120: Mysterious Hunting Team

Lin Xiaoman's voice trembled: "Me? Can I join? I don't have any abilities."

Lu Chen said impatiently, "You only need to answer: do you want to, or not?"

As the golden host of the television station, Lin Xiaoman understood her situation. She had killed Li Yong, her hands stained with blood, and there was no turning back.

She took a deep breath, and when she looked up, her eyes had become firm: "I want to!"

"Very good!" Lu Chen nodded in satisfaction.

He waved his right hand, and the heavenly dao diary appeared out of thin air.

Lu Chen quickly flipped through the pages, finally stopping on one: Bat Martial Soul, possesses ultrasonic positioning ability, capable of precisely searching for infected enemies. In the second stage, it can also grow wings to fly, possessing decent combat power.

Coupled with the primordial desolation civilization's evil Cultivation Technique—the Nether Bat Sound Art—it was a perfect combination.

Lu Chen grabbed with his bare hand, pulling data from the heavenly dao diary. A quietblue glow of data flowed from between his five fingers, directly entering Lin Xiaoman's glabella.

"Ah~"

Lin Xiaoman let out an alluring moan as powerful energy surged within her body.

Her pajamas could not withstand this power and instantly burst into fragments.

Countless black runes flowed over her fair skin, eventually merging completely into her body.

A full ten minutes passed before Lin Xiaoman recovered from the energy impact.

Her Cultivation had actually reached the Foundation Establishment Stage!

She could clearly perceive every subtle change in her surroundings, even hearing the heartbeat of a mouse behind the wall with perfect clarity.

Realizing that she had obtained a great Opportunity, Lin Xiaoman disregarded her naked embarrassment and directly prostrated herself on the ground, her forehead striking the earth heavily: "Thank you, Master, for imparting the Cultivation Technique! This Disciple will not let you down!"

Lu Chen smiled faintly: "Do you think this is a Wuxia drama? I am not your Master. You can call me 'Hunter Lord'. As a member of the hunting squad, your mission is to monitor strange incidents around the world, identify those out-of-control superpowered infected individuals, and eliminate them."

"Yes! Hunter Lord!" Lin Xiaoman respectfully responded, then cautiously asked, "Then... are there other members in the squad?"

"There will be in other cities!" Lu Chen said indifferently, "In the Motherland, this city currently only has you." As he spoke, he took out a glowing object from the heavenly dao diary. "This is a forbidden item exclusive to members of the hunting squad—the black mist stele."

After speaking, Lu Chen held out a fist-sized stone: "The black mist stele has two functions. The first is to find strange incidents, guiding you to investigate and hunt; the second is to enter the black mist space for Cultivating and meeting with other members."

Lin Xiaoman looked at the treasure emitting a dark glow, trembling: "Hunter Lord? You... are you a deity?"

Lu Chen said indifferently: "Don't ask about things you shouldn't ask. Just complete your mission."

Lin Xiaoman respectfully said: "Yes! Your subordinate will definitely complete the mission!"

"Very good," Lu Chen smiled faintly. Suddenly, he reached out and grabbed Lin Xiaoman.

Lin Xiaoman thought that her alluring body had made the Hunter Lord unable to resist, but Lin Xiaoman did not resist. Instead, she actively pushed out her beautiful curves.

Who would have thought?

Lu Chen's five fingers did not grab her pride, but rather grabbed the top of her head.

Instantly, Lin Xiaoman's brain roared, feeling as if something was being drawn out.

When she opened her eyes again, the Hunter Lord had disappeared. Lin Xiaoman found that she could not remember what the Hunter Lord looked like. If it weren't for Li Yong's corpse on the ground and the Ten Thousand Image Pagoda in her hand, Lin Xiaoman would have doubted that she had a nightmare.

Looking at Li Yong's corpse on the ground, Lin Xiaoman suddenly couldn't help but lick her lips.

The Bat Martial Soul activated uncontrollably. Lin Xiaoman lay on the ground, frantically sucking blood and gnawing on flesh, cleaning up the crime scene perfectly.

Burp!

After all that, Lin Xiaoman let out a satisfied burp... Next, Lu Chen could create various strange incidents and mysterious dungeons.

Then, he would have the hunting squad clear them, which would continuously increase heavenly dao energy.

Lin Xiaoman alone was definitely not enough; Lu Chen still needed to recruit more members for the hunting squad.

I've got it!

Lu Chen suddenly remembered that he had promised Chen Xu to resurrect Zhang Ye.

