Inside Lin'an city.
Filled with despair, wailing.
On the ground, corpses everywhere.
All the corpses, waist-severed, cut in half.
On the streets, countless dead bodies turned into ghost slaves, shuffling with stiff steps, wandering on the streets.
Every ghost slave's waist had a blood line.
Some ghost slaves even walked with their upper bodies directly falling to the ground.
Then, they would support themselves with their arms to crawl back to their legs and reconnect themselves.
Amongst such horror...
Lin'an city right now was like hell, the smell of blood rushing to the heavens.
Almost no pedestrians could be seen on the streets, everyone was in hiding.
From time to time, when people were discovered, shrill screams could be heard.
Soon after, the people who had just died would become new ghost slaves, getting up again, ceaselessly searching.
The rich, pungent smell of blood made one nauseous.
The car...
Slowly came to a stop.
The postal car was clearly conveying a resisting mood, unwilling to go further in.
It seemed like the bloody smell would stimulate the postal car.
Cannot be tainted by blood...
Wang Ye looked at where the postal car tires were stained by blood, the bloody areas continuously corroding the tires.
As Wang Ye and Xiao Si got off, the postal car started up by itself, quickly leaving until disappearing from sight.
Hmph, even the way back is gone now.
Wang Ye muttered to himself, silently taking out the ghost blade, gripping it tightly.
Having lost the postal car's protection, all the ghost slaves wandering on the streets instantly focused their gazes on Wang Ye, then manipulating their stiff bodies ceaselessly rushed at Wang Ye.
A flash of coldness passed through Wang Ye's eyes, a hint of a cold smile appeared as he mercilessly swung the blade in his hand.
With his current physical capabilities, he would not feel tired performing these motions continuously for a day.
And as long as he didn't use the ghost blade's dismembering abilities, this blade was just like an ordinary long sword.
On the ground, blood flowed.
Wang Ye's body emitted a thick killing aura, as he lightly strode across the shattered corpses on the ground.
In the corner shadows, a bluish-black skinned baby boy crawled on the ground, its protruding single eye looking at Wang Ye's back figure malignantly.
Then, the baby boy rushed out at an extremely fast speed, using its head to smash at Wang Ye.
Xiao Si, who had been silently following Wang Ye's side with a expressionless face, suddenly moved, reaching out a hand to grab the baby boy's neck.
The baby boy's malignant gaze still glared at Wang Ye as it ceaselessly swung its limbs.
Its speed and power had undergone massive changes.
A level two ghost slave...
Sensing the earlier speed of the baby boy, Wang Ye sank into slight contemplation as he murmured to himself.
His eyebrows knitted slightly.
Although this kind of ghost slave still could not harm him, if their numbers grew, it would be troublesome.
The main point was...he was uncertain whether even higher level ghost slaves existed.
A city-massacring level ghost was likely no matter how he imagined it.
As Wang Ye signaled, Xiao Si ruthlessly twisted the baby boy's neck, but its malignant gaze still stared fixedly at Wang Ye.
Need to destroy the head again...
Very bloody...
Sighing slightly, Wang Ye lifted his foot and stomped on the baby boy's head.
The head shattered.
From level two ghost slaves, destroying the head was necessary.
This ghost...its power is so strong.
Wang Ye's eyes flashed a solemn look as he lightly flicked the fresh blood off the ghost blade.
The dozen plus ghost slaves on this street had all been dealt with.
At this time, a closed shop door opened, over ten people with joyful expressions on their faces ran out.
You've come to save us!
Hurry take me out, I don't want to die!
Some people couldn't bear the enormous pressure and cried out loud.
Even more people started cheering.
Shut up! A flash of coldness passed through Wang Ye's eyes as he yelled coldly.
Want to lure more ghost slaves out?
If you want to die, I won't stop you.
Wang Ye disregarded the survivors coolly: I advise you, you'd best go back and hide, if you're lucky, you may still survive.
Having said that, Wang Ye turned to leave.
What do you mean!
Why aren't you taking us out of the city!
That's right, we're so close to the city gates!
Yes, weren't you here to save us!
Wang Ye stopped and turned back, coldly looking at these people, a hint of a cold smile on his lips: Trust me, even if you narrowly survive this time.
With your brains, you would still die within three years.
In this world, relying on others is not as good as relying on oneself.
Having said that, Wang Ye left with Xiao Si.
Suddenly...
A gunshot sounded from behind him.
A bullet shot towards Wang Ye's back, blocked by the ghost uniform, falling to the ground with a crisp ring.
A middle-aged man held a pistol aimed at Wang Ye, his gun-holding hand trembling.
Seeing the bullet unexpectedly fail to penetrate Wang Ye's body, his face was filled with shock and disbelief.
Wang Ye looked at the man expressionlessly, lightly saying: Why?
You...you said, relying on others is not as good as relying on oneself.
Take me out, otherwise...
I'll shoot again. You must have a way to take me out!
Having said that, the middle-aged man forcefully swallowed, his eyes hinting malignance, his expression gradually becoming crazed.
That's right, you must take us out.
Otherwise we'll kill you!
The other survivors also had fierce looks in their eyes, staring fixedly at Wang Ye.
Hmph...
Wang Ye lightly laughed: You learned quickly.
I did say, relying on others is not as good as relying on oneself, now...I'll teach you another lesson.
Self-preservation is not on the basis of harming others, especially...those much stronger than you.
Having said that, in the next second Wang Ye disappeared from his original spot, appearing in front of the middle-aged man, and his pistol was in Wang Ye's hands unknowingly.
With basic awareness of the supernatural, this should be common knowledge.
In dangerous situations, don't make any sounds, otherwise...
Ghosts will come looking for you.
Wang Ye coldly laughed, crushing the pistol into a twisted lump of scrap metal, coldly looking at the frightened people, then leaving.
Shortly after Wang Ye left...innumerable ghost slaves appeared on the street.
Along with shrill screams.
Foolish people indeed do not live long.
Wang Ye softly sighed, no longer exposing himself on the street, but shuttling ceaselessly through the shadows.
Now...
He didn't even know where that ghost's source was.
Recklessly exposing himself on the streets would only lure more foolish people, wasting his time, as well as costing them their lives.
Not far away on a rooftop, a cold gaze silently watched Wang Ye, then...
A figure slowly disappeared from the rooftop.
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?!
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.
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!
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."
