Soon, Teacher Li found himself surrounded by hordes of zombies.
Blood began pooling on the ground.
The zombies on the outer edges, unable to reach the flesh, hastily dropped to the ground and began lapping up his blood from the dusty surface.
Several heads frantically licked the ground, cleaning the filthy surface spotless.
Those who couldn't get to the meat could only drink the "soup" from the outside.
Shen Qianqian covered her mouth, her body and head trembling.
It was unclear whether from grief or fear.
A baseball bat was weakly thrown out, landing on the ground, stained with dust and blood, slowly rolling to Shen Qianqian's feet.
She stepped forward and picked up the bat.
Teacher Li had held it for so long that it still retained his sweat and warmth, evidence of his fierce struggle for life.
Now, this warmth was transferred to Shen Qianqian.
She raised the bat, her eyes empty of emotion, knowing she must make one final stand for her survival.
The zombies on the periphery, having finished drinking the blood, suddenly noticed the few living children in this direction.
The children behind Shen Qianqian, having lost their last protector, let out desperate, piercing wails.
She felt her hands growing weak on the bat, as it was impossible not to be afraid.
"BANG!"
Just as Shen Qianqian was about to charge forward, a huge wooden crate suddenly dropped in front of her, sending dust flying everywhere.
What was happening?
A punk girl wearing a black baseball cap descended from above, landing steadily on the large crate, positioning herself between Shen Qianqian and the zombies.
She wore a black and purple trendy jacket with open lapels, revealing a skull t-shirt underneath.
Her lower half was obscured by the jacket, making it appear as if she wasn't wearing pants, though she actually had black shorts on.
Her cap was adorned with gaudy golden patterns, and her similarly golden-dyed hair flowed from beneath it, tied into two fluffy braids behind her.
Her bare face wore no makeup, yet she looked like a lotus emerging from water, with a slight blush on her white skin, creating a stark contrast with her outfit.
She had a half-smoked ladies' cigarette in her mouth, its blueberry design half-burned away.
She reached behind her back, pulled out an axe, and spoke in an undeniable yet casual tone:
"Step back, little sister!"
A man in a suit also descended, his face serious and cold. He extended his arm in front of Shen Qianqian and said:
"Please step back."
The punk girl swung her axe into an approaching zombie's head, destroying it.
Simultaneously, she kicked another biting zombie's head into the wall.
The kick was incredibly powerful, smashing the zombie's head against the wall hard enough to create cracks.
Its head exploded, creating a firework-like display on the wall.
"Watch Wang Yuan's condition!"
The punk girl shouted without looking back, continuing to battle through the zombie horde with extremely violent methods, causing zombie heads to explode left and right.
Suit Man glanced back at a little girl sitting on the ground – presumably Wang Yuan, whom the punk girl had mentioned.
"She's fine."
Suit Man replied tersely, his face remaining expressionless.
Shen Qianqian and the elementary school students watched wide-eyed at these two people who had descended from above, especially the punk girl fighting the zombies.
She had cleared a space in front of her through the zombie horde, with zombie blood and brain matter splattered across the ground, walls, and ditches.
Meanwhile, the blueberry-flavored ladies' cigarette in her mouth hadn't even burned out yet.
The punk girl blew out a smoke ring, taking an elegant drag.
Then, taking advantage of the gap in the zombie ranks, she turned and slapped the wooden crate behind her, popping open its lid.
She flipped her baseball cap around, moving the brim to the back, then reached inside and pulled out an enormous red chainsaw!
Its teeth were covered in blood stains, clearly used for cutting through flesh.
"Dinner time!!"
The girl yanked the chainsaw's pull cord, and it immediately roared to life, like a beast that had been hungry for ages.
The space she had cleared was quickly filled with more zombies, showing no fear of the chainsaw in her hands.
They had no concept of true death.
The punk girl's small frame wielding the massive red chainsaw created a strange contrast.
"VRRRRRRR!!"
The chainsaw immediately engaged with the zombie horde, creating a mist of blood as it shredded through flesh.
The surrounding zombies fell like grass before a mower, their bodies split in half, writhing on the ground.
Their fearless charge crumbled in an instant.
The white skull on the punk girl's t-shirt was now stained red.
"This is awesome!!!"
Her face lit up with excitement, like a happy child, as she charged through the zombie horde with her chainsaw, unstoppable.
The scene became quite gruesome, causing several elementary school students to cover their eyes.
Only the punk girl, like a grim reaper, continued to cut through the zombie masses again and again.
Accompanied by the chainsaw's rough roar, the ground became littered with severed zombie bodies.
She walked over, stepping on the zombies' upper bodies one by one, driving the chainsaw's end into their heads.
Like opening cans, she made their red and white contents spray out.
"All done!"
Now nothing moved on the ground – she had single-handedly chainsawed through dozens of zombies.
She lowered the chainsaw she'd been carrying and tossed it into the crate, dusting off her blood-covered hands.
"THUNK!"
The chainsaw landed in the crate with a crash.
"Ji Mengyao, couldn't you be gentler? If you keep treating it like this, I won't fix it for you anymore."
Suit Man spoke with displeasure, though even his threats were delivered without expression.
Ji Mengyao, as the punk girl was called, ignored Suit Man's criticism, pulling out tissues to clean her face and hands.
After cleaning up, she pulled another blueberry-flavored ladies' cigarette from her pocket and said carelessly:
"Why so stingy? This big guy can take quite a beating."
She took out a lighter, lit up, and took a deep drag.
The blueberry menthol flavor immediately filled her nose and lungs, refreshing her.
"Give me one too."
Suit Man spoke again, requesting a cigarette with his poker face, showing no proper etiquette for asking.
Ji Mengyao moved her cap brim back to the front, complaining:
"Look, these are ladies' cigarettes. Why does a big guy like you keep stealing them from me?"
Nevertheless, she didn't stop her movement, walking over to put one in Suit Man's mouth and thoughtfully lighting it for him.
Suit Man immediately took a deep drag, lowered the cigarette, and exhaled:
"Can't help it, they're too fragrant."
Even in this moment of appreciation, his expression didn't change – he was definitely stone-faced.
After a few more puffs, he continued:
"Consider it payment for my hard work. I always help you carry stuff, I'm going to get injured at this rate."
Hearing Suit Man's words, Ji Mengyao just snorted and pouted without speaking, preparing to turn away.
"Watch out!"
The still-smoking Suit Man suddenly changed expression, grabbing Ji Mengyao and rolling to the side with her.
"THUD!"
A huge metal blade crashed down exactly where Ji Mengyao had been standing!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
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'!"
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
