After The Full-Level Boss Entered The Infinite Game By Mistake

This was one of the greatest discoveries in archeological history, and when everything gets revealed, it might turn history upside down. Qin Cheng followed his professor to Xi’an, where the buried treasuries of a tomb have been covered up for thousands of years. Then, strange and inexplicable events began to happen…. Every nerve of the archeologist trembled in excitement and fear, however, he was even more stunned when the sarcophagus suddenly opened, revealing an Emperor, who lived a thousand years ago, “sleeping” inside. After that, his own heart remained there too……

Wen Jianyan was a fraudster that was best at deceiving people. One day, he was suddenly forced to become a novice anchor in the Nightmare live broadcast room. Wen Jianyan: “…..” A newcomer became the most-watched anchor because he was too good at deceiving people. He lied to his teammates to deceive the audience and NPCs. He could deceive people as well as ghosts. Sooner or later this guy will overturn! There were more and more spectators who were gloating with schadenfreude, looking forward for that day. But…why was the mission in this live room getting more and more strange? 【Senior achor’s side quest: Kiss the evil spirit for 30 seconds】 【Reward: Unknown】 【Top anchor’s main quest: Undress the evil god for three minutes】 【Reward: Unknown】 Audience: Oh, the streamer has mastered a new wealth code? Hurry up, there’s something our paying viewers can’t watch! The top boss approached step by step, whispering temptations: “How is it? Selling CP? We can make the fake thing real.” Wen Jianyan: “…..” I’m sorry, I’m very principled, thank you for not deceiving yourself. — Don’t come here!

There once existed an honorable founder of this panguan school of cultivation. His reputation was illustrious, but nowadays nobody dared to mention him. Even if they did, all they said was, “He met a miserable end.” Only Wen Shi still abided by the rules. Every day, he would pay respects to the founder’s ferocious, colorful portrait, but because of that he ended up summoning a sickly tenant. The tenant stood in front of the portrait and asked, “Who drew this?” Wen Shi: “Me.” Don’t ask. If you do, you’ll just end up feeling touched.

The washed-up magician Zong Jiu transmigrated into a horror, infinite flow novel about a survival show, taking the place of the cannon fodder who died tragically in the first evaluation round. This show was very interesting. Out of the tens of thousands of people, only a hundred people could survive, and the c-position (strongest contender) could even get a universal wish ticket. If it were someone else, they’d probably be scared to death. No one expected that Zong Jiu was not only unafraid, but also caused a sensational stir, shamelessly showing off his tricks the whole way. Once his tricks stopped, and his life could be considered safe and sound, he ended up in a rivalry with the novel’s big villain. Today you try to get at me, tomorrow I’ll get you back, back and forth, it’s pretty fun, heh. As a result, though it was just playing around, one time they got carried away and really did end up sleeping together. Watching the nemesis who was pressing him to the ground, Zong Jiu lazily lifted his gaze. “If you want to kill me then kill me, don’t speak nonsense.” Even when at a disadvantage, he showed no trace of fear, and actually continued to provoke him. That person used his ice-cold finger to trace his ear, and the action heading toward the aorta suddenly stopped. “What a pity. I’ve changed my mind.” — He was once very willing to personally give Zong Jiu death. Every day, he used to regret not gouging out his flesh, personally snapping his neck. But after this person fell into his hands, another, more urgent desire grew like weeds. Compared to winning or losing, he would rather see him crying and panting, with eyes red, begging for mercy.

As soon as Gao Yan came back from vacation in his hometown, he found that there was an eight-handed wooden evil Guanyin in his suitcase that could not be thrown away. The moment he stepped out of the temple, Gao Yan fell into the Guan Luo Yin scene. A prompting in his ears spoke: Welcome to the game of the gods~ First, please be sure to obey the words of the gods. Second, the latest red hot post on the top read: Shock! The whereabouts of Chu Suibi, the only person in the world who passed the main god-level difficulty, is unknown. According to insiders, Chu Suibi is chasing his wife. Yes, you have read that right, that old dog forced Chu Suibi to have a wife! Gao Yan, who has never involved himself with worldly matters, meets Chu Suibi, someone who is too keen to break the rules. Gao Yan: I am a good person. Chu Suibi: Me too. God: Bullshit!!!

