Could it be... there were people with abilities even before the Eternal Night?
Wang Ye took a deep breath as he watched the middle-aged ghost walking ahead, seemingly not noticing him and Zhou Han at all. Wang Ye frowned slightly.
"It didn't trigger the ghost's murder rule?"
Wang Ye muttered to himself, then took off the rope and threw one end into the air.
Zhou Han caught the rope and exchanged a glance with Wang Ye...
Along the way, she had already understood the use of the rope, and was also shocked by its formidable power.
"Tie him up!"
Wang Ye only said one word, but Zhou Han instantly understood his intention.
Then the two, one on the ground and one in the air, held each end of the rope respectively, and frantically wound around the ghost.
In just a few seconds, the rope was wrapped around the ghost.
His somewhat stiff gait came to a halt, looking as suppressed as the previous ghosts, with vacant eyes.
"Did it work?"
Wang Ye frowned slightly. Was it too easy?
Zhou Han let out a joyful laugh, her eyes fixed on the prayer beads on the ghost's wrist.
"This rope of yours is just too amazing!"
Zhou Han cheered as she landed on the ground and ran towards the ghost.
In the distance, Wang Ye, who had been staring intently at the ghost, suddenly changed his expression: "Retreat, quick!"
From his angle, he could see the ghost's fingers twitch slightly!
"Hmm?"
Zhou Han subconsciously stopped in her tracks, looking at Wang Ye somewhat puzzled.
Then...
The ghost's only eye suddenly opened, emanating a sinister glow, and the rope trembled slightly before falling to the ground.
Wang Ye's pupils shrank slightly!
The rope...failed?
Ever since obtaining the rope, it had brought Wang Ye great convenience during several supernatural events.
But he didn't expect...
Facing this guy, the rope had actually...lost its effect.
"Damn it!"
Wang Ye gritted his teeth slightly, gently took off the paper money stuck to the back of his hand. The next second, his hands gradually emanated an eerie red glow.
On his palms, a ghostly face with a gloomy smile emerged.
And Zhou Han, who was already close to the ghost, suddenly met the ghost's gaze.
The next second...
The middle-aged ghost's face revealed a somewhat stiff smile, then his eyes flickered with faint red light.
Zhou Han's face instantly turned pale.
There was a trace of panic in her eyes.
She...couldn't move.
The ghost then slowly raised his arm, facing Zhou Han from afar, and hacked down at her with a slow speed...
Although the arm was far from Zhou Han, a bizarre wound suddenly appeared on top of Zhou Han's head, blood trickling down slowly.
As the ghost's arm fell, the wound grew bigger and bigger.
"Long range curse kill?"
"Not a curse kill, it's..."
"Shadow!"
Wang Ye stood in the distance, his mind racing frantically, and suddenly, he saw a shadow emerge from the middle-aged man's body, connecting to Zhou Han's shadow from afar.
And that shadow was holding a knife, hacking at Zhou Han's shadow.
Wang Ye gritted his teeth, facing the ghost's eyes, he suddenly raised his palm. On his palm, the ghostly face abruptly opened its eyes wide, casting a resentful gaze at the middle-aged ghostly shadow.
The middle-aged ghostly shadow trembled slightly, and the arm suspended in mid-air froze in place, no longer falling down.
Taking advantage of the brief moment, Wang Ye swiftly rushed over, pulling Zhou Han to retreat swiftly into the distance.
On the ground, Zhou Han's shadow seemed to be restrained, trembling ceaselessly.
While Zhou Han was like her soul had departed, with vacant eyes and no movement, allowing Wang Ye to pull her along.
"Fool, I was cursed by you!"
Wang Ye gritted his teeth, putting Zhou Han down. In his hand was a flesh scraping knife stained with blood, aiming at the shadow split from the ghostly shadow, forcefully stabbing down.
The next second...
The ghostly shadow let out a shrill scream, its shadow contracting swiftly back into the middle-aged man's body.
And Zhou Han's shadow...
Still trembling...
