Good Stuff?
Wang Ye looked at Mao Yong’an, somewhat excited.
Although this guy usually seemed a little unreliable, when it came to finding treasures, he was still very diligent.
He had even dared to go to places like 404, and had actually collected a bag of good stuff.
So Wang Ye instantly believed Mao Yong’an’s words.
Although he had felt bad about taking the previous things by force, now... There seemed to be an old saying, "Finders keepers!"
By this time, the number of surrounding ghosts had become fewer and fewer, and the remaining few continued to bellow angrily, their stomachs swollen to exaggerated proportions.
Finally...
Several ghosts bellowed as they tangled together.
On the compass, the needle finally stopped spinning, pointing to a location.
Mao Yong’an’s eyes lit up as he put away the compass, but the next second, Wang Ye had already shot out like an arrow from a bow, leaving Mao Yong’an far behind.
Damn you, Wang Ye!
Mao Yong’an angrily cursed as he took out several origami cranes from his backpack.
The material was not paper, but some kind of leather.
The origami cranes flew around continuously in the air, then steadily grasped Mao Yong’an's shoulders and lifted him into the air, chasing after Wang Ye.
As he went deeper into the location, Wang Ye clearly felt a faint fluctuation of energy in the air.
Not far away, in the most secluded corner, there was an isolated small hut.
Seeing Mao Yong’an’s figure approaching in the distance, Wang Ye kicked the door.
The door shattered into pieces.
A pungent bloody smell came from inside.
Bodies covered the floor, their flesh gone, leaving only skeletons behind.
A bald old man was trembling as he held a skinning knife, continuously scraping pieces of flesh off his own legs.
In front of the old man was an altar.
In the center of the altar sat a carved figurine with a cunning smile on its face. Its swollen belly and slightly opened mouth awaited the old man's offering of another trembling piece of his own flesh.
By now, all that remained of the old man's legs were bones.
Wang Ye's expression instantly became solemn.
It wasn't because of the old man, but rather the fat-bellied figurine draped in a blood-red monk's robe!
It was related to the Buddhists!
Wang Ye judged in an instant.
At the same time, Mao Yong’an rushed breathlessly into the room.
The origami cranes flew into his black backpack.
Standing beside Wang Ye and seeing this scene, Mao Yong'an's pupils suddenly contracted: It's this damned thing!
As he spoke, Mao Yong’an’s eyes shifted slightly, and he turned to leave.
The door closed on its own, blocking Mao Yong’an inside.
The old man slowly turned around to look at Wang Ye and Mao Yong’an, a hint of gentleness on his face.
My children, help this old monk.
The old man said kindly while still holding the dripping skinning knife.
On the floor, countless twisted skeletons stood up eerily, surrounding Wang Ye and Mao Yong’an in the middle.
Wang Ye's face was icy as he said flatly to the old man: Master, why don't I help you pass on today?
As he spoke, without giving the old man time to react, Wang Ye made his move.
Leaping over countless skeletons, Wang Ye reached the old man in the blink of an eye. Drawing out his ghost knife, he slashed fiercely at the old man's neck, slicing through the air.
The old man's smile didn't change, as if he hadn't seen Wang Ye at all. He continued gently scraping the remaining bits of flesh off his legs with the skinning knife.
Wang Ye felt a sudden pain shooting through his leg in the same spot, as the skin there violently ruptured.
Blood instantly gushed out.
Not far away, Mao Yong’an also cried out in pain, clutching his leg as he yelled, "Wang, we can't mess with this guy. Think of a way for us to get out of here!"
Thanks to his powerful physique, Wang Ye’s leg wound slowly started to heal.
The old man carefully picked up the strip of flesh he had just scraped off and fed it into the figurine's mouth.
Though it was just a statue, its mouth moved eerily, continuously chewing.
To devote oneself to the Buddha is our glory.
The old man's voice was full of piety. As his words rang out, an uncontrollable thought arose in Wang Ye's mind.
Offer your body to this figurine!!!
But in just an instant, Wang Ye regained his composure. Looking coldly at the old man, he snorted, "What business do I have with Buddha!"
With that, he shattered the skeletons crowded around him and slashed at the old man again with his knife.
The old man sighed serenely, raising the skinning knife to his left hand and scraping off a bloody strip of flesh.
In the same spot on Wang Ye's hand, blood misted again.
But this time Wang Ye's expression didn't change at all. Enduring the intense pain in his arm, he slashed at the old man's neck.
Clang!
It was like hitting steel, making a clear, crisp sound.
There was only a faint white mark on the old man's neck, not even a wound.
Oh oh, put down your blade, and attain instant enlightenment.
The old man kept feeding the figurine as he chuckled.
Wang Ye took a deep breath and cautiously retreated two steps, staring intently at the old man: How about you put down your knife first, and I'll put down mine?
My disciple, you are still attached.
The old man sighed, and said no more as he turned his knife on his own arm again.
Wang Ye grunted as he stumbled back two steps, his face slightly pale.
This bizarre skinning knife didn't just injure him. As it moved up and down, he vaguely sensed his vitality draining away.
Not far away, Mao Yong'an seemed rather anxious: Wang Ye, this old freak is too strong. We definitely can't handle him. And you have no idea how terrifying that Buddha statue is. We're in big trouble!
I can immobilize the old bastard for 3 seconds. Head for the door then—it's our only chance to escape!
Mao Yong'an spoke rapidly as he clutched his continuously bleeding hand.
Wang Ye glanced at Mao Yong'an and was silent for a moment.
As the old man raised his knife again, Wang Ye nodded: Alright!
Mao Yong'an took a deep breath and pulled out a mirror from his pocket. Oddly, the mirror was coated with a layer of black paint.
Now!
Mao Yong'an yelled as he vigorously rubbed off some of the paint, exposing the mirror surface.
Red light flashed from the surface, shining on the old man.
The old man's body instantly froze in place.
At the same time... Wang Ye charged at the old man.
Moving in sync with him was Mao Yong'an.
Still holding up the mirror, he showed no intention of leaving. Instead he rushed at the old man alongside Wang Ye.
Mao Yong'an gave Wang Ye an odd look and angrily cursed, "Damn you, Wang Ye!"
Then he added unwillingly, "We're splitting this treasure 50/50!"
Wang Ye glanced coolly at Mao Yong'an and gave a soft snort, speeding up his pace.
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)
iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
