Outside the hospital.
Pah! It's just a ghost, Lord Mao will easily find it!
Mao Yong’an looked at Wang Ye arrogantly and boasted.
Encouraged by Wang Ye’s gaze, he took out the broken compass and reluctantly squeezed out a drop of blood onto it.
The compass spun rapidly.
A wisp of energy fluttered in the air.
After a long time...
Success!
Mao Yong’an's eyes lit up, then he frowned slightly, puzzled: Why is the compass pointing to two places?
Are there two ghosts here?
Hearing his words, Wang Ye thought for a moment: Which one is the fiercest?
Mao Yong'an pointed to one direction without any hesitation.
Recalling the map, Wang Ye vaguely had a target in mind.
The laboratory?
Every city has its own laboratory, where all kinds of weird things are researched. This ghost going to the laboratory...
Is it looking for something?
Let's go and find out.
Tightening the backpack carrying the red lantern on his back, Wang Ye's expression became more solemn.
He tied the ghost knife firmly to his hand with the ghost rope, with a hint of killing intent in his eyes, and headed for the laboratory.
Mao Yong'an followed Wang Ye with a very dissatisfied look, mumbling something all the time.
On the roof of the Heaven Division, Luo Ping stood at the top of the roof, looking down at the whole city, with an expression as cold as ever.
Father, would you be proud of me?
Luo Ping softly put down the black box in his hand and whispered to himself.
Then he opened the box, and a pale middle-aged man suddenly opened his bloodshot eyes.
He slowly walked out of the box, his face stiff, his eyes empty, standing in front of Luo Ping.
Luo Ping looked at the middle-aged man and smiled for the first time, a touch of warmth appeared on his cold face: Father, I'm about to succeed.
As he spoke, Luo Ping slowly raised his hand and excitedly rested it on the man's head.
The next second...
Luo Ping plucked the man's head off.
Hehe... Hahahaha...
With a hint of madness in his eyes, Luo Ping held his father's head in his hand, laughing silently.
Behind him stood densely packed figures like his father.
There were middle-aged, old people, including children...
Everyone's eyeballs were slightly red, stiff, standing hollowly behind Luo Ping.
Grandpa, son, you will be proud of me!
Luo Ping's emotions became more and more excited, his face was full of hideousness, with a hint of crazy smile at the corners of his mouth.
Then, in the black box, he took out a round bucket marked with a hospital logo.
The bucket was full of blood.
Let's... start this grand ceremony!
As Luo Ping's voice fell, the figures behind him quickly withered and gradually turned into dried corpses.
In the air, wisps of energy fluttered and eventually fell into the blood.
The blood in the bucket boiled as if boiling, surging slightly and giving off red light.
Blood of psychic fighters, neutralized by the energy of loved ones...
Luo Ping licked his lips excitedly, looking at his family members who had become dried corpses, smiling unrestrainedly...
And the energy contained in the blood in the bucket seemed to become more and more powerful.
Damn, why are these ghost slaves getting more and more fierce!
If this continues, Lord Mao will have to run away, I'm here to enjoy, not to play with my life!
Mao Yong'an leaned against the wall in embarrassment, looking at the three-level ghost slave corpse that he had killed with great effort, and kept panting.
Soon, back to Heaven Division, I’ll introduce you to beautiful women.
Sensing the gradually changing strength of the ghost slaves, Wang Ye said lightly.
Mao Yong'an was very disdainful: Pah! Lord Mao has seen all kinds of beauties...seen...oh my god!
Wang Ye silently showed Mao Yong’an a photo of Zhou Han, flashing it in front of Mao Yong’an’s eyes!
Quick, Lord Mao will kill that ghost, then take me back to Beijing!
Lord Mao is going to fall in love.
My surname is Mao, her smile is so sweet and cute, our child will be called Mao Gang!
Filled with excitement, Mao Yong’an immediately became motivated, looking forwardly in the direction pointed out by the compass.
Seeing Mao Yong’an's state, Wang Ye chuckled lightly.
As expected, Zhou Han's charm is irresistible...
Looking at the entrance of the laboratory, Wang Ye regained his mind and his expression gradually became serious.
He could clearly feel a strong aura filling the entire laboratory.
And at the entrance of the laboratory, three psychic fighter ghost slaves looked at Wang Ye and the others with empty eyes.
Damn, Lord Mao will fight you!
For Mao Gang!
Shouting passionately, Mao Yong’an’s body quickly backed away. He took out the head from his backpack again and threw it at the three ghost slaves.
Then, the doll on his shoulder roared and jumped to the ground. Its body instantly became huge, like a wild bear, full of power, and slammed into the three ghost slaves.
More exaggeratedly, he took out a mysterious dark fruit and threw it at the feet of the three ghost slaves.
The fruit shook slightly, inflated instantly, and exploded with a loud bang.
Wang Ye, who was just about to take action, looked at the shattered three corpses being constantly devoured by the head.
...
This guy is so fierce.
Wang Ye silently glanced at Mao Yong'an, a little silent.
A real treasure boy.
The difficulty of hell mode seemed to have become much simpler.
Let's start!
On the roof, the energy in the blood in the bucket had reached its peak at this moment.
Father, it's your turn.
Luo Ping looked affectionately at his father's head in his hand.
Then he threw the head into the bucket.
The head suddenly opened its eyes, looked at Luo Ping resentfully, roared reluctantly, then sank powerlessly to the bottom of the bucket.
The blood gradually stopped boiling and calmed down.
Luo Ping took out a gilded box from his pocket and gently opened it.
Inside the box, an eyeball, emitted a strange glow the moment the box opened.
At the same time.
A low roar came from the direction of the laboratory, and a terrifying aura instantly permeated the entire Lin'an City.
Detected it?
Luo Ping licked his lips excitedly: And... the heart.
He looked in the direction of the hospital.
Strangely, it was silent in the direction of the hospital.
Luo Ping frowned slightly, seeming to have thought of something, and gritted his teeth: Damn, someone is there as expected!
Forget it, just a low-level heart.
Luo Ping mumbled to himself, and turned his gaze to the direction of the laboratory, waiting silently.
At the entrance of the laboratory.
Hearing the roars coming from inside, Wang Ye's expression became serious.
The red lantern appeared in his hand.
In the other hand, he held a paper money.
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?!
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
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?"
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!