Since Guan Shan got the horror game simulator in his head, everything in his eyes became horrifying. A meat restaurant with human corpses hanging in the kitchen, an abandoned apartment building with a phone ringing at midnight, a psychiatric hospital full of murderers… [Only by killing the final BOSS can this simulation be ended! ] As an ordinary person, Guan Shan was scared. In the face of these terrifyingly powerful Bosses, he could only try his best to kill monsters and get some equipment in order to survive. He was barely able to survive each simulation. However, in the eyes of others, Guan Shan was a horror and anomaly himself! “Captain, the S-class dangerous psychic has been killed by him, and the entire base was destroyed by him, but why is he crying for help with a look of fear? Should we save him or not?” “Are you s*upid? He is coming towards us! Let’s run!”

I woke up in my sleep, and a strange door appeared in my home…Behind every door is a strange world. In the nightmare world, Jiang Cheng added the news from the strong man to the fat man, and he almost cried when he heard the latter, “If you die here, the whole family will stand upside down and bleed?” “Is such that.” “Then I don’t think you are too scared?” The fat man widened his eyes. Jiang Cheng turned his head and said in a very formal tone: “Because I am an orphan.”

Eerie prayers were heard, and each name was distinct. “Lord of the Ashes” “Colorless City” “Mist of the White Shore” “Spirit of the Ancient” ” Dream of the Void” “Ruler of the Chaos” After Shen Yi transmigrated to a new world, mysterious groups seemed to be wanting to Summon him nonstop. The church, wizards, investigators, saints… Every summoning group had something they desired. And at the same time, they offered various sacrifices. Shen Yi was overwhelmed with annoyance, but there was nothing he could do to put a stop to it. Eventually, he was successfully summoned by cultists. And the first problem Shen Yi had to face was… A sacrificial little girl, who had slumped on the altar!

The uncanny Dao of heaven, the abnormal immortal and buddha, is it true? Is it false? Lost in confusion, Li Huowang can not distinguish. However, it wasn’t just these that he cannot distinguish, but also himself. He’s sick. He’s very sick.

Xiao Bing, who used to be a top soldier in mercenary and came back to normal life because of the death of his best friend. He started over, played dumb and coped with difficulties. He stood on the bones of others and held beauty by his side. Finally, he succeeded and became the emperor of the city. “Brother Bing, please protect my little sister as well as my families carefully. I feel lucky to accompany you during these 6 years. It is my honor to go through fire and water with you. I’m not regretful!” I’m not regretful! Thinking of what Su Peiya had said before dying, Xiao Bing clenched his fists tightly and cried. He made a decision to protect Su Peiya’s families before finding the spy of Long Men and to make rightful claims for Su Peiya. Xiao Bing did not love Su Peiya, but he regarded her as his only best friend! He unfastened the seat belt when the plane landed safely. Looking at the urn in his hands, he sighed, “We have arrived at Jiang City. You get home now, Peiya.”

The hearse with the weird odor slowed to a stop before the entrance. The sound of pebbles could be heard bouncing on the ceiling. There were footsteps coming from the corridor, and there seemed to be someone sawing next door. The door knob to the room rattled slightly, and the faucet in the bathroom kept dripping even though it had been screwed shut. There was a rubber ball that rolled on its own underneath the bed. Wet footsteps started to surface one after another on the floor. At 3 am, Chen Ge held a cleaver in his hand as he hid beside the room heater. The call he was trying to make was finally answered. “Landlord, is this what you meant by ‘the house can be a little crowded at night’‽”

When disaster struck, Ling Mo knew that the kinds of zombies depicted in doomsday movies would in fact, be totally different from reality… Normally, the most important thing to do during the end of the world is to survive, but when Ling Mo picked up his girlfriend from an abandoned bus, the trajectory of his life had gone completely out of control. The cause of this was very simple. His girlfriend, mutated… Wait, Shana, that sickle in your hand looks like its being pointed at my pants! Senior sister! Stop trying to pounce on me the moment I’m distracted! And little girl, is it really alright for you to just hide by my side and laugh? Lastly…all of you, stop trying to bite me…ahhh!!!