet, in the face of accusations, Lin Wanxing still protected him.
"He didn't do it on purpose! He's just a child!"
Fang Zhiyi looked at everything he had worked so hard to protect turn into the ruins before him, and he could no longer suppress the signs of his infection. Gu Heng also found a way out: pushing all the blame onto Fang Zhiyi.
He claimed that Fang Zhiyi had been infected long ago and that this incident was entirely his fault.
That very day, Fang Zhiyi became a traitor to humanity, a running dog for the aberrations. The former hero was tied up by them. Looking at the angry mob, at Gu Heng holding Lin Wanxing not far away, and at the young man with a defiant face, Fang Zhiyi's heart was filled with bitterness. However, he soon knew nothing at all.
Because of his mental breakdown, the aberration completely took over his body.
In a daze, he saw his subordinates; they were all waiting for him.
"Ugh... hiss..." Fang Zhiyi was momentarily speechless. "Did I kill that troublemaker?"
Little Hei replied, "You are truly brave. That kid only decided to learn from Gu Heng after you died, and then he gradually grew step by step. It was quite melodramatic later on; Gu Heng gradually turned evil, and the final battle was between that protagonist and Gu Heng. I just took a nap, and you actually killed the protagonist?"
It paused, "Damn, you even drove those two things away?"
"I had no choice. They were too annoying to look at."
Silence.
"Will the Heavenly Dao continue to strike me with lightning?"
"Probably not..."
"What do you mean, probably?"
"Dig the pit a bit deeper. What if the boss comes back to life again?" Li Fei's voice drifted over.
"Li Fei, you just want the captain dead so you can be the captain."
"No, I don't! It's just that he... he... he sat up again." Li Fei's face was deathly pale.
"Last time was an accident. This time he's definitely dead. Being struck by that kind of lightning, even an aberration would be wiped out," Zhou Hao muttered. "What's wrong with you? Did you see a ghost?"
He turned his head.
"Ghost!"
Fang Zhiyi looked at them, somewhat unsure of how to explain it himself. This world was too thrilling; he had died twice right off the bat.
Fortunately, he was different from the original owner. Not only was his spirit more resilient, but he had also actively absorbed the filthy aura of the aberrations. After all, he had cultivated immortality, been an aberration, been a demon king, and even been a ghost... protecting his heart meridians was basically an automatic reflex.
Looking at his few trusted subordinates gathering around, Fang Zhiyi opened his mouth, and a puff of black smoke came out.
"Well..." Fang Zhiyi suddenly tilted to the side and collapsed again.
When he woke up again, he was finally in a bed.
Looking at Li Fei, who was slumped by the bed snoring loudly, Fang Zhiyi raised his hand and slapped him.
Li Fei looked up in a daze. Fang Zhiyi enunciated every word clearly: "You brat, if you ever try to burn me again, I will rip your head off."
It was still that hillside, that graveyard, that red coffin.
A female corpse wrapped in a blood-stained white cloth lay quietly in the coffin. Sensing someone approaching, it suddenly opened its eyes, and a twisted smile gradually crept onto its face.
Suddenly, a woman's sobbing echoed.
Fang Zhiyi frowned. "Coffin Lady."
"What is a Coffin Lady?" Li Fei was a bit confused. It should be known that they only classified aberrations by level and number. Hearing this title suddenly, they all found it somewhat novel.
Fang Zhiyi looked at the coffin exuding a heavy stench of blood. "Did these guys dig through to another aberration world...?"
He glanced at his few trusted subordinates. He had already sent the others away to do chores. When he led a team, he didn't need that many people.
"Coffin Lady is just a title, like a number. In... another place, some women are made into a Coffin Lady." He slightly curled his fingers, tucking his pinky against the first joint of his ring finger, and then slightly bending his ring finger to rest on his middle finger. However, it was still useless. It seemed what Little Hei said was true; this world did not have those laws of heaven and earth. "Women who die in childbirth are wrapped in white cloth smeared with crow's blood. Their corpses are hung upside down for seven days until black water seeps out. The person in charge of the ritual then takes glutinous rice soaked in menstrual blood to seal the nine orifices of the corpse, and finally nails her into a locust wood coffin."
Shen Yue frowned deeply. "What a ruthless method, but for what purpose?"
Li Fei also carefully circled around at this time. "Exactly, why hold a grudge against a corpse?"
Fang Zhiyi glanced at them. "Legend has it that after doing this, the woman will continue to provide for her husband's family even after death, ensuring the safety of their descendants for three generations."
"Ugh... how ignorant!" Li Fei concluded.
"Then how do we deal with her?" Zhou Hao asked. "Last time, it was this aberration that caused the deaths of quite a few of our people."
"The best way is to... retreat. Just ignore this coffin," Fang Zhiyi said, turning around to leave. This kind of aberration wasn't too harmful.
"Save me..." A woman's voice faintly drifted over, and everyone looked toward the coffin.
"If Lin Wanxing were here, she would definitely demand that we save her, right?" Li Fei suddenly said.
Shen Yue moved a bit further away from him in disgust. "Are you infected by her?"
Li Fei spat. "No way!"
Shen Yue looked at him with scrutiny and a trace of disdain. "She's already gone back, yet you're still obsessing over her."
villain is the number one simp for the book's leading female protagonist, Shen Wan'er. As expected, he later becomes a tool for the main character to show off and slap faces, ultimately meeting a tragic end with his family ruined and his life in shambles. Fortunately, he awakens the [Universal Pure Love System], which allows him to earn points by performing acts of pure love. To change his fate, Gu Yan makes a decisive choice to seek warmth and companionship with the book's biggest villain—Cold Qingqiu. ........... My name is Leng Qingqiu. To find the murderer who killed my parents years ago, I deliberately blinded myself so that everyone would lower their guard around me. Just as I was secretly accumulating power and capital according to my initial plan, a man walked into my world. "Lengleng, Qingqing, Qiuqiu, which nickname do you prefer?" I don't like any of them. You'd better leave quickly! "Why aren't you saying anything? How about I call you my baby wife?" Leng Qingqiu thinks to herself, this man is truly annoying! (Stubborn pure love warrior + single female lead + true pure love + 1v1)
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!
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?"
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
