Zhang Xiao shook her head: No.
Because I can't dissect myself, and I have no way to record data...
She thought for a moment: But I will train my assistant, and then let her dissect me and give her as much advice as possible before I die.
This woman is either a very thoughtful person, or...just crazy.
But the former...doesn't seem to be the case.
How can there be such a weird person!
What if I disagree?
Wang Ye looked at Zhang Xiao with icy eyes.
Zhang Xiao scratched her messy hair, a little tangled: I don't know what to do either, so I want you to make the conditions...
...
Crazy woman number two!
Wang Ye hesitated to label Zhang Xiao as this, and looked strangely at Zhou Han beside him with a smile on her face.
Why do I only meet a group of monsters.
It's because I came into contact with a plant that I awakened, not because of my body.
He didn't say gloves, but changed it to plants. Because it was hard for him to explain why the gloves were fused into his body.
Plants? Where, what does it look like, is there any left?
Zhang Xiao's eyes suddenly lit up, and her speech speed increased significantly!
It's gone, just one, goodbye.
Wang Ye realized that in the face of this madwoman, the best way was to leave decisively.
With that said, he didn't even have the patience to respond to Zhang Xiao, turned and disappeared into the crowd.
Zhou Han looked curiously at Zhang Xiao, then at Wang Ye's departing figure, and laughed softly behind her hand.
Plants!
Why is there such a plant.
It shouldn't be...
Wang Ye...Wang Ye?
Zhang Xiao seemed to have gone mad, murmuring to herself incessantly, suddenly thinking of something, wanting to confirm with Wang Ye, but found that Wang Ye had already left.
No, I have to find Wang Ye...
With that said, Zhang Xiao turned around and went to Wang Ye's house.
Behind her, a woman who had remained silent sighed slightly: Dr. Zhang, I suggest you go back to the lab first, otherwise Wang Ye will be annoyed and won't say anything then.
Oh.
Zhang Xiao nodded disappointedly, scratched her messy hair, and returned to the headquarters disappointed...
Back home, Wang Ye breathed a long sigh of relief.
Zhou Han leaned against the door of Wang Ye's house, looking at Wang Ye, her face full of ridicule.
Now there's one more who wants to dissect you.
As she spoke, Zhou Han's eyes drifted, constantly scanning Wang Ye's body.
Wang Ye glanced coldly at Zhou Han without saying a word, but had Xiaosi close the door.
Outside the door, Zhou Han's smile grew thicker and thicker, and it was a long time before she slowly left.
The suburb cemetery.
Li Hongtian's figure appeared silently, looked warily at the entrance, found no old man's figure, breathed a sigh of relief, and walked in.
Walking in familiarly, it was obvious that Li Hongtian was not here for the first time...
Looking at the cracked tombstone of Grave No. 6, Li Hongtian's expression was solemn, and it took him a long time to take off his backpack.
Then, he took out piece after piece of bloody flesh from his backpack and silently placed it in front of Grave No. 5.
Grave No. 5 trembled slightly, the flesh dried up at an extremely fast speed, soon dried, and completely disappeared into the air with the light wind.
Then, a faint black mist floated out of the cracks in the tombstone.
Li Hongtian's eyes flashed with joy under his gold-rimmed glasses, inhaling vigorously.
The black mist slowly entered his body along Li Hongtian's nostrils, his complexion gradually turned pale, and his body trembled slightly.
After a long time...
The black mist disappeared.
And Li Hongtian's complexion gradually turned ruddy again.
Clenching his fist hard and feeling the changes in his body, a faint smile appeared at the corner of Li Hongtian's mouth. He skillfully wiped the blood stains in front of the tomb, put on his backpack, and left.
As if nothing had happened.
It's just that the cracks in Gravestone No. 5 seemed to have grown a little bigger.
Night.
Sitting on the newly bought sofa, Wang Ye held a withered fruit in his hand, with a thoughtful look in his eyes.
This was what he touched on the corpse of the owner of Grave No. 6.
And the owner of Grave No. 6 was suspected to have been killed by Xiaosi.
But this was questioned by Wang Ye. Because of the missing internal organs.
Unless the internal organs were eaten by Xiaosi, or stuffed into the body, it was hard to explain otherwise. But after Xiaosi came back, Wang Ye observed that there was no blood on her body.
This made Wang Ye always doubt this matter.
Unless at that time in the suburb cemetery, there was a third person.
But for some reason, although the internal organs were removed, the fruit was left behind.
Wang Ye checked all the information files in his authority, but found no record of this fruit.
But whenever he held this fruit, his body would have a strong desire.
Eat it!
This desire kept eroding Wang Ye's brain.
It also made him more cautious.
There was only one fruit, it would be a pity to let Zhou Han try it.
Wang Ye muttered to himself.
Then he silently looked at Xiaosi.
Pondering, Wang Ye got up and walked to the numb Xiaosi, and gently brought the fruit to Xiaosi's mouth.
Xiaosi still had a stiff expression and did not move at all.
Won't resist?
Wang Ye's eyes flickered as he muttered thoughtfully.
Feeling the strong desire within himself, Wang Ye took a deep breath and regained his composure.
Night...
Gradually deepened.
Wang Ye looked at the fruit in front of him, not knowing how long he had been silent.
In his previous life, others said he was a gambler, a mad gambler...
That was because besides his life, he had nothing else. To live, to live better, he had no choice but to gamble his life.
Including this life...
When he first reborn in school, he could still take steps that might lead to hell with a 50% chance of survival.
But I don't know when...
He seemed to be afraid, seemed to cherish his life.
Perhaps it was because he owned the post office? Or was it because he awakened his superpowers?
Unknowingly, he seemed to have...faded away the rogue temperament in his bones.
Including now, holding a fruit that could potentially enhance his strength, but could also kill him.
He hesitated for so long.
In his previous life, he should have eaten it without hesitation, right?
No matter if there was only a 1% chance that it could enhance his strength.
But...is his life really worth money now?
The terrifying severed hand, the mysterious old man, the five awakeners in the wasteland, and the existence in his room that looked exactly like him.
After all, he was still just a worthless life.
In this damned world, on the verge of entering the second eternal night, being timid would still not escape death.
Rather than dying silently in paranormal events, it's better...
To fight his own way out!
What the so-called Ghost King, he preferred the previous title.
Gambler!
At some point, a faint smile appeared at the corner of Wang Ye's mouth. Without hesitation, he put the mysterious fruit into his mouth.
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"
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.”
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