As Heavenly Dao, how could he go back on his word?

Without needing Zhang Ye's birth date, Lu Chen possessed all of Zhang Ye's Soul data.

Lock on, Heavenly Dao Eye, check!

Instantly, he arrived in Nanjiang City.

Two days had passed since Zhang Ye's sacrifice.

At this moment, a grand memorial service was being held.

The memorial service was solemn and dignified, with black and white wreaths filling the mourning hall.

In front of Zhang Ye's portrait, his wife Tian Ling was crying to the point of near collapse, and their five-year-old daughter's small face was flushed, sobbing and calling out "Daddy."

Leaders of all levels and comrades-in-arms stood solemnly in neat formation, saluting the hero.

Lu Chen's gaze locked onto Zhang Ye, who lay peacefully in the crystal coffin.

He extracted Zhang Ye's complete Soul data.

"Go!" With a soft shout, points of light rained down, merging into the corpse.

However, a dead person cannot undergo Soul Fusion.

A flash of inspiration struck Lu Chen, and he summoned a primordial desolation evil art from the primordial desolation civilization—the Corpse Puppet Art!

A quietgreen data stream entered Zhang Ye's body, and the corpse instantly transformed into a Corpse Puppet.

After all, Lu Chen was not the Earth's Heavenly Dao and could not bring the dead back to life.

Therefore, by turning Zhang Ye into a Corpse Puppet and then injecting the Soul data into it, while also removing the corpse Qi, there would be no difference from an ordinary person.

The Corpse Puppet instantly gained self-awareness, Zhang Ye's Soul Awakening, and he suddenly sat up from the coffin!

"Ah!!! He's back from the dead!!!"

The scene instantly descended into chaos.

An old leader's glasses fell off in fright, and several women almost fainted.

The young soldiers looked at each other, muttering continuously: "I am a great materialist soldier. Ghosts absolutely cannot exist in this world. This is absolutely impossible... This must be an illusion..."

Zhang Ye's wife, Tian Ling, didn't care about whether it was a resurrection or not. She rushed forward excitedly and hugged Zhang Ye.

"Daddy! I knew Daddy was lying to me, Daddy is alive!" The five-year-old daughter cried tears of joy and rushed over.

Zhang Ye also looked bewildered: "What's going on? I'm, resurrected!"

Instantly, Zhang Ye understood. It must be that the Transmigrator Civilization had succeeded! Victorious! Therefore, everyone had been resurrected!

Hahaha!

Zhang Ye laughed loudly, excitedly hugging his wife and daughter. A grown man, in front of his relatives, friends, and comrades, burst into tears.

His comrades also understood: it must be the protection of the Chinese deities! Moved by Zhang Ye's spirit! No, wait, I'm a materialist, how can I believe in these things? Amitabha, my sin, my sin.

Those comrades saved by Zhang Ye rushed forward, tears streaming down their faces: "Brother Ye! You saved our lives!"

Zhang Ye wiped away his tears and grinned: "What saving or not saving! We're all comrades! We're all brothers!"

Instantly, the funeral turned into a celebration!

Everyone cheered and celebrated with drinks.

Even his wife, Tian Ling, who never drank, had a few glasses.

After the excitement, and after relatives and friends had left.

Zhang Ye held his wife and daughter, and said seriously: "I'm sorry, I have a very important matter to confirm. I'll be back very soon."

Tian Ling held Zhang Ye tightly, not daring to let go: "No, I won't! You said that last time too! Don't leave me again."

His daughter was also crying uncontrollably.

Zhang Ye choked up, stroking his wife's face: "Aren't you curious why I came back from the dead?"

Tian Ling shook her head: "I'm not curious. As long as you're alive, whether I believe in Buddha or God from now on, I'll believe in them all!"

Zhang Ye said gently: "I can't explain it in a short while, but I must leave now. Be good, listen, and take care of our daughter."

Zhang Ye was an extremely responsible man. What he wanted to know most now was, if he was resurrected, what about the others? Were the others resurrected?

He had to confirm this matter now.

So, without delay, he flew to Chen Xu's hometown, Shanghai!

In the other world, Chen Xu had said that his home on Earth, Shanghai Tangcheng Yipin, belonged to a rich person!

When Zhang Ye found Chen Xu's home, he immediately saw Chen Xu's mourning hall.

His family members were crying heartbrokenly.

Zhang Ye felt a thunderbolt strike his heart, disbelief filling him: "What's going on? Why am I alive while Chen Xu is dead? What exactly happened afterwards?"