MTL - Tokyo Literature and Art Times - Chapter 28 'Cut' the inner ghost!

Fang Cheng was beheaded.

was pierced through the heart.

Stuffed with a mouthful of garlic.

Pulled out to bask in the sun.

Torn to pieces by an angry enemy.

Fang Cheng was revived, and he spread his hands to the enemies: “Showdown with you, I’m actually not a vampire!”

Everyone roared: “I believe you ghost!”

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- Description from novelbuddy

translator: ShayanAuthor: flaming fortressIn a world where living beings are inslaved by godlike evil entities hiding in the shadows, monsters feeding on the flesh and souls of the living, worlds falling one after the other.how can the living survive and fight back?.......This is not a pure cultivation novel. This is a world where MC could die any second. He is just a small figure in the grand scheme of things, trying to survive where all hell has been let loose.

On a certain day, Ji Xiao Li led his newly-acquired disciple into a dungeon, feeding him all sorts of priceless red and blue potions.

Teammate: f*ck, tyrant, you have an ore mine at home?

Ji Xiao Li: how did you know my family owns an ore mine?

【Teacher Orders a Salute：disciple, enter the sect, accept my guidance. Tell teacher, what is the sect’s foremost teaching?】

【Milk Tea Small Crisp：Master, isn’t our sect just you and I, what is the foremost teaching?】

【Teacher Orders a Salute：evil, evil disciple! I said to say it so say it!】

【Milk Tea Small Crisp：……】

【Milk Tea Small Crisp：Beat to death YueJian Chunhe that son of a bitch!】

YueJian ChunHe = Milk Tea Small Crisp = Ruan Fenghe

Teacher Orders a Salute = Ji Xiao Li

- Description from Novelupdates

For twenty years since his soul had transmigrated, Bailuo thought this was an ordinary world, until one day, a black leather book appeared in his mind.“Is there magic in this world?”Facing Bailuo’s question, his uncle remained unwavering as he said, “No.”“But there are miracles.”“What are miracles?”“A sword that can release flames, a pot that can pour out gold, a beautiful girl grown from a fruit.”The uncle said, “Controlling the mist, bringing the storm, commanding the thunder.”“Magic!”Bailuo raised his hand and pointed, “This is definitely magic!”“No.”His uncle said, “These are truly miracles.”Years later, when Bailuo looked upon the nation he had built with his own hands, that magnificent and majestic sight, he agreed with what his uncle had said all those years ago, “This is a miracle…”