Quick Transmigration: Learning Makes Me Improve

Now, Zhao Kaiming is no longer afraid of anyone.

Even without Yang Jian, he was confident that he could put an end to the supernatural.

Therefore, Zhao Kaiming felt no pressure at all about taking the wood-chopping knife that originally belonged to Yang Jian from Li Qingzhi.

The main reason was that he sensed that the nascent inner world within his body was yearning for this thing.

Could this broken wood-chopping knife represent the "metal" element among the "metal, wood, water, fire, and earth"?

Never mind, let's get it first.

Zhao Kaiming suddenly flashed.

The wounds on his body disappeared instantly.

Then, taking a step forward, he mobilized all his supernatural powers and threw a powerful punch at Li Qingzhi's tall male corpse.

"Bang!"

A dull thud, like a blow to leather.

The tall male corpse flew out.

It lies deep within the dark stairwell.

violence.

That's too violent.

Yang Jian and Xiong Wenwen stared wide-eyed.

"So, you're not just a mage after all..."

In the past, Zhao Kaiming would always stand aside and make a wish with a calm and detached attitude.

If all else fails, try playing Ghost Realm.

What is presented to the world is all from the "Dharma Master" lineage.

I never expected to see this today.

Let them see just how volatile Zhao Kaiming really is.

The sight of the tall male corpse standing before them was suffocating.

Especially the machete in his hand, just one look at it makes one's heart tremble.

Yet this terrifying ghost was knocked down by Zhao Kaiming with a single punch.

And the fact that his wounds suddenly disappeared just now must be some kind of reboot.

If we could turn back time, the damage would be negligible.

That's incredible.

Yang Jian expressed his envy.

What else can I say? I'm just clinging to their coattails.

They followed Zhao Kaiming into the dark third level.

Yang Jian carefully wrapped his and Xiong Wenwen's feet with the Ghost Realm, not daring to touch the footprints on the carpet.

Zhao Kaiming can be careless, but the other two cannot.

Although the tall male corpse seems to have been suppressed by Zhao Kaiming, it is unknown whether this will trigger the rules of the woodcutter's knife.

Yang Jian dared not gamble.

This floor feels different from the previous two.

Yang Jian, in particular, experienced many strange places after accidentally boarding a bus by mistake.

That's the vibe I'm talking about in this hallway.

He whispered suspiciously:

"This feeling... could this be a haunted place?"

"That's right, this is a haunted place."

Zhao Kaiming turned to look at Yang Jian and explained.

"During the Republic of China era, a group of people suppressed the resurgence of the supernatural at that time, and each person was responsible for suppressing a supernatural place."

The Caesars Hotel is the place where the tall male corpse we just saw used to guard.

If I'm not mistaken, the headless ghostly figure on your body is a ghost he controlled in his previous life, which he dismembered.

His name is Li Qingzhi.

Yang Jian: "Ah... So, by coming here, am I walking right into a trap?"

It doesn't feel very auspicious.

"Seriously, did vengeful ghosts already exist back in the Republic of China era?"

Zhao Kaiming smiled and said, "It's alright, with me here, nothing will go wrong."

As for the events of the Republic of China era, you will gradually understand them yourself.

I don't want to give away any spoilers.

Yang Jian muttered under his breath, "Then what the hell are you talking about!"

As they spoke, the group had already walked up to the tall male corpse.

The tall male corpse lay stiffly on the red carpet in the corridor, like a piece of dark wood.

He was completely devoid of the imposing and domineering aura he had displayed earlier.

The terrifying eerie aura emanating from him seemed to have vanished.

"This...this can't be because it was killed by a single punch, can it?"

Yang Jian's throat tightened, and he asked in surprise.

At the same time, his gaze was fixed on the machete in the tall male corpse's hand.

A fiery glint flashed in his eyes.

But then he realized what he had done and shook his head regretfully.

No matter how good the items are, they are still Zhao Kaiming's spoils of war.

Yang Jian felt he wanted to live for another two years if he wanted to take something from him.

So they could only watch helplessly as Zhao Kaiming violently pried open the tall male corpse's fingers.

I snatched the broken wood-chopping knife from his hand.

"Good baby, good baby, hee hee~" Zhao Kaiming waved the wood-chopping knife and said with a smug look on his face.

This thing can attack remotely by following footprints, mainly because Li Qingzhi changed the medium of the woodcutter's knife killing mechanism to his footprints.

Actually.

Zhao Kaiming can use whatever medium he wants.

Its specialty is dismemberment.

But what excited Zhao Kaiming was not its ability to dismember vengeful ghosts.

It's not the metallic properties of the metal that's important.

His intuition told him that he did not yet have a fully formed inner world and needed either a vengeful spirit of the five elements (metal, wood, water, fire, and earth) or a set of rules.

Let's keep this machete for now.

We'll see if we can steal Zhang Xianguang's big cleaver later.

At this moment, Yang Jian pointed to the tall male corpse lying on the ground.

"What should we do with it? Just leave it on the ground and ignore it?"

Zhao Kaiming looked at it and said:

"Let's go inside and take care of your business first. This guy can't be locked up for now; we still need him to guard the door."

"Let me deal with the vengeful spirit inside first."

Yang Jian: "..."

So, you're not even sparing the doorman when I call you here?