"Damn it, old Yin Bi, don't go too far. It was this Dao Ye who suppressed him!" Accompanied by Mao Yong'an's miserable screams, Wang Ye took advantage of his powerful physique to be the first to arrive in front of the old man, "Hehe, it goes both ways!"
Without paying attention to the bizarre Buddha statue, he reached for the scraping knife in the old man's hand.
This thing, it looks like it has the same function as the deboning knife.
But at times, the scraping knife can do things the deboning knife cannot, such as...remote attack!
When encountering some who play with psychic power, fighting them with one's physique and endurance, wearing down the opponent to death!
As for pain...
Hehe, those afraid of pain have long died.
Even Mao Yong'an, who was jumping up and down in pain, did not shrink back for the sake of his treasure.
Sure enough, Mao Yong'an directly swept past the scraping knife and grabbed the Buddha statue in the center of the altar.
Wang Ye couldn't help but curse inwardly. The Buddha statue obviously had big problems. This old monk didn't know how long he could control it. Touching the Buddha statue randomly was simply asking for death.
This guy was even more fearless than himself for the sake of treasure.
Just as Wang Ye snatched the scraping knife, Mao Yong'an's hand also touched the Buddha statue.
On the altar, the little man wearing monk robes had his eyes shifting bizarrely, with a sly smile as he stared at Mao Yong'an.
His mouth suddenly opened, biting his fingers.
Accompanied by a crunching sound, Mao Yong'an's fingers were bitten in his mouth, constantly chewing.
Bizarrely, there was no trace of blood flowing from Mao Yong'an's fingers. Through the wound, straw could vaguely be seen inside.
Another straw man?
I said this guy has a lot of guts!
Or maybe even getting injured and bleeding earlier was an act?
No, impossible. With Mao Yong'an's personality, how could he let a fake body carry that black backpack.
Looking at the situation, Wang Ye instantly analyzed it, sweeping his eyes around the room. There seemed to be a shadow shifting at the door.
Sure enough, this guy was not simple either.
At this time...the rigidity of the old man's body disappeared, leaving only half of his intact torso slightly twisting, looking at Wang Ye with a gentle smile still on his face, "Little donor, can you return the knife to this old monk?"
The old man's voice contained a strange abrasiveness. Wang Ye's eyes instantly became distracted, his whole body stiffened as he walked woodenly towards the old monk.
Mao Yong'an's fake body rapidly retreated. From the shadows by the door, another Mao Yong'an walked out, with a trace of anxiety on his face, "Wang Ye, retreat!"
Wang Ye seemed to not hear any sounds. He still walked numbly forward, arriving at the old man's side, slowly raising his hand holding the deboning knife.
The old man smiled satisfiedly, raising his hand ready to take it.
The next second, a bright look flashed through Wang Ye's eyes. His body's speed instantly increased as he firmly stabbed the scraping knife into the old man's forehead.
The old man's pupils slightly rolled back as the aura on his body gradually dissipated.
Wang Ye's forehead also exploded. His head was like being smashed by a sledgehammer. Blood kept dripping down his face, dyeing his whole face red.
His aura also instantly weakened. He staggered back two steps and sat down on the ground, panting nonstop. His bloodied face was full of ferocity.
Mao Yong'an looked at this scene, slightly startled, with puzzlement in his eyes.
The Buddhist sect was skilled at bewitching methods. With Wang Ye being a simple physical cultivator, how could he resist it?
After a long time, Wang Ye, who had recovered some strength, endured the intense pain in his head, wiped the blood from his face, and coldly laughed at the old man who had lost all signs of life.
The ghost knife couldn't cut you, but the scraping knife could!
Old thing, you personally tested the effect this scraping knife has on you!
Wang Ye looked towards the tranquil Buddha statue placed in the center of the altar, trying hard to stimulate his physique to recover his strength. The backlash from this scraping knife was simply stronger than the deboning knife.
He vaguely had a premonition that things were far from over.
Mao Yong'an, who was usually noisy, also uncharacteristically kept quiet, silently standing in the corner, constantly scrutinizing the Buddha statue on the altar.
In fact, he didn't recognize this thing. He just subconsciously judged that it was a very powerful spiritual object.
In order to get Wang Ye to leave so he could keep it for himself, that's why he put on the whole act.
However, he didn't expect Wang Ye to not fall for it, making himself look like a clown instead.
Moreover, if both he and Wang Ye left empty-handed, it would still be better. But looking at the scraping knife that Wang Ye kept gripping tightly, Mao Yong'an felt heartache for no reason.
In all these years of treasure hunting, this was the first time he had suffered a loss.
The room fell into complete silence. The old man had become a complete corpse, lying on the ground with his head still facing Wang Ye's direction, filled with deep resentment.
The Buddha statue on the altar lost its sly smile due to lack of flesh to eat. Its eyes flickered with impatience as they kept scanning. When it swept over Wang Ye, there was greed flashing through them.
Outside the door, the ghoul slaves were still ceaselessly howling, devouring each other.
As time passed, the sounds grew smaller until they disappeared.
Wang Ye's aura gradually stabilized and his pale complexion also gradually turned ruddy.
At this time...
The howls of the ghouls outside the door completely disappeared.
The air was somewhat condensed, with traces of bloodiness, falling into an eerie silence.
Wang Ye narrowed his eyes, put away the scraping knife, and slowly drew out the ghost knife, silently waiting.
Mao Yong'an's eyes were vigilant as he assembled the exaggerated grenade launcher again, propping it on his shoulder.
At this time...
The room door suddenly opened.
A ghoul slave missing most of its flesh and blood, emanating powerful pressure, walked in.
Its belly was swollen to an exaggerated degree, as if it would explode at any moment.
On the altar, the bizarre Buddha statue's eyes were filled with a smile again, full of bloodthirst.
'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.
【Prologue: The Beginning of It All – Use holy water to heal the saintess tainted by demonic energy, then converse with her.】 Shen Nian stared at his older sister sipping yogurt, lost in thought. So you’re telling me my sister is the saintess, and yogurt is the holy water? 【Main Quest 1: Brave Youth, Become an Adventurer! Reward: Rookie Adventurer Title.】 【Side Quest 1: Find the Adorable Kitty! Reward: 1000 Gold Coins.】 Shen Nian: "Wait, I’m a high school senior here—did some guy who got isekai’d accidentally bind his system to me?" Hold on, completing quests gives gold rewards? Titles even boost stats? Is this for real? (A lighthearted, absurd campus comedy—not a revenge power fantasy.)
u serious?" Chen Feng watched helplessly as his painstakingly trained disciple, fresh off a championship victory, publicly abandoned him. "You had your chance, but you didn’t appreciate it. Now, face the consequences of your choice!" Chen Feng possessed the "Master System," a treasure trove of supreme martial arts techniques, capable of molding ordinary individuals into peerless prodigies. "Legs like yours? A shame not to train in the Crippling Kick." "Ever heard of a palm strike that descends from the heavens?" "Auntie! I see extraordinary bone structure in you—a martial arts prodigy, one in ten thousand." The once-defiant senior disciple, now watching her juniors rise to fame one after another, dominating the internet, was consumed by endless regret.
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!"
