"Last night I embroidered your coat, my eyes full of sadness watching you leave."
"Returning from a hundred battles, will you take me as your wife, General?..."
A hauntingly beautiful female voice floated through the thick fog.
As the singing began, the moods of the four people in the car instantly plummeted.
It was as if they personally felt the singer's loss, loneliness, and grief.
As the singing wafted on, the white mist grew thicker.
Long could originally see fifty meters ahead, but in the blink of an eye, visibility dropped to just ten meters.
The jittery Wu Xiong whispered, "Long, back up...back up..."
But Long didn't have time to respond to Wu Xiong right now.
He was like a stalking panther, carefully sensing everything around him.
"Last night I embroidered your coat..."
The singing sounded very distant, long and drawn out.
Yet it also seemed very near, loud and clear.
Clip clop, clip clop, clip clop, clip clop—
Along with the singing, crisp clipping sounds could be heard.
It sounded like horseshoes wrapped around horse hooves stepping on the ground.
The singing came from ahead.
The horseshoes came from behind.
Long was on high alert, gripping the gearshift.
"Returning from a hundred battles..."
Suddenly, the female voice rang out loud and clear right next to everyone!
At the same time, the clip clop of horseshoes from behind grew urgent!
In a flash, vroom—
Long hit the gas, flooring the accelerator!
The armored sedan roared to life with a low rumble!
"Ahhh!"
Wei in the passenger seat shrieked!
Other than Long driving, he had the clearest view of their speed!
And this was in heavy fog!
In the back seat, Sun Ying ducked her head down. Next to her, Wu Xiong's face was white as a sheet, drenched in cold sweat!
Vroom—
The armored sedan charged into the thick white mist!
Even though Long couldn't see what was ahead in the fog, it didn't affect his adept driving as he sped on!
The car was moving very fast. After just a few seconds, they could no longer hear the woman's singing!
But!
The clip clop of horseshoes from behind was getting closer and closer!
Even with the pedal floored, Long seemed unable to shake their pursuer!
Not only could he not shake the horseshoes, they actually sounded nearer and nearer!
Just when Wu Xiong and Sun Ying in the back felt the horseshoes were right on their backs—
Bang!!
A heavy impact came from the rear of the armored sedan!
In that instant, the four people in the car felt it shake violently!
Wu Xiong looked back—
Through the thick fog behind the car, he saw a pitch-black warhorse in full armor!
Although half of its flesh and bones were rotten!
Its crimson eyes were clearly visible even through the dense fog!
Just then, Long made a sharp 180 degree turn, swerving the car off the highway into the wilderness!
"Why did you turn into the wilds?"
"That will slow the car down!"
Ignoring Wei's questions, Long growled through gritted teeth, "Call Dr. Lu, quick!"
The flustered Wei immediately pulled out his phone, but because the car was bumping around in the wilderness, he tried dialing several times unsuccessfully!
Finally getting through after much difficulty, no one answered!
Vroom—
Long suddenly rotated the steering wheel 180 degrees again, charging back the way they came!
After racing ahead a bit, bang!
Suddenly, Long's car hit something in the wilderness!
In that moment, something flew off the car.
It was a wheel.
After that, carried by its momentum, the car flew forward some distance before coming to a stop.
"Go, go!"
"Why did you stop?"
Long glared fiercely at Wei beside him, then said to the two in back, "A wheel came off."
Wu Xiong was already in shock. Sun Ying was extremely frightened: "What...what do we do now?"
"First, sit tight and wait for death."
"Second, get out and escape on foot."
"No! I can't run fast! I'm too fat!"
Just as Long was about to say something else, his expression changed. He didn't say anything more.
Clip clop, clip clop, clip clop—
From the side, a black rotten warhorse slowly emerged from the white mist.
At the same time, they heard that hauntingly beautiful female voice again.
"Last night I embroidered your coat, my eyes full of sadness watching you leave..."
In a flash, the moods of those in the car dropped even further.
Wei, who had the weakest mental fortitude, glanced at his wrist and neck several times.
Clip clop, clip clop, clip clop—
As the warhorse drew nearer, they saw someone was riding it.
A headless man.
To be precise, it was a general in fish scale armor, but without a head.
The headless general held a long ragged iron rod, clearly the remains of what was once a long polearm.
But time had corroded the weapon, leaving only a broken, tattered rod.
From another direction, a crawling figure also slowly appeared.
It was a corpse of rotten flesh and bones.
The bloated corpse wore tattered ancient-looking ornaments, with jade pendants around its neck and wrists.
As the corpse slowly crawled forward, the ground around it rapidly withered, and the plants and vegetation visible in the wilderness visibly shriveled and died before their eyes!
And the haunting singing came from this corpse's mouth.
"Are we...going to die here?"
In the deathly silent car, Sun Ying's words were like sledgehammers, slamming heavily into everyone's hearts.
The already dismal atmosphere in the car grew even more hopeless.
"Hah—"
Long let out a long breath. "Sis Ying..."
"You...listen..."
Bang!
The headless general rode up to the car and smashed his rod on the roof.
Fortunately the reinforced armor could probably take a couple more hits,
if he kept striking the roof and not the glass.
Long looked at the singing corpse crawling toward them, gritted his teeth, and resolutely said one sentence.
"In terms of raw power..."
"Those two nurses with Dr. Lu, and that little girl who said you were pretty..."
"None of them are inferior to those ghosts."
Sun Ying was surprised. "They're all ability users too?"
Long smiled wryly and shook his head, looking toward the highway in the distance.
Over there, an armored all-terrain vehicle was speeding their way.
Inside, The Clown drove while Lu Yuan sat in the back.
Right now Lu Yuan was fixated on the crawling corpse in the wilderness.
He murmured softly, "Disaster Spirit Fetus, it's that, the Disaster Spirit Fetus..."
The Clown glanced at Lu Yuan through the rearview mirror.
Lu Yuan explained directly, "It's an extremely rare ability."
"The user can spread any negative emotion, and absorb all life force from the surrounding area."
The Clown: "Wow~! It absorbs and converts it into its own power? That's kinda like my ability!"
Lu Yuan shook his head and said lightly, "Of course not."
"It uses the absorbed energy to give birth to infected with abilities! And can also store some for its own rebirth!"
"Over the years, every single one of its offspring has been killed and strung up by me."
"But I don't want to touch it unless absolutely necessary, because I might become a Disaster Spirit Fetus myself. Liu Yuan has already killed it three times before."
"The dead, the Infected, Beast Transformation, and pregnant women, Disaster Spirit Fetus."
"With so many overlapping identities, this is also a pitiful person."
"The Clown, I'll have to rely on you for a bit..."
ts me of treason?" "Correct. The host must return to the capital and gradually build up influence." "Wait—I have half a million soldiers, and you want me to go back to the capital to 'build influence'?" "Host, you are currently the Northern Garrison General, loyal to the Great Xia Dynasty." "Of course I am loyal to Great Xia! Absolutely loyal!" "But you keep referring to yourself as 'We'..." "Never mind the details! Summon all the regional commanders and military officers! We suspect treacherous officials are manipulating the court! They shall march with Us to the capital and purge the corrupt!" "......"
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
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!
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.
