"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..."
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
e vast world of cultivation, where he becomes the master of the Heavenly Ruins Sacred Hall, a dying old man with barely a tenth of his former cultivation remaining. He is immediately confronted with a deadly crisis: his subordinates have rebelled, and his protectors are forcing him to abdicate. At the critical moment, the system descends from the heavens: [Ding! The host has been detected facing a life-or-death crisis. The system is now officially activated!] [As a gift, you have received the Supreme Beginner’s Pack and awakened the ultimate cheat: ten thousand years of pure cultivation essence every second!] Yin Tianjue: “Wait… ten thousand years of cultivation every second? That’s six hundred thousand years a minute, and in one day… I can’t even calculate it. Either way, I’m already invincible!” You’re a peerless prodigy rarely seen in ten thousand years? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re an undying ancestor who has guarded a sacred land for countless ages? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re the strongest chosen one, blessed with heaven-defying destiny? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. From this day forth, I have only one thing to say: “I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. Now, how exactly are you supposed to deal with that?”
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?!
