"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..."

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.”

orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"

ver to a world of cultivation and returned invincible. Modern medicine is child's play compared to elixirs; technological might crumbles before true cultivation. My name is Qin Ning, Earth's sole cultivator!

rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!