"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..."
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
