Watching the disappearing figures of the two, Liu Qian's face was a little disappointed.
As expected...
Even with my own efforts to awaken a second time, I'm still just a burden, huh?
Looking at Liu Qian's emotions, Wang Qiang smiled self-deprecatingly: Feeling wronged? Wang Ye was actually right, compared to his strength, we're still too far away.
Rather than complain, it'd be better to focus our efforts on what we can do now, and improve our own strength as soon as possible.
After all, supernatural events are increasing. To survive, we have to prove our value.
Speaking, Wang Qiang turned and left, busily directing investigators and evacuating crowds, sealing off the scene.
Liu Qian was silent for a moment before her eyes became determined again. She watched the ghosts produced by the ghost realm, constantly recording data.
Tian Group Headquarters.
Is this all?
Li Xinghe leaned back in his chair, looking at a list and asked.
Zhang Ziliang nodded: They're all just small fries, the big ones are still hiding.
They’re all from the Buddhist faction. Li Xinghe suddenly said.
Zhang Ziliang silently nodded, standing by the window, seemingly lost in thought. After a long time: Perhaps we could stage another incident.
Su Changqing?
Li Xinghe pondered slightly.
Zhang Ziliang nodded, his expression somewhat solemn.
If Su Changqing really has problems, it means Tian Group is rotten to the core.
Hutong District.
A bloody smell lingered faintly in the air, making it feel somewhat oppressive.
The streets were empty, with occasional faint chewing sounds coming from the surrounding rooms.
The moment they entered the hutong district, the chewing sounds instantly disappeared.
At the windows, crazed, bloodthirsty eyes peered out, staring fixedly at Wang Ye and Mao Yong’an.
Smelling the scent of fresh blood and flesh, the eyes’ owners became increasingly impatient.
Finally...
A room door burst open, and a middle-aged man, whose hands had already been bitten to the bone, his swollen belly, roared as he charged at Wang Ye and Mao Yong’an.
This seemed to sound a signal, and countless doors could be heard opening. A group of ghoul slaves, with strong maliciousness in their eyes, were filled with excitement.
To them, this fresh blood and flesh was like the most wonderful food in the world.
Let your little ones fight against them?
Wang Ye glanced at Mao Yong’an and said meaningfully.
Mao Yong’an looked very unhappy: They'll be eaten to death!
Although he complained, he still took out a bag of plant seeds from his black backpack and scattered them on the ground.
The seeds rolled on the ground and turned into a group of humanoid plants that excitedly rushed towards the ghouls.
But the number of plant seeds was still far less than the ghouls, and the individual strength was much weaker. Although some ghouls were blocked and torn apart, even more ghouls had already rushed to the two.
With hideous expressions on their faces, they excitedly opened their mouths and bit at the two.
These things aren't as terrible as I imagined. Wang Ye helplessly drew out his ghost knife and began hacking away again.
Mao Yong’an stood leisurely behind Wang Ye, completely at ease: Hiding behind your thighs really gives me a sense of security!
The corner of Wang Ye's mouth twitched slightly. He glanced indifferently at Mao Yong’an, instantly scattering the ghoul group, and stomping his feet to jump onto the roof.
Without a target, the ghouls collectively froze for a moment, before shifting their gazes to Mao Yong'an.
Damn, Wang, no loyalty at all!
Mao Yong’an looked at Wang Ye on the roof and scolded him. Then he rummaged hastily in his pocket for a spray bottle which he sprayed on himself twice.
A faint stench of rotting corpses emanated from his body, drifting in the air.
The ghouls lost their target again, but their eyes became increasingly frenzied and anxious.
Finally, they looked at each other and began tearing into one another.
Some emaciated ghouls were soon torn apart into skeletons, but their mouths kept opening and closing.
Wang Ye stood on the roof, watching all this impassively, his eyes scanning the surroundings.
The ghouls in this area were inferior to those in Lin'an City by more than just a level. Without a target, they would even attack indiscriminately.
