Does this ghost also have the ability to vibrate the air?
Wang Ye silently observed it again, a hint of curiosity in his eyes.
He also wanted to know what this ghost was trying to do.
The other three were even more puzzled. Hadn't this person already absorbed it before?
Under everyone's gaze, Wang Ye lifted up his shirt and pulled it to both sides, revealing his stomach.
Soon, a space appeared at the center of his belly.
Inside, there was an encyclopedia and a bottle of perfume placed carefully, surrounded by intestines. Then a huge suction force came from the center of his stomach.
The blood in the pool instantly turned into a column of blood, gushing into his belly.
In just a few seconds, the blood pool was empty.
Wang Ye's belly was filled with blood, like a reservoir.
But oddly, this seemingly not very big belly could contain so much stuff inside, completely disproportionate.
Does it also have abilities similar to spatial manipulation?
As he continued observing, Wang Ye found this shadowy figure increasingly mysterious.
What's more, it seemed to possess great autonomy and learning capability.
Most importantly, the encyclopedia in its belly looked more and more familiar to Wang Ye.
By now, its actions had left the other three completely dumbfounded, their expressions numb, as if witnessing something unbelievable.
Wang Ye quickly calmed down and looked towards the bottom of the blood pool.
A person?
Without the blood, the bottom was clearly visible.
A person was shackled by countless chains to the bottom, with the chains piercing through his body.
But unlike those skeletons and the mummified monk, this person's skin was full and ruddy, as if he was just sleeping, without any sign of death.
It was just that the iron chains pierced his body, leaving hideous wounds.
What shocked Wang Ye the most was that he could even vaguely hear the person's breathing.
Is he alive?
Wang Ye's expression became solemn as he observed carefully.
This man looked middle-aged, slightly fat, and...bald!
Is he also from the Buddhist clan?
But some things didn't make sense. The skeletons above clearly used the blood pool, chains, and offerings to suppress the one below.
If the one sealed was from the Buddhist clan, it was unexplainable.
Could it be that the Buddhist clan was killing their own?
In his mind, he had vaguely guessed some things about the Buddhist clan, but this bald sealed man disrupted all his thoughts, requiring him to rethink everything.
Suddenly recalling something, Wang Ye approached the chains again.
As Wang Ye stepped forward, the other three collectively took a step back, their expressions filled with vigilance.
The atmosphere here had become increasingly bizarre. Wang Ye was the focus of everyone's gaze, and now his every move would affect them.
But Wang Ye didn't have time to care about them. He carefully examined the chains.
Carved on the chains were countless swastikas, which were easy to overlook as the chains were black.
Sure enough, it's the Buddhist clan's magic formation.
But that member of the Buddhist clan also looked confused, clearly not knowing much.
But...
Earlier, that old man was frantically pulling the chains. Now his eyes kept flickering, seemingly aware of some inside story.
Just as Wang Ye was about to find the old man to talk more deeply, the inconspicuous skeletons surrounding the blood pool suddenly emitted a faint golden light.
The leading monk who had become a mummy slowly opened his hollow eyes. His mouth kept moving up and down.
The sutra chanting instantly echoed in the basement, even louder than in the shrine earlier.
The already heavily injured old man's eyes instantly turned red. His body kept trembling as he knelt towards the blood pool, no longer in control of himself.
His eyes went from struggling, to unwillingness, ferocity, madness.
Until finally, only piety was left.
Not good!
Seeing this scene, Wang Ye was shocked, seeming to guess something. He suddenly sprang into action.
In the eyes of the others, that figure wearing a mourning hat, with a blank expression and hollow eyes, emitting a strong ghostly aura, suddenly strode over vigorously and kicked the mummified monk in the face.
The monk immediately fell to the ground, but kept chanting sutras ceaselessly. It was apparent the old man was about to lose control and could die any moment.
Wang Ye, who still wanted to interrogate the old man for information, took out the wooden fish he had snatched from Xia'an Temple from his pocket and struck it.
The sound of the wooden fish kept echoing in the basement.
It even overwhelmed the sound of the sutras.
The onlookers suddenly felt their agitated minds become tranquil.
The old man's eyes quickly regained clarity. Recalling his own changes just now, his complexion changed wildly as he turned and dashed towards the exit.
He clearly didn't plan on staying here any longer.
Wang Ye didn't expect the heavily injured old man to erupt with such speed. He was caught off guard for a moment before giving chase.
He had gone through great pains to save this person. It would be a huge loss if he just ran away like this.
Having just entered the dark corridor, Wang Ye was already on the old man's heels. He kicked the half-missing buttock of the old man, who crumpled to the ground with a muffled groan, his face pale.
What's the deal with that blood pool?
Wang Ye's voice was icy as he asked.
The old man was jolted for a moment before sensing something amiss: You're human!
Cut the crap! Wang Ye kicked the old man's buttocks again. I saved you, and I can also kill you.
If you can't prove your value, you can go die. Remember, you have no room to negotiate.
A hint of killing intent permeated Wang Ye's voice.
After a brief moment of shock, the old man quickly calmed down and said unhesitatingly: I once read a description in an ancient text about this exact altar.
The ancient text recorded that this is called a death sacrifice.
Death sacrifice?
Wang Ye murmured.
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Author's note:
How handsome is the new cover, how handsome!
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
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...
lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
