"Damn it, old Yin Bi, don't go too far. It was this Dao Ye who suppressed him!" Accompanied by Mao Yong'an's miserable screams, Wang Ye took advantage of his powerful physique to be the first to arrive in front of the old man, "Hehe, it goes both ways!"
Without paying attention to the bizarre Buddha statue, he reached for the scraping knife in the old man's hand.
This thing, it looks like it has the same function as the deboning knife.
But at times, the scraping knife can do things the deboning knife cannot, such as...remote attack!
When encountering some who play with psychic power, fighting them with one's physique and endurance, wearing down the opponent to death!
As for pain...
Hehe, those afraid of pain have long died.
Even Mao Yong'an, who was jumping up and down in pain, did not shrink back for the sake of his treasure.
Sure enough, Mao Yong'an directly swept past the scraping knife and grabbed the Buddha statue in the center of the altar.
Wang Ye couldn't help but curse inwardly. The Buddha statue obviously had big problems. This old monk didn't know how long he could control it. Touching the Buddha statue randomly was simply asking for death.
This guy was even more fearless than himself for the sake of treasure.
Just as Wang Ye snatched the scraping knife, Mao Yong'an's hand also touched the Buddha statue.
On the altar, the little man wearing monk robes had his eyes shifting bizarrely, with a sly smile as he stared at Mao Yong'an.
His mouth suddenly opened, biting his fingers.
Accompanied by a crunching sound, Mao Yong'an's fingers were bitten in his mouth, constantly chewing.
Bizarrely, there was no trace of blood flowing from Mao Yong'an's fingers. Through the wound, straw could vaguely be seen inside.
Another straw man?
I said this guy has a lot of guts!
Or maybe even getting injured and bleeding earlier was an act?
No, impossible. With Mao Yong'an's personality, how could he let a fake body carry that black backpack.
Looking at the situation, Wang Ye instantly analyzed it, sweeping his eyes around the room. There seemed to be a shadow shifting at the door.
Sure enough, this guy was not simple either.
At this time...the rigidity of the old man's body disappeared, leaving only half of his intact torso slightly twisting, looking at Wang Ye with a gentle smile still on his face, "Little donor, can you return the knife to this old monk?"
The old man's voice contained a strange abrasiveness. Wang Ye's eyes instantly became distracted, his whole body stiffened as he walked woodenly towards the old monk.
Mao Yong'an's fake body rapidly retreated. From the shadows by the door, another Mao Yong'an walked out, with a trace of anxiety on his face, "Wang Ye, retreat!"
Wang Ye seemed to not hear any sounds. He still walked numbly forward, arriving at the old man's side, slowly raising his hand holding the deboning knife.
The old man smiled satisfiedly, raising his hand ready to take it.
The next second, a bright look flashed through Wang Ye's eyes. His body's speed instantly increased as he firmly stabbed the scraping knife into the old man's forehead.
The old man's pupils slightly rolled back as the aura on his body gradually dissipated.
Wang Ye's forehead also exploded. His head was like being smashed by a sledgehammer. Blood kept dripping down his face, dyeing his whole face red.
His aura also instantly weakened. He staggered back two steps and sat down on the ground, panting nonstop. His bloodied face was full of ferocity.
Mao Yong'an looked at this scene, slightly startled, with puzzlement in his eyes.
The Buddhist sect was skilled at bewitching methods. With Wang Ye being a simple physical cultivator, how could he resist it?
After a long time, Wang Ye, who had recovered some strength, endured the intense pain in his head, wiped the blood from his face, and coldly laughed at the old man who had lost all signs of life.
The ghost knife couldn't cut you, but the scraping knife could!
Old thing, you personally tested the effect this scraping knife has on you!
Wang Ye looked towards the tranquil Buddha statue placed in the center of the altar, trying hard to stimulate his physique to recover his strength. The backlash from this scraping knife was simply stronger than the deboning knife.
He vaguely had a premonition that things were far from over.
Mao Yong'an, who was usually noisy, also uncharacteristically kept quiet, silently standing in the corner, constantly scrutinizing the Buddha statue on the altar.
In fact, he didn't recognize this thing. He just subconsciously judged that it was a very powerful spiritual object.
In order to get Wang Ye to leave so he could keep it for himself, that's why he put on the whole act.
However, he didn't expect Wang Ye to not fall for it, making himself look like a clown instead.
Moreover, if both he and Wang Ye left empty-handed, it would still be better. But looking at the scraping knife that Wang Ye kept gripping tightly, Mao Yong'an felt heartache for no reason.
In all these years of treasure hunting, this was the first time he had suffered a loss.
The room fell into complete silence. The old man had become a complete corpse, lying on the ground with his head still facing Wang Ye's direction, filled with deep resentment.
The Buddha statue on the altar lost its sly smile due to lack of flesh to eat. Its eyes flickered with impatience as they kept scanning. When it swept over Wang Ye, there was greed flashing through them.
Outside the door, the ghoul slaves were still ceaselessly howling, devouring each other.
As time passed, the sounds grew smaller until they disappeared.
Wang Ye's aura gradually stabilized and his pale complexion also gradually turned ruddy.
At this time...
The howls of the ghouls outside the door completely disappeared.
The air was somewhat condensed, with traces of bloodiness, falling into an eerie silence.
Wang Ye narrowed his eyes, put away the scraping knife, and slowly drew out the ghost knife, silently waiting.
Mao Yong'an's eyes were vigilant as he assembled the exaggerated grenade launcher again, propping it on his shoulder.
At this time...
The room door suddenly opened.
A ghoul slave missing most of its flesh and blood, emanating powerful pressure, walked in.
Its belly was swollen to an exaggerated degree, as if it would explode at any moment.
On the altar, the bizarre Buddha statue's eyes were filled with a smile again, full of bloodthirst.
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.
or! A blessing for those who struggle with love, a guidebook for dating novices. Quickly match with your dream goddess! Complete walkthroughs earn rewards, and perfect walkthroughs unlock limited achievements!】 Shen Yi, an ordinary office worker, accidentally downloads a mini-game called Dating Simulator. The mini-game is simple: randomly search for dating targets, simulate dates, and receive rewards upon successful confession. Rewards include but are not limited to money, attributes, and skills. The higher the evaluation, the better the rewards, with perfect ratings unlocking mysterious achievements. Shen Yi plans to use this mysterious mini-game to continuously pursue targets and improve himself, making his life better and better. ...... However, after several successful walkthroughs, Shen Yi suddenly notices something strange - the targets he previously simulated dating seem to be searching for him in real life?
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
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?"
