If Lu Zhe didn't have an unusually sensitive nose, he would never have smelled it.
Then he found a spot on some weeds, opened it up, and smelled it in front of his nose!
His heart ached immediately: He had frightened his beloved concubines again!
"What is this stuff?"
"Maybe pee pee!"
"Ah?"
Lu Zhe thought for a moment, took out a small cloth folded into a square from his pocket, and carefully smelled it again, and also smelled his fingers.
"It's a faint scent!"
Tang Xiaoguo felt like her Barbie doll had been ransacked: "Lu Zhe, what kind of freaky skill is this!"
"In the wilderness, a keen sense of smell is sometimes more important than eyesight!"
"Is your nose that good?"
Lu Zhe nodded: "Believe it or not, I can smell it when any of you gets your period!"
Tang Xiaoguo was even more horrified: "No way!"
Lu Zhe made up nonsense: "This is a basic skill for guys, I just don't usually talk about it!"
As he spoke, he concentrated on breathing in and carefully distinguished the faint scent, confirming the spot where Qian Qian had walked through the grass.
"Sure enough, she went towards the woods, this way!"
With one hand holding a torch and the other pulling Tang Xiaoguo, Lu Zhe went inside!
The two fumbled in the woods for over two hours, and Qian Qian's faint urine smell faded away.
Lu Zhe was secretly worried, could he lose the trail?
Just then, Lu Zhe smelled another scent.
The smell of roast turkey!
He slowly looked up!
In the darkness, a wild turkey about as tall as Lu Zhe slowly walked out!
Perhaps harboring deep hostility towards humans, its eyes were now full of irritation and anger!
Tang Xiaoguo was so scared that she immediately ran behind Lu Zhe.
Lu Zhe shielded Tang Xiaoguo and drew out his 30-style commando dagger: "Don't be afraid!"
Next, it charged at Lu Zhe and Tang Xiaoguo!
Tang Xiaoguo screamed in terror!
Lu Zhe wanted to find Ning Shu and Qian Qian as soon as possible, and was too lazy to discuss life with it. His left hand grabbed Tang Xiaoguo's neck and forced her down to avoid the turkey's attack, while his right hand swung the sharp blade forward!
"Shua..." A cold light flashed by, and something fell on Tang Xiaoguo's shoulder!
"What's this..." Tang Xiaoguo picked it up and was instantly dumbfounded!
A turkey head!
It was actually the turkey's head!
The head was pretty big, the beak half open, the eyes half closed, looking thoroughly dead!
Tang Xiaoguo was scared to death, screaming while trampling the turkey head into the ground.
Indeed, the turkey had misjudged Lu Zhe’s capabilities, thinking Tang Xiaoguo would flee at the sight of it like the other two girls!
Little did it expect that Lu Zhe didn’t even need his gun, and went straight for its weakest spot with one slash!
Instant kill!
No different from slaughtering a chicken.
But even more horrifying things happened next!
The headless turkey didn't fall down!
The pale moonlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves, illuminating a headless turkey standing there!
Not to mention Tang Xiaoguo, even Lu Zhe felt goosebumps all over his body!
Next, the turkey’s bleeding neck thrashed around as it stumbled away!
It ran away??
A headless turkey actually ran away!
Have you ever seen anything like this?
In fact Lu Zhe had. Recalling his grandfather slaughtering chickens in his childhood courtyard, the decapitated chickens flying around crazily, he had felt something was off back then already.
Whereas Tang Xiaoguo directly screamed!
Lu Zhe quickly covered her mouth.
"It's okay, it's because the turkey's entire nervous system hasn't completely died yet, its heart and circulatory system are still working, supporting it to live for a period of time, but it won't last long."
Tang Xiaoguo asked shakily: "Not long...how long is that!"
Lu Zhe recalled reading in a magazine about a chicken named "Mike" that lived for 18 months after losing its head.
"Probably...no more than 18 months!"
"What? Eighteen months?"
Tang Xiaoguo imagined a headless chicken casually wandering around the woods, and almost fainted from fright.
Lu Zhe added: "But it has lost the ability to eat, with no one to care for it, so it probably won't last long!"
"Then...what do we do now?"
"Keep looking for the class monitor and Qian Qian!"
Saying so, Lu Zhe picked up the turkey head Tang Xiaoguo had trampled several times, all dirty and muddy, clearly thoroughly dead.
But Lu Zhe discovered the turkey's snood had signs of damage!
These were fresh wounds, caused by huge impact, no way Tang Xiaoguo's stomping could have done that!
"Gunshot wounds?"
If these were gun wounds, it meant Ning Shu and Qian Qian had encountered this turkey!
If so, could they ascertain if the two were injured?
"Let's go!"
"Go where?"
"Find that headless turkey!"
"Huh, what for?"
"Ask it some questions!"
Saying so, Lu Zhe pulled Tang Xiaoguo along to follow the turkey's blood trail, finding it 200 meters away!
Incredibly, it still wasn't dead!
Now it was wandering aimlessly around the woods!
"Little Zhe ge, I'm a bit scared..."
"Don't bullshit...gege is scared too!"
But for their companions, they had to grit their teeth and go on. Lu Zhe pressed down the headless turkey, and stabbed the 30-style commando dagger into its chest!
Fresh blood gushed out, and after a while, it finally stopped moving.
Lu Zhe knew a turkey's most dangerous weapons were its claws!
He picked it up and smelled it!
There was the scent of a bear, some of Ning Shu's scent, but no scent of Qian Qian!
Lu Zhe's heart skipped a beat!
Was Ning Shu injured?
He became increasingly anxious!
Where on earth were they!
"Fruit, don't stop, keep blowing the whistle!"
"Oh, okay!"
"Toot toot toot...toot toot toot..." The whistle sounded throughout the woods, but there was no response.
Lu Zhe could only keep searching nearby, but soon, he found more clues about the class monitor and Qian Qian!
200 meters from where they were attacked by the turkey, Lu Zhe discovered a pile of poop!
Very common in the wildlife-filled woods!
Boar's, goat's, monkey's...
Boar and bear poop was quite similar to human poop!
But Lu Zhe was certain this wasn't from a bear or boar!
Because no animal would cover up their poop with Mimosa pudica leaves after they finished.
Long days on the deserted island allowed the girls to adapt, always keeping spare sea sponges and some Mimosa leaves for when nature called.
"Why are you still playing with this stuff!"
"What playing, I'm trying to determine which companion this belongs to from the excrement, to assess Ning Shu and Qian Qian's current condition!"
"How to determine that?"
Lu Zhe carefully lifted the leaves, then searched on it!
A slightly mind-breaking affair, but Lu Zhe had to persevere!
Soon, he found something valuable!
A curled hair!
He excitedly said: "It's the class monitor's, she...she's still alive!"
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"
