Quick Transmigration: Learning Makes Me Improve

At this moment, Wang Yue's hatred for Zhao Kaiming surpassed his hatred for Yang Jian, who had summoned the door-knocking ghost.

As he faced a life-or-death situation, he suddenly realized...

"The knocking ghost was definitely summoned by that brat Yang Jian."

Not long ago, he made a deal with Wang Xiaoqiang to arrange for someone to deal with a ghost master named Yan Li in Dachang City.

The fierce ghost that Yan Li controlled was called Ghost Blood, and it was very weak.

It can be dealt with by any few ordinary people.

So Wang Yue didn't think much of it.

In retrospect, it was that bastard Wang Xiaoqiang who dug his own grave.

Of all the ghost tamers who survived the knocking ghost incident, only Yang Jian is the most likely to have mastered the method of summoning the knocking ghost.

It seems that Yang Jianding and Yan Li have a close relationship.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have done that to himself.

"snort.

Zhao Kaiming, Yang Jian, if you let me live...

I will make you wish you were dead.

A strong sense of hatred filled Wang Yue's mind.

This made him overlook the pain of the vengeful ghost's resurrection.

The power of the ghost rope was directly maximized.

moment.

The ghost rope, like an enraged snake, shot out from Wang Yue's collarbone.

The rope end was raised high, aimed at Zhao Kaiming.

The next moment, countless ghostly rope phantoms appeared in the sky.

Each of the phantoms exuded a chilling, eerie aura.

Densely packed, layer upon layer.

Like an overwhelming net, it came from all directions to encircle Zhao Kaiming's neck.

Ever since Wang Yue started riding the ghost rope, he has been suspended by the ghost rope tied around his neck every day.

Today, he will also let Zhao Kaiming taste the bitterness of hanging himself.

But Zhao Kaiming only looked up and glanced at it.

"interesting."

The countless rope shadows have already fallen.

It's fast, so fast that there's almost no reaction time.

However, Zhao Kaiming neither dodged nor blocked.

He stood still, raised his right hand, and spread his five fingers.

It stretched out towards the overwhelming shadow of the rope.

The movement was very light, as if catching a falling leaf.

Wang Yue almost burst out laughing.

idiot!

This is a supernatural attack by a ghost rope, not a physical attack.

What's the difference between catching it with your hand and catching a bolt of lightning with your hand?

The next second, his smile froze on his face.

Zhao Kaiming's hand grasped the first rope shadow.

Five fingers, like a door knocker, firmly gripped the elusive shadow that was rapidly darting through the air.

The rope's shadow twisted wildly in his hand.

Like a snake whose vital spot is being pinched, yet it can't break free no matter what it does.

Then comes the second one.

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The countless rope shadows froze in mid-air at the same moment, as if a pause button had been pressed.

Then one by one, they disappeared into Zhao Kaiming's outstretched palm.

With each one he swallowed, the supernatural aura emanating from Zhao Kaiming intensified.

The shadowy ropes gathered and merged in his palm, eventually shrinking from a sky full of phantom images into a single rope.

Wang Yue felt the ghost rope he had controlled for many years being peeled away from his body bit by bit.

"impossible……"

Wang Yue staggered backward, incredulous.

He had never seen anyone handle the supernatural like this before.

Battles between demon slayers are not like this.

They should be testing each other, looking for weaknesses.

It's a competition to see who recovers first and whose rules are stronger.

It shouldn't be like this.

Like Zhao Kaiming, some people simply reach out and snatch someone else's ghost.

Is this even human?

Are you kidding me?

soon.

Zhao Kaiming put away the ghost rope.

The rope marks on Wang Yue's neck had completely disappeared, and his skin was as smooth as if he had never been strangled by the ghost rope.

He knelt on the ground, panting heavily.

Without the Ghost Rope, he was just an ordinary person.

His body had already been riddled with holes by the ghost rope.

Without supernatural support, he wouldn't survive more than a few minutes.

Zhao Kaiming walked up to him and looked down at him.

"You said if I let you live, you would make me wish I were dead."

Zhao Kaiming crouched down, looked directly into Wang Yue's unfocused eyes, and slowly said:

"So I've decided to send you to become an immortal."

Wang Yue opened his mouth as if to say something, but died suddenly the next moment.

Zhao Kaiming spat at him.

"Pah, you're such a pretentious bitch."

He twirled the ghost rope on his wrist, pondering, "What am I going to do with this thing?"

It's too weak to be used for controlling; it can only be used as a supernatural prop.

However, this ghost rope will come in handy when Yang Jian hangs himself. I wonder what little Yang will think when he finds out through the human skin paper that this thing is in my hands, hahaha.

Zhao Kaiming smiled mischievously.

"If Yang Jian comes knocking on our door, we'll just rent it to him."

The mirror ghost Zhang Wei encountered was quite interesting; why don't we have him catch one and trade it for it...?

However, those are things for the future. The most important thing right now is to bring the old man who knocks on the door to justice.

Zhao Kaiming dispersed his divine sense.

An old man dressed in a long black robe, his face covered in lividity, was seen walking towards them.

His eyes were lifeless and gray.

It was pitch black all around, without a single ray of light.

As he moved, the heavy darkness engulfed everything behind him.

"They're here!" Zhao Kaiming murmured.