The black mist this time was more exaggerated than the previous few times.
The thick black mist almost completely surrounded Li Hongtian. In the mist, a pair of sinister eyes faintly appeared and disappeared.
Li Hongtian's body shook violently, his skin instantly dried up, his face pale, his body weak.
Under the intense pain, blood mixed with sweat faintly flowed out of Li Hongtian's skin.
But his eyes showed a hint of madness.
The black mist forcibly surged into Li Hongtian's body. His eyes were sometimes violent, sometimes crazy, and his breath kept changing.
The tombstone of Grave Number Five also cracked silently.
Hey, can't hold it back anymore?
Li Hongtian's whole body trembled, he licked his dry lips, and took out a creepy little knife.
On the handle was a shrunken baby's head with its eyes closed.
He used all his strength and ruthlessly stabbed the dagger into his own heart without hesitation. Fresh blood kept flowing onto the baby's head along the knife.
The head creepily opened its eyes, glowing red, and its lips opened slightly, letting the blood flow into its mouth.
As the blood increased, the red light in the head's eyes became more intense.
Li Hongtian slowly closed his eyes and stopped breathing, with a faint smile at the corner of his mouth.
The black mist began to struggle violently, but no matter how it roiled, it could not escape from Li Hongtian's body.
Finally...
The black mist was completely immersed in Li Hongtian's body.
As Li Hongtian's heart blood gradually drained, the baby's eyes gradually closed.
Then, this creepy little knife slowly drilled into Li Hongtian's skin inch by inch, leaving only the baby's head exposed.
After a long time...
Li Hongtian suddenly opened his eyes and slowly stood up.
But there was no more heartbeat or breathing.
He looked at his pale skin and smiled with satisfaction: Did it work?
Haha...
From today onwards, I, Li Hongtian, will have eternal life!
Faint wisps of black mist emanated from his body. He glanced indifferently at the cracked tombstone of Grave Number Five and walked out of the cemetery.
Suddenly, an old man silently stood in front of him, blocking Li Hongtian's way.
Li Hongtian was emotionless, his deadened eyes looking indifferently at the old man, without the previous fear: I'm immortal now. As a fellow clansman, are you going to stop me?
The old man was as frail as a candle fluttering in the wind. He shakily raised his right hand and pointed a finger at Li Hongtian's forehead.
Li Hongtian's forehead suddenly exploded, leaving a bloody hole.
Blood kept flowing out of his forehead, but soon the wound healed as the black mist surged.
Haha, I said, from now on, I'm immortal.
Li Hongtian sneered. He ignored the old man and walked away.
The old man looked deeply at Li Hongtian's back. His outstretched hand gently clenched.
Li Hongtian's body shook violently and exploded out of thin air, turning into a mist of blood. Countless small pieces of flesh kept writhing on the ground, trying to piece themselves back together.
But each piece of flesh was surrounded by a faint aura that prevented them from healing no matter how they tried to reattach.
Thick black mist enveloped the flesh pieces, emitting bursts of roaring sounds.
The old man silently watched the flesh pieces for a long time before disappearing like a phantom.
Only a faint laugh lingered in the air.
Ha...
It took several hours for the aura around the flesh pieces to gradually dissipate, leaving only a shadow of the black mist.
The flesh pieces quickly healed and restored Li Hongtian's original appearance.
But now his face was even paler than before. The calmness and confidence in his eyes were completely replaced by fear.
He...
What kind of existence was he?
Li Hongtian stood there in a daze, muttering to himself, his body constantly trembling with fear.
After a long time, he staggered away from the suburban cemetery, no longer calm and arrogant as before.
In Wang Ye's room.
Wang Ye sat on a pink fluffy sofa, looking at Zhou Han: Let's talk?
How romantic. Zhou Han shyly sat down with a blushing face.
...
Ji Ziqian?
Looking at Zhou Han, Wang Ye said lightly.
Zhou Han looked at Wang Ye in confusion: Who is Ji Ziqian?
Then, as if thinking of something, her face was full of grievance. Tears swirled in her beautiful eyes: Did you cheat on me behind my back with another woman?
No reaction?
Wang Ye withdrew his gaze that had been fixed on Zhou Han, and pondered slightly.
Really...don't remember?
Seeing Zhou Han looking as if she would cry at any moment, Wang Ye's expression was still cold: I believe your situation is not good either. Only cooperation can lead to mutual benefit.
The tears in Zhou Han's eyes receded. She looked at Wang Ye worriedly: Are you...stupid?
Glancing lightly at Zhou Han, Wang Ye shook his head slightly and stood up: When you make up your mind, you can come to me.
With that, Wang Ye opened the door and walked out.
Zhou Han sat on the sofa, her eyes blank for a moment, then turned cold.
Watching Wang Ye's departing back, Zhou Han's sexy lips curled into a faint smile: Hehe, little guy, do you think I'm stupid?
Outside...
Wang Ye breathed a sigh of relief, his back slightly damp with sweat.
Xiao Si was standing silently outside the door at some point, invisible, but ready to attack at any time.
Taking out his phone which now had Zhang ZiLiang's number, Wang Ye tapped and operated it for a while. An image appeared on the phone screen.
In the image, Zhou Han looked coldly at the direction of the door, her eyes full of indifference.
Heh, indeed, a person from decades ago doesn't know about surveillance cameras.
In the corner of the sofa opposite Zhou Han was a tiny camera aimed at Zhou Han.
Wang Ye silently turned off his phone, completely resolving one of his doubts. Lost in thought, he returned to his room, took out the densely filled diary, and kept writing in it.
After a long time, Wang Ye closed the diary and put it on the desk.
Since people came to the house often, it was better to put it openly on the table than to hide it.
Anyway, the diary was full of nonsense and mostly useless scribbles. Apart from himself, no one else could understand its contents.
Complicated threads intertwined in Wang Ye's mind.
Wang Ye closed his tired eyes to rest.
On the back of Xiao Si's head, chest and dantian were three half-burnt paper money talismans. He stood stiffly in the corner.
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."
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
+【Epic Battles!】 "Your Highness, they say Linxi Temple is miraculous. Won’t you make a wish?" "A wish? It should be making wishes to me." "That may be so, but since you’re already here..." "..." "Fine. Then grant this princess a consort to play with." "He must be obedient, devoted, and utterly infatuated with my body—so much so that he’d kneel and kiss my feet." "Your Highness, that’s not a consort. That’s a dog." "Then add clever, witty, heroic, ambitious yet pragmatic..." "Hmm, that’s enough for now. I’ll add more later." After tossing out these words half in jest, Princess Anle departed the temple—only to catch a fleeting glimpse of the Bodhisattva statue smiling at her. Meanwhile, Yang An, fresh out of university, was having a very bad day. Good news: He’d transmigrated into another world with a cheat granting tenfold combat power. Bad news: He’d immediately fallen into the clutches of a certain villainess. Good news: Said villainess possessed peerless beauty and royal status. Bad news: She was absolutely monstrous!!! In the frozen wilderness, Yang An knelt beneath Qin Guo’er’s feet, drenched in sweat despite the cold. Desperately clutching her porcelain-perfect foot—the very one poised to crush his throat—he could only think: How do I survive this?! Need answers NOW!
