Wandering the Heavens: Becoming a Killer

After the reunification, Wang Lun immediately returned to the place where Xuanmiao's disciples were, but found that they had already left.

Go to the last city of Longguo to resist the ghosts.

Wang Lun had no choice but to come to the last city, Zhonghai.

When Zhang Daoyuan saw that the master had returned safely, he knew that the situation was settled.

However, the master's seven-year-old body was now full of white hair and wrinkles, with a hunched back and holding the Xuanyuan Sword as a cane.

"Master!"

Zhang Daoyuan's eyes were filled with tears. A man in his seventies almost cried when he saw the master like this.

"I'm fine! Don't think I'm going to die. Keep collecting ghosts for me, and I'll recover naturally."

Wang Lun said helplessly, I'll still be alive if you die.

"Master, please rest assured, I will definitely complete the task well!"

Zhang Daoyuan patted his chest and promised.

The next day.

The people of Zhonghai City walked out of their homes and cried with joy after learning that the era of ghosts was forcibly ended by the master of Xuanmen.

Finally, they don't have to live those days of fear.

...

One year after Wang Lun came to this world.

Most of the hundreds of billions of ghosts in the world (many of them are animals, not all humans) were driven back to the underworld, and 10 billion of them were killed by Wang Lun.

Wang Lun also returned to normal.

Feeling the wisdom and physique of the billion-level, Wang Lun just wanted to say one thing, who else.

Wang Lun once flew to outer space for experiments, and the speed of vacuum has reached the speed of light.

One punch can directly shatter a small planet.

The Heavenly Dao Origin that the Heavenly Dao promised to Wang Lun in the martial arts world was also obtained, and he could use the Heavenly Dao Origin to do many things.

It is basically equivalent to a universal wishing device.

Wang Lun finally chose to use the Origin to perfectly integrate the attributes of his body into the original body.

This way, the loss of attributes can be avoided.

More than 700 million attributes, Wang Lun was also distressed.

Longhu Mountain, Ascension Ceremony.

Wang Lun had to prepare to leave this world.

The requirement of surviving for one year in the main task has been completed.

Wang Lun, wearing a purple and gold Heavenly Master robe, sat in the main seat and looked at the many Xuanmiao disciples below.

"Today is the day of my ascension. After I leave, you must practice hard and not neglect it."

"The crisis of ghosts has not ended..."

After seeing Wang Lun's ascension, everyone felt mixed emotions.

Zhang Daoyuan looked at the Ghost Emperor-level Ghost Jade in his hand and sighed in his heart that the ancestor was still thinking about Xuanmen before leaving.

Before leaving, Wang Lun split the ghost fairy-level ghost jade into seven ghost emperor-level ghost jades, in order to allow the seven leaders of the Xuanmen sect to serve in the underworld.

Bring a large number of Xuanmen disciples to help the martial arts world Tiandao sort out and repair the six reincarnations.

Zhonghai, Longguo finally counted that there were less than 100 million people left out of the 2 billion people.

Most of the people died on the night of the blood moon.

After a year of recuperation, humans have resumed their normal lives.

But too many things were lost and destroyed in the ghost craze.

…

Returning to the main world of the domineering president falling in love with me, the time was exactly twelve o'clock noon.

Wang Lun lay comfortably on the sofa at home, but found that ten days had passed.

There was a lot of dust at home.

"Forget it, I'll clean it up later. Let's see what abilities the special tasks give first."

Wang Lun opened the system settlement interface.

[The main task of the supernatural world has been completed, and you have obtained the permanent ability: sealer. ]

[The special mission in the supernatural world has been completed, and you have obtained the permanent ability: Gourmet. ]

[Gourmet: You are proficient in all cooking skills in the world and can make any kind of food. You can collect special ingredients and make magical dishes according to ancient recipes. ]

[Ancient recipe: This yellowed recipe has no trace of its origin. It records many dishes beyond human cognition, which makes people wonder, can these things really be eaten? ]

[Note: As long as you take out the ingredients, the recipe will be displayed directly. ]

Wang Lun took out an unused zombie eyeball.

[Sashimi zombie eyeball: Requires zombie eyeball*1; after eating, it can treat cataracts. ]

[Stir-fried zombie eyeball: Requires zombie eyeball*1; after eating, it can improve vision. ]

[Grilled zombie eyeball: Requires zombie eyeball*1; after eating, the eyes can tolerate oil smoke gas. 】

【……】

"Well, well, well, you are indeed a gourmet. This is actually a recipe book that can lead people to the extraordinary."

Wang Lun was very satisfied with the gourmet's ability.

I didn't care that the house was a little dirty, I walked out of the room and went to the vegetable market to buy some daily food.

I returned home an hour later.

There were four dishes and one soup on the table, stir-fried meat with green peppers, sweet and sour pork ribs, cola chicken wings, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, and seaweed egg drop soup.

The color, aroma and flavor were all good, and the aroma was fragrant, tempting people to eat it.

Wang Lun couldn't help it anymore, and with a bowl of rice, he swept away all the food on the table.

"It's delicious, it's so delicious, I'm afraid I won't want to order takeout or go to the restaurant to eat in the future."

Wang Lun touched his slightly bulging belly and lay on the sofa like a salted fish.

After resting for a while, he took out his mobile phone to check if anyone had sent him a message.

I left for ten days, and I didn't know if anyone would think of me.

Gao Yuan, director of the Department of Music at Shangjing University: "Xiao Wang, do you have any new works? You haven't released any new works for a month."

The time displayed was three days ago.

"It's still in production, and I only have a little idea for now."

Singer Qin Suyi: "Brother Wang, I participated in the program I Am a Singer. I want to invite you to sing with me, is that okay?"

The display time is two days ago.

"Sorry, I'm composing a new song and I don't have time."

Wang Lun thought for a long time before remembering this person, and he had no interest in contacting him.

Zhao Hanyan, President of Zhao Group: "Wang, the great pianist, are you free to come to my ancestral home to play a song on October 1st?"

The display time is one day ago.

"I'm not very free."

Wang Lun's impression of Zhao Hanyan is that she is generous and does not cause trouble, and the impression is still good.

However, when celebrating the birthday in the ancestral home, there are usually some son-in-law, pretending to be awesome and slapping in the face. Wang Lun is a little disgusted, but also a little interested.

After all, it is still very interesting for the Dragon King to twist his mouth in front of him.

Policewoman Zhang Jiajia: "I heard that the great pianist has returned to China. Do you still remember me? Let's have a meal together when you are free?"

The display time is ten days ago.

"Sorry, I'm full today and I don't have time."

Wang Lun still remembers the policewoman who arrested him for the murderous effect. Although there was a misunderstanding, she also helped Wang Lun find a stable job.

Even though Wang Lun doesn't care now and hasn't been to the company for a year.

However, Zhao Hanyan has never deducted his salary, and it is still 100,000 yuan per month.

Zhao Hanyan, who was handling things, saw that Wang Lun actually replied to the message and put down the documents in his hand.

Pick up the phone and take a look.

No time means no time, free means free, what does not very free mean?