In just an instant, the girl's eyes opened wide in disbelief before she heavily collapsed to the ground, reduced to a lifeless corpse.
This was her first time leaving Qingfeng Stockade, and she had imagined competing with others from the stockade once out in the open world.
She hadn't even considered the Ancient Domain to be a challenge, only a great opportunity.
And now, of the four people who came here from Qingfeng Stockade, only one youngster's whereabouts remained unknown. The rest...had been wiped out.
After dealing with the girl, the group gave each other wary glances again. Sensing the aura coming from the others, they seemed to reach a silent understanding to separately search for treasures.
Mao Yong'an looked at the girl's corpse and let out a helpless sigh, feeling somewhat regretful.
But such were the rules of the jianghu. Even he had to abide by them.
This was the harsh reality.
Wang Ye grabbed a rope in his hand, tying it around his waist, and nodded satisfactorily.
The Wang Ye pretending to be a ghost couldn't help but silently curse upon seeing this scene!
He was trying hard to pretend to be a ghost, yet the ghost was pretending to be him, and dressing more and more like him!
He would have to get a ghost blade later. Even Wang Ye wouldn't be able to tell the difference between them!
Wang Ye remained unmoving, secretly manipulating Xiao Si to randomly grab a leather whip and two iron chains before quietly standing in place to observe everything.
By now, the amount of occult items he had was already quite substantial. He didn't value them as highly anymore.
After all, his and Mao Yong'an's development paths were different. What he needed most was increasing his own strength.
But this didn't mean he had given up on these things.
When these guys died, the items would naturally still be his, just like with the previous building.
Only this time, he had to be more careful and not leave people in the corridor to kill later. Thinking of Lin Nan's lost corpse, Wang Ye's heart still ached slightly.
In just three minutes, the basement was completely cleared out.
Other than some chairs, wooden pillars and the like, anything that could be taken had now been collected.
Yet everyone maintained the same tacit understanding.
They didn't touch the severed heads or the coffins that were suspended.
No one here was a fool. One look and they could tell these two items were no trivial matter, with the potential to trigger supernatural events and get themselves killed at any moment.
Greed was acceptable, but only under the condition of ensuring one's own safety.
Soon, everyone departed cautiously, full of their gains.
And at this moment, Wang Ye suddenly began to move.
The few others immediately became vigilant, their eyes fixed on Wang Ye.
They saw an aura of ghosts emanating from him as he stiffly held open his sack, placing it on the ground, while he and Xiao Si and Xiao Wu firmly blocked the exit.
The air seemed to quiet down a bit.
Although Wang Ye hadn't uttered a single word from beginning to end, everyone understood the implication.
Toll money!
...
This ghost even understands this tactic?
The youth from the Buddhist Clan's expression darkened as he let out a cold snort. Reaching into his own sack, he took out a monk's robe and draped it over himself.
In an instant, his figure seemed to become weaker as he rushed towards the corridor exit, a confident look in his eyes.
This monk's robe was a gift from his master in the Buddha Kingdom, imbued with a trace of spatial ability. It was his biggest trump card for this trip.
Spatial ability huh.
Sensing the fluctuations coming from the monk's robe, Wang Ye's eyes lit up.
Good stuff!
With this monk's robe, perhaps he could pretend to be someone from the Buddhist Clan in the future.
Thinking this, he lightly tapped Xiao Wu.
Xiao Wu instantly understood Wang Ye's implied meaning. He rubbed his bald head before fiercely throwing out a punch.
The youth smiled disdainfully.
His monk's robe could conceal itself in the void so how could it...
Bang!
It was as if he had been struck in the face by a raging bull. The youth collapsed straight to the ground.
His face rapidly swelled up, protruding high.
Humph, playing with space against this lord, you're still too inexperienced!
As he spoke, Xiao Wu stomped his foot onto the youth's back, causing sounds of cracking bones.
His spine...
Seemed to have snapped.
Writhing in excruciating pain, the youth let out wretched screams. Together with the assortment of torture devices here, the scene was even more eerie and terrifying.
Why keep your hair if you're a proper Buddhist!
Xiao Wu was somewhat irritably as he grabbed the youth's hair and gave it a slight tug. In the next moment, he was frozen in place.
With virtually no effort, the hair had come off completely in his hand.
...
Wang Ye was a little helpless. It seemed that wigs were not something from Xiao Wu's era.
He tried putting on the wig over his bald head. Xiao Wu smiled satisfyingly!
That's more like it. How could I be like those bald donkeys from the Buddhist clan!
Speaking so, he kicked the youth's bald head and ripped off his monk's robe, stuffing it into Wang Ye's sack.
You dare insult my Buddha Kingdom?
The youth's eyes were filled with fury as he raised his head defiantly towards Xiao Wu, fists clenched tightly.
Humph, brave one!
For some reason, looking at the youth's bald head, Xiao Wu's mood became somewhat irritated, filled with disgust.
Then with a slap to the youth's head,
The youth's head exploded like a smashed watermelon, red and white matter scattering all over the floor.
Much better.
Xiao Wu had a content expression as he picked up the youth's sack and tossed it into Wang Ye's bag as well, before silently returning to stand behind Wang Ye, looking threateningly at the others.
At this moment, the middle-aged man's complexion drastically changed.
Mao Yong'an's expression had also finally become serious as he looked thoughtfully towards Wang Ye's group.
And Wang Ye was also quite surprised internally.
Had this Xiao Wu really been sealed to 99% power?
Even if it had been himself dealing with this youth from the Buddhist Clan, it would have been somewhat tricky. Yet he had been disposed of so easily by him?
Shocked internally, Wang Ye's exterior remained expressionless.
His eyes maintained their vacant stare at the others.
At some point, Mao Yong'an's grinning expression had returned. He walked over, taking out two torture devices from his black backpack and placing them into the sack, looking expectantly at Wang Ye.
...
This Taoist was as stingy as ever.
Wang Ye couldn't help but complain inwardly. A small bronze figure appeared in his hand.
It was the low-grade sacrificial object of the Planar Realm's Old Monk that he had picked up from the bandit at the Scavenging City gates.
Seeing the bronze figure, Mao Yong'an's expression froze. With an imperceptible glance towards Xiao Si behind Wang Ye, it seemed he understood something. He tossed a straw voodoo doll into the sack as well, while he and the other Wang Ye quietly distanced themselves.
Wang Ye stiffly shifted aside, leaving enough space for one person to pass through.
Mao Yong'an slid through the gap into the corridor and glanced back at Wang Ye before swiftly departing.
He didn't even acknowledge the other Wang Ye.
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
