Watching the disappearing figures of the two, Liu Qian's face was a little disappointed.
As expected...
Even with my own efforts to awaken a second time, I'm still just a burden, huh?
Looking at Liu Qian's emotions, Wang Qiang smiled self-deprecatingly: Feeling wronged? Wang Ye was actually right, compared to his strength, we're still too far away.
Rather than complain, it'd be better to focus our efforts on what we can do now, and improve our own strength as soon as possible.
After all, supernatural events are increasing. To survive, we have to prove our value.
Speaking, Wang Qiang turned and left, busily directing investigators and evacuating crowds, sealing off the scene.
Liu Qian was silent for a moment before her eyes became determined again. She watched the ghosts produced by the ghost realm, constantly recording data.
Tian Group Headquarters.
Is this all?
Li Xinghe leaned back in his chair, looking at a list and asked.
Zhang Ziliang nodded: They're all just small fries, the big ones are still hiding.
They’re all from the Buddhist faction. Li Xinghe suddenly said.
Zhang Ziliang silently nodded, standing by the window, seemingly lost in thought. After a long time: Perhaps we could stage another incident.
Su Changqing?
Li Xinghe pondered slightly.
Zhang Ziliang nodded, his expression somewhat solemn.
If Su Changqing really has problems, it means Tian Group is rotten to the core.
Hutong District.
A bloody smell lingered faintly in the air, making it feel somewhat oppressive.
The streets were empty, with occasional faint chewing sounds coming from the surrounding rooms.
The moment they entered the hutong district, the chewing sounds instantly disappeared.
At the windows, crazed, bloodthirsty eyes peered out, staring fixedly at Wang Ye and Mao Yong’an.
Smelling the scent of fresh blood and flesh, the eyes’ owners became increasingly impatient.
Finally...
A room door burst open, and a middle-aged man, whose hands had already been bitten to the bone, his swollen belly, roared as he charged at Wang Ye and Mao Yong’an.
This seemed to sound a signal, and countless doors could be heard opening. A group of ghoul slaves, with strong maliciousness in their eyes, were filled with excitement.
To them, this fresh blood and flesh was like the most wonderful food in the world.
Let your little ones fight against them?
Wang Ye glanced at Mao Yong’an and said meaningfully.
Mao Yong’an looked very unhappy: They'll be eaten to death!
Although he complained, he still took out a bag of plant seeds from his black backpack and scattered them on the ground.
The seeds rolled on the ground and turned into a group of humanoid plants that excitedly rushed towards the ghouls.
But the number of plant seeds was still far less than the ghouls, and the individual strength was much weaker. Although some ghouls were blocked and torn apart, even more ghouls had already rushed to the two.
With hideous expressions on their faces, they excitedly opened their mouths and bit at the two.
These things aren't as terrible as I imagined. Wang Ye helplessly drew out his ghost knife and began hacking away again.
Mao Yong’an stood leisurely behind Wang Ye, completely at ease: Hiding behind your thighs really gives me a sense of security!
The corner of Wang Ye's mouth twitched slightly. He glanced indifferently at Mao Yong’an, instantly scattering the ghoul group, and stomping his feet to jump onto the roof.
Without a target, the ghouls collectively froze for a moment, before shifting their gazes to Mao Yong'an.
Damn, Wang, no loyalty at all!
Mao Yong’an looked at Wang Ye on the roof and scolded him. Then he rummaged hastily in his pocket for a spray bottle which he sprayed on himself twice.
A faint stench of rotting corpses emanated from his body, drifting in the air.
The ghouls lost their target again, but their eyes became increasingly frenzied and anxious.
Finally, they looked at each other and began tearing into one another.
Some emaciated ghouls were soon torn apart into skeletons, but their mouths kept opening and closing.
Wang Ye stood on the roof, watching all this impassively, his eyes scanning the surroundings.
The ghouls in this area were inferior to those in Lin'an City by more than just a level. Without a target, they would even attack indiscriminately.
Perhaps this was just a lower-level ghost?
Its ghost realm was not enough to allow it to control so many ghouls?
Lost in thought, the ghouls below became more and more frenzied. A faint bloody mist lingered in the air, stimulating the surviving ghouls, making them even more crazed.
Soon, only skeletons remained on the ground, still being bitten into pieces, with blood continuously flowing from the ghouls' mouths.
The few remaining ghouls became increasingly violent. The energy emanating from their bodies was increasingly terrifying, and their speed grew faster and faster.
Finally, one ghoul's eyes landed on Wang Ye on the roof. Strong desire filled his eyes as he suddenly leapt up to the roof and rushed at Wang Ye at an extremely fast speed, his half-skeleton body exuding powerful energy.
By devouring others, can they increase their own strength?
Wang Ye muttered to himself, glancing at the leisurely Mao Yong’an below, dodging the ghoul’s attack and punching it in the back.
Boom!
A low thud sounded, and the ghoul's body shook violently before quickly calming down.
Turning around, it roared and rushed at Wang Ye again.
Have its bones gotten harder?
Based on the feedback from the punch, Wang Ye gained some understanding of the ghoul’s strength. He drew out his ghost blade and casually chopped the ghoul in half, a thoughtful look growing stronger in his eyes.
One thing that always puzzled him was being unable to determine his own strength level.
Espers could determine their level based on how many times they awakened, and ghosts could determine theirs based on the strength of their ghost realm, although there would be some margin of error, it wouldn’t be too big.
But for himself, with no abilities, only continuously strengthening his physique, he had no way to locate his level.
Also, through the constant battles recently, his weaknesses were becoming more and more obvious.
If he encountered a mental attack, or human wave tactics, his only option besides a head-on clash was to have no other way.
Perhaps...
He could find an opportunity to get a couple of Buddhist cultivation techniques to take a look.
They had always walked the path of physical cultivation, maybe that path could make him more complete.
After hacking down another ghoul, Wang Ye jumped down from the roof and came to Mao Yong’an’s side. Without saying a word, he took the spray and sprayed himself as well.
As expected...
Relying solely on physical force was still crude.
At the same time, in the innermost room of the hutong district, a bald old man knelt piously on the ground, hands clasped in prayer.
"Amitabha."
With a Buddhist chant, the old man picked up a small knife and gently, piece by piece, cut the flesh from his body in even slices.
Blood flowed steadily down his body, but the devotion in the bald man's eyes only grew stronger, as if he was doing something sacred.
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?”
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."
saw a female celebrity tied up and stuffed in the trunk! Little did he know, countless cameras were aimed at him at this moment - this was a new type of reality show. The first randomly selected passerby was caught in less than an hour. But when Xu Moru was selected, things started to take an unexpected turn. "Damn, this isn't how the script goes. This Xu Moru is too bold, he's not following the rules at all." "Crap, is this guy taking it seriously?" "The female celebrity has been scared to tears!"
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.
