As the ghost slave entered, a gleam flashed through Wang Ye's eyes. He moved in an instant, slashing his ghost blade ferociously at the ghost slave.
At the same time, a ball of energy burst out from the muzzle where Mao Yong'an's head was, smashing into the ghost slave's body with a rumble.
Accompanied by a loud bang, Wang Ye rapidly retreated, his eyes filled with vigilance.
The ghost slave's body kept trembling, the tattered flesh and blood hanging off its bones fell to the ground, but the bones themselves were unharmed, extremely tough.
Wow, this guy is too meaty!
Mao Yong'an was somewhat astonished. He disassembled his arm cannon, put it back in his backpack, and took out two strange talismans.
It looked like he was preparing to flee.
Strangely though, after being attacked, the ghost slave showed no intention of retaliating. Emptiness filled its eyes, which oddly erupted with a fanatical gaze, like the most faithful devotee. It walked to the Buddha statue at the center of the altar, step by step, then kneeled down with palms together.
Wang Ye warily retreated two steps, silent, but his body firmly standing at the doorway, ready to retreat at any time.
The Buddha statue's eyeballs kept rolling, radiating sacred golden light despite the gore.
The bloated belly of the ghost slave kept undulating, as if something alive was inside. Finally...
A hole ripped open in its belly, and an infant crawled out from the ghost slave's stomach, with innocent, unworldly eyes and a smile. It crawled onto the ghost slave's body and bit down.
The ghost slave didn't move at all, just piously looking at the Buddha statue.
More and more flesh and blood fell off its body as the infant grew at an eerie speed.
It ceaselessly chewed the blood and meat chunks in its mouth until the ghost slave completely became a skeleton, and the infant grew into a youth.
Wang Ye's expression grew heavier and heavier.
Familiarity seeped from the youth's features.
Looking at the corpse of the old monk on the ground and the youth with palms together reverently kowtowing to the Buddha statue.
Rebirth!?
Wang Ye slowly retreated to the doorway with Mao Yong'an closely following behind.
The smiling expression had vanished at some point, replaced by solemnity as he silently watched the Buddha statue.
"What do you make of this?" Wang Ye softly asked.
Mao Yong'an shook his head. "I'm not sure. The Buddhist clan's things have always been bizarre, but I sensed a threat to life from that thing, you should know what I mean."
Wang Ye was astonished. This Daoist's life-saving methods were inexhaustible. Even now, Wang Ye still couldn't determine if the guy in front of him was Mao Yong'an's true form.
After all, without sufficient strength, Dao City wouldn't have let him out to gain experience.
But now...
This Buddha statue actually threatened the strength of Dao City's young Daoist?
Wang Ye was even more wary of the Buddha statue.
Just then, the youth slowly kowtowed three times to the Buddha statue.
One kowtow...
Two kowtows...
Three kowtows...
With each kowtow, blood mist rose from the youth's body into the Buddha statue.
After the third kowtow, the youth had aged.
In his aged state, his face was identical to the old monk's.
The old monk laboriously stood up, turned around, and gazed at Wang Ye. He sighed lightly, "The thirteenth offering was still not perfect after all. You and I, of the Buddhist clan, have a karmic tie."
As he spoke, a strand of energy from the Buddha statue flowed into the old monk's body.
Then, magnificent golden light radiated from the old monk's body and a powerful pressure swept toward Wang Ye.
Wang Ye grunted and took a step back.
His skin faintly shimmered with a layer of golden light, then the small wooden fish in his pocket gently shook.
Hmm?
The old monk sensed it briefly, then withdrew the pressure, seeming thoughtful.
After a long while, he slowly said, "It doesn't seem to be time to resolve this karmic tie yet."
As his words fell, a crack strangely split open in the air, filled with darkness and terrifying aura.
The old monk respectfully held up the altar and strode into the crack.
As the old monk entered, the crack slowly disappeared.
Only the rich bloody smell lingered in the air.
Wang Ye and Mao Yong'an exchanged a look, both filled with contemplation.
"What was that offering for?" Wang Ye murmured softly.
Mao Yong'an shook his head. "I'm not sure, I can go back and ask my elders."
"Thirteenth time, so that means this kind of situation, this old monk has already offered sacrifices thirteen times? He's died thirteen times?" Wang Ye pondered.
Mao Yong'an nodded in agreement. "That should be the case. Perhaps even more ordinary people have died."
Wang Ye and Mao Yong'an fell silent again, gazing at the empty hut for a long time before silently leaving.
Outside the barricade tape, the thick fog gradually dissipated, and Wang Ye and Mao Yong'an's figures appeared in everyone's sight.
"Success?"
A hint of joy colored Liu Qian's face.
Wang Ye neither confirmed nor denied it. He looked back deeply in the direction he had come from, "Go take care of the aftermath. I'm a bit tired, I'll go back and rest first."
Exhaustion showed on his face as he left with Mao Yong'an.
Disappointment flashed across Liu Qian's face, but she quickly cheered up again and entered the scene with Wang Qiang and the investigators.
At the room entrance, Wang Ye parted ways with Mao Yong'an.
The hair strands wedged in the door crack had once again mysteriously vanished.
He sighed helplessly, not even bothering to feel wary anymore. Wang Ye pushed open the door and entered.
Mao Yong'an softly knocked on the door. The old woman, neatly dressed with a benevolent smile, opened the door and welcomed him in.
"You must be tired, eat first."
The old woman carried over a bowl of piping hot rice and dishes, her voice affectionate and caring.
Mao Yong'an didn't even glance at the old woman. He went straight to his room, flopped on the bed, and casually took out a scarecrow from his pocket.
Soon, the scarecrow assumed his appearance, smiling as it walked out of the bedroom and sat at the dining table. It stuffed finger after finger into its mouth under the old woman's expectant gaze.
At that time...
It was still early dawn.
Bizarre atmosphere filled the room.
Wang Ye returned to his room, smelling the faint perfume and spotlessly clean floor of the living room, increasingly helpless.
With a sigh, he went to the study, turned on the computer, and opened the file storing the surveillance videos...
Then Wang Ye's pupils suddenly contracted.
The files...
Were all deleted.
And in the folder, a document had been created at some point.
Opening it, there was only one line of text inside.
Hello.
Seeing the text in the document, a chill rushed through Wang Ye's body!
Was the one who entered his room human or ghost!
If human, which organization did they belong to, and what was their aim!
And if they just wanted to secretly look around, why tidy up his room!
But if it was a ghost...
That would be even more terrifying.
Just what kind of existence was this?
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
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?!
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!
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?"