Returned...
The next second, the vacant look in Zhou Han's eyes regained their spirit, though her complexion was very pale.
Wang Ye covered his chest and let out a low roar from the pain, his hand trembling as he put away the flesh scraping knife!
Though powerful, the flesh scraping knife's side effects...
Were similarly obvious.
To kill a thousand enemies, harm yourself by eight hundred.
"Are you...alright."
Seeing Wang Ye's pained expression, Zhou Han's eyes were complex, and she exceptionally asked normally.
Wang Ye took a deep breath, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and with difficulty, stood up: "Now's not the time for chitchat, think of a way to deal with him!"
"If we can't handle him, abandon this plan and leave!"
In his chest, the pain slowly eased. Wang Ye took a deep breath and said.
"Alright..."
Zhou Han fell silent for a few seconds, before floating in the air again. Eyes closed, her body emanated wisps of white light, hair fluttering automatically.
Her entire being exuded a sacred aura.
While the middle-aged ghost who kept shrieking in pain was frozen in place.
"Quickly get the stuff, I can only suppress him for ten seconds."
Suddenly, Zhou Han's voice rang out in the air, but bizarrely, Zhou Han did not speak with her mouth.
Wang Ye's eyes flickered, he gritted his teeth and endured the pain in his body, charging swiftly to the middle-aged ghost, swiftly snatching the prayer beads on his wrist at an extremely fast speed.
His other hand reached into the Zhongshan suit's pocket, taking out a golden fruit.
The toes of his feet lightly hooked up the rope on the ground, and Wang Ye prepared to retreat.
But...
There seemed to be a note in the right pocket of the Zhongshan suit!
Wang Ye's eyes were instantly drawn in, flickering slightly as he took out the note, but at this time, Zhou Han's body in the air shook violently.
Sensing the ghost's aura reviving, Wang Ye frantically retreated backwards.
Finally unable to support herself in the air, Zhou Han fell down from mid-air.
Wang Ye precisely caught Zhou Han and held her in his arms, swiftly fleeing into the distance.
The middle-aged ghost let out a silent roar, gazing resentfully at Wang Ye's back, raising his palm once more.
On the ground, a shadow darted out at an extremely fast speed, chasing after Wang Ye.
Wang Ye gritted his teeth slightly, threw a tattered doll that he had been grasping all along onto the ground.
The ghostly shadow instantly connected to the doll.
As the middle-aged ghost's palm fell, the doll was cleaved into two halves from the top of its head.
Taking advantage of this brief gap, Wang Ye carried Zhou Han and vanished into the mist.
After a long while...
The middle-aged ghost's eyes turned vacant once more, wandering aimlessly in place...
A gust of gloomy wind blew past...
The woman with a bronze nail hammered into the center of her forehead appeared by the side of the middle-aged ghost.
Her numb expression raised her hand, lightly tugging at the middle-aged ghost.
In mid-air, the middle-aged ghost's shadow beneath his feet twisted and was tugged out, the woman clenched the shadow in her hand like putty, gently kneading it.
After a long while...
She slowly pressed the shadow onto the ground beneath her feet.
Originally without a shadow, she now suddenly had a shadow...
And her eyes seemed to regain some color.
While the middle-aged ghost stiffly collapsed onto the ground, his body rapidly rotting into a dried corpse.
Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
ap a wealthy young lady? Or else I'll be eliminated by the system? Ye Feng, who awakened the Kidnapper System, originally wanted to live a peaceful life but never imagined he would become a kidnapper of young women. However, after some time, he discovered that all the girls the system ordered him to kidnap were far from ordinary. "Big brother Ye Feng~ You've kidnapped my heart, and now you're not allowed to leave me ever again~" "Ye Feng~ You kidnapped me back then, now it's my turn to capture you♡" "Little Feng, you're mine! You can only be mine!" "Ye Feng, none of them deserve you. Only I love you the most♡" ... This is madness, they've all gone mad! Wait, what? Why are all the girls I kidnapped yanderes?!
