I'm a person who enjoys gambling.
So, people often call me a gambler, and I quite like that title.
Of course, my stakes have always been my life, because that's the only thing I can put on the table.
After all, weakness is the original sin.
Now, between you and me, it's you who is weak.
So, it's you who needs to gamble with your life, to gamble on whether I will kill you after I finish speaking.
Wang Ye's expression was somewhat indifferent as he looked at Luo Ping without any emotions and said.
Luo Ping didn't hesitate for even a second and nodded decisively, "I'll speak!"
According to the genealogy of my Luo family, it can be traced back to 300 years ago when we made a living by hunting corpses.
Later on, by constantly dealing with corpses, our Luo family developed a technique of refining corpses, which gained a certain status in the martial arts world.
During the Eternal Night, in order to protect the human race, my great-grandfather and my grandfather both sacrificed themselves.
That's why our Luo family was designated as a heroic family by the Tian Group, and these were all appointed by Li Xinghe himself!
Listening to Luo Ping's words, Wang Ye contemplated.
Hunting corpses, refining corpses...
Did these practices exist before the Eternal Night?
Indeed, the supernatural has always existed, but the Eternal Night merely brought about an opportunity for it to explode.
And what about the Half King Level?
Luo Ping's words indirectly confirmed Wang Ye's speculation.
At this moment, a pleasing expression filled Luo Ping's face, "According to the genealogy, our ancestors classified ghosts into different levels."
Soldier level, General level, King level, Emperor level.
Listening to the classification of ghosts, Wang Ye recalled all the ghosts he had encountered.
Those basic ones, mindless and blindly killing, should be soldiers-level ghosts.
General level should belong to ghosts that possess a certain strength in their own domain, perhaps with a certain level of intelligence.
If the remaining half of An Ling's body is at the Half King Level, it means that his complete self belongs to the true King level ghost.
But... no, this classification is incomplete!
In the depths of the wasteland, there must be ghosts of even deeper levels. If Emperor is the pinnacle, then what level does the severed hand belong to? And if the severed hand is reunited with the rest of the body, what level will it be?
Wang Ye composed himself and looked at Luo Ping, continuing to ask, "What about the rest? Is there nothing more?"
There should be, but the genealogy is incomplete, and the following records have disappeared. Luo Ping said nervously.
Nodding, Wang Ye stood up and glanced discreetly at Xiao Si.
I don't know to what level Xiao Si belongs.
But that Life and Death Plate should be the lowest soldier level. If Xiao Si can shatter it, he should at least be a high-level general ghost.
It's just that her powers have been sealed, and it's hard to tell much.
Can... I survive?
Luo Ping looked at Wang Ye hopefully.
Congratulations, you lost the gamble.
As the voice fell, the ghost executioner's blade in Wang Ye's hand traced a cold arc, and Luo Ping's head fell to the ground.
Even in death, he still had a look of anticipation.
Let me teach you another lesson. The premise of gambling is that you have something to bet with, even if you don't have the qualifications to overturn the table, at least you can give someone a headache.
Otherwise, it's just a so-called joke.
Blood permeated the ground.
This time, it should be Luo Ping's real self who died.
In his previous incarnation, when he died, there was a subconscious fear, but not too much panic. It was evident that he knew he was just a clone, so whether he lived or died didn't matter.
But this person...
His desire to survive was too strong.
It's just a pity that he tainted the blood of a hero.
With a sense of regret, Wang Ye, accompanied by Xiao Si and Xiao Wu, turned and left.
However, there was a hint of confusion in Xiao Wu's eyes.
But considering his trust in his big brother, he held back his words.
His big brother must know about this simple matter. He was just playing with that guy, yes, that must be it!
As Wang Ye and the others left, Luo Ping's blood slowly flowed around the coffin on the ground and was eventually drawn in by a suction force.
Luo Ping's body gradually dried up from being full of blood until it became a dried corpse.
The coffin began to tremble at a very low frequency.
After a while, a headless figure entered the cell from the passageway, walking stiffly straight toward the hanging head, took it off the rope, and placed it on his own neck.
But it was placed backwards, with the face facing the back.
He pressed his hands on his head and turned with force until it was intact again.
The man silently glanced at the coffin and walked away.
The frequency of the coffin's shaking increased slightly, and a faint rise of bronze nails on it could be seen.
Back in the building, the main hall was completely empty, with only blood-stained walls and the eerie patterns on the ground.
Wang Ye vaguely felt that these patterns were somewhat familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen them before. Finally, he took out his phone, took two photos of the ground, and turned to leave.
By now, all the doors of the four buildings were open, indicating that besides the two buildings Wang Ye had entered, the other two had also been explored.
Wang Ye didn't give up and entered the third building.
Inside this building, the main hall was filled with corpses, with the ones wearing Taoist robes being the most prominent.
There was a high wall in the main hall, on which a Tai Chi diagram composed of two Yin-Yang fish was painted.
However, it seemed that the eyes of the two fish had been gouged out.
What was even more exaggerated than the previous two buildings was that in this building, even the floor tiles had been dug up, leaving a mess at the scene.
The hidden door leading to the basement had also been opened.
Walking into the long corridor and reaching the end, there was a very simple Zen room.
In the middle of the Zen room, there was a meditation cushion, and an old Taoist sat on it with his eyes closed, seemingly meditating. He looked no different from a living person, except that he had no breath.
On the side, there was an incense burner on the incense table, emitting strands of smoke, for some reason it had not been taken away.
The Zen room was filled with a serene and peaceful atmosphere, as if there were no dangers at all.
But the scattered bodies on the ground seemed to be silently telling something.
Perhaps...
This place was even more terrifying.
In the old Taoist's hand, there was a whisk, and hanging from the whisk handle was a dark blue Yin-Yang jade pendant.
Obviously, this whisk was not ordinary.
Wang Ye felt a strong urge.
Xiao Wu, what do you think would happen if I took this whisk?
After a moment of contemplation, Wang Ye looked at Xiao Wu and asked.
Xiao Wu's expression turned unusually serious, and he looked at Wang Ye with solemnity and said, "Inevitable death!"
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Author's Note:
I'm really exhausted... When I reached the last chapter, I felt like I could die at any moment. Starting tomorrow, I'll resume releasing three chapters a day. I need to take a break. It's almost the Labor Day holiday, and while you all have time off, I'll be working overtime. It's tough. Please give me some encouragement and support! I've done my best...
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nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
