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.
g Yu was preparing for retirement when her organization decided to eliminate her. She transmigrated to a zombie apocalypse world. However, a tiny unexpected situation occurred: She somehow transformed into an adorable little girl?!
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.
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."
y came from. The chests contained supplies, currency, class-change scrolls, skills, talents… and even godhood! The laws of the world were completely rewritten. This became a world where everyone gambled with their fate! Some people, despite having nothing, opened a divine artifact and rose to the top, eventually ruling the world. Others went bankrupt, opened nothing but worthless junk, and leaped from skyscrapers in despair. Lin Ye arrived in this world from another reality, utterly bewildered. “What is going on? Why is everyone a gambling addict?!” “Opening chests? No way. I refuse to gamble. I’ll start with myself!” Until— On his first chest, he obtained a Mythic Talent: Void Incarnation! He could become completely intangible, pass through all things, and reduce everything to nothingness! … On his fiftieth chest, he obtained a Mythic Weapon: Blade of Karma! With a single slash, karma shattered, twisting the universe and overturning the myriad phenomena of creation! … On his ninety-ninth chest, he obtained a Mythic Divine Treasure: Primordial Purple Energy! It could split open the heavens and earth, create all things, and evolve countless worlds with a single thought! Lin Ye: “Now that I think about it… shouldn’t someone have told me that every chest is guaranteed to contain something Mythic?!”