Perhaps this was just a lower-level ghost?
Its ghost realm was not enough to allow it to control so many ghouls?
Lost in thought, the ghouls below became more and more frenzied. A faint bloody mist lingered in the air, stimulating the surviving ghouls, making them even more crazed.
Soon, only skeletons remained on the ground, still being bitten into pieces, with blood continuously flowing from the ghouls' mouths.
The few remaining ghouls became increasingly violent. The energy emanating from their bodies was increasingly terrifying, and their speed grew faster and faster.
Finally, one ghoul's eyes landed on Wang Ye on the roof. Strong desire filled his eyes as he suddenly leapt up to the roof and rushed at Wang Ye at an extremely fast speed, his half-skeleton body exuding powerful energy.
By devouring others, can they increase their own strength?
Wang Ye muttered to himself, glancing at the leisurely Mao Yong’an below, dodging the ghoul’s attack and punching it in the back.
Boom!
A low thud sounded, and the ghoul's body shook violently before quickly calming down.
Turning around, it roared and rushed at Wang Ye again.
Have its bones gotten harder?
Based on the feedback from the punch, Wang Ye gained some understanding of the ghoul’s strength. He drew out his ghost blade and casually chopped the ghoul in half, a thoughtful look growing stronger in his eyes.
One thing that always puzzled him was being unable to determine his own strength level.
Espers could determine their level based on how many times they awakened, and ghosts could determine theirs based on the strength of their ghost realm, although there would be some margin of error, it wouldn’t be too big.
But for himself, with no abilities, only continuously strengthening his physique, he had no way to locate his level.
Also, through the constant battles recently, his weaknesses were becoming more and more obvious.
If he encountered a mental attack, or human wave tactics, his only option besides a head-on clash was to have no other way.
Perhaps...
He could find an opportunity to get a couple of Buddhist cultivation techniques to take a look.
They had always walked the path of physical cultivation, maybe that path could make him more complete.
After hacking down another ghoul, Wang Ye jumped down from the roof and came to Mao Yong’an’s side. Without saying a word, he took the spray and sprayed himself as well.
As expected...
Relying solely on physical force was still crude.
At the same time, in the innermost room of the hutong district, a bald old man knelt piously on the ground, hands clasped in prayer.
"Amitabha."
With a Buddhist chant, the old man picked up a small knife and gently, piece by piece, cut the flesh from his body in even slices.
Blood flowed steadily down his body, but the devotion in the bald man's eyes only grew stronger, as if he was doing something sacred.
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."
o a martial world and obtained a system that allowed him to draw one entry per year. Unfortunately, all he drew were useless white-tier entries. The probability for high-quality entries was extremely low, with the highest-tier mythic entry having a mere 0.001% chance! To increase the probability, he had to improve his martial realm, but he lacked the innate talent for cultivation. At the age of eighteen, Chen Yi fell into the hands of a gang and was forced into hard labor. Just as his life seemed destined for a bleak end, on his 18th entry draw, he actually pulled a mythic entry—Simulator! In the simulation, he could also draw one entry every year that passed, and upon ending the simulation, he would inherit all entries and his martial realm! In his first simulation, Chen Yi struggled desperately just to survive, knowing that living one more year meant one more entry draw! Finally, with hair turned white, he drew the entry he had longed for—Low-Grade Innate Talent! "Hahaha! Don't bully the old and poor! Time to cultivate and inherit my cultivation base!" ... From then on, Chen Yi continuously simulated and drew entries, his martial realm soaring higher and higher! Epic, legendary, and even mythic entries were gathered into his collection one after another! "What demon race or devil race? What dark turmoil? I don't know anything about that. They just charged at me screaming 'How can you possibly ascend to immortality?!' and got stuck to my fists, unable to be shaken off. Blind spots, speed bumps... go talk to my simulator. We're all struggling to survive out here. I'm trying so hard, so how are they still alive?"
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)
world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...
