Quick Transmigration: Learning Makes Me Improve

Room after room.

One vengeful ghost after another.

Zhao Kaiming tirelessly cleaned up, pulling out the evil spirits from the haunted Caesars Hotel one by one, devouring and refining them.

The vengeful spirits in the corridor have been cleared away.

The vengeful spirits in the room were also cleared out.

They didn't even spare the little devils hiding in the most obscure corners.

Finally, Zhao Kaiming returned to the stairwell on the third floor.

The tall male corpse was still lying on the red carpet, motionless, in the position where he had been knocked down by a single punch.

Zhao Kaiming walked up to it and squatted down.

"Old Li, you're quite pitiful. You've been guarding this place for nearly a hundred years. It's time for you to take a rest."

He reached out and pressed his hand on the forehead of the tall male corpse.

The tall male corpse's body began to tremble, and cracks appeared on its grayish-white skin. Black mist seeped out from the cracks and was absorbed by Zhao Kaiming.

The tall male corpse struggled very weakly.

It had been almost "shut down" by Zhao Kaiming's punch and was completely powerless to resist.

It just twitched a few times instinctively, and then became completely still.

Its body is like a piece of dead wood, gradually drying up, shrinking, and collapsing.

Finally, it turned into a handful of ashes, scattered on the red carpet.

Zhao Kaiming stood up and dusted off his hands.

"Not bad, not bad, another S-class."

After eliminating all the evil spirits, Zhao Kaiming did not leave immediately.

He walked around the Caesars Hotel and looked for a few special rooms.

Several "people" were trapped in one of the rooms.

To be precise, they were living dead during the Republic of China era.

They were trapped here by Li Qingzhi, who was conducting supernatural experiments to cultivate alien beings.

One of them is Anan.

A man who looks to be in his twenties is wearing a student uniform from the Republican era.

His face was gaunt and his eyes were filled with despair.

He's been trapped here for far too long.

Each time he is resurrected, he must escape from the clutches of a vengeful ghost.

Ultimately, they all share the fate of being killed by vengeful ghosts.

When Zhao Kaiming dragged him out of the room, Anan asked warily:

"Who are you?"

"I'm the one who got you out of here," Zhao Kaiming said.

Anan paused for a moment, his lips moved as if he were saying something, but no sound came out.

Zhao Kaiming didn't ask any more questions and pulled him aside.

There are also fragrant orchids.

She was in another room, with a piano in front of her.

The piano was being played by no one, yet it produced a melodious tune on its own.

The melody is very pleasant to listen to.

This piano is carrying a vengeful ghost of consciousness.

Zhao Kaiming walked over and placed his hand on the piano.

The melody abruptly stopped.

Xianglan raised her head and glanced at him.

He looked excited.

"You're... new here? How did you get in? Tell me quickly!" Xianglan asked.

Zhao Kaiming: I guess so. I came in by accident.

Xianglan paused for a moment.

"How is the outside world doing?"

"A lot has changed," Zhao Kaiming said. "Come out and see for yourselves."

He brought Xianglan out with him as well.

In addition, there are several people from the Republican era.

Zhao Kaiming rescued them all.

When he brought Anan, Xianglan and the others to the entrance of the Caesars Hotel.

When the sunlight shone on their faces, they were all stunned.

"Is this the world a hundred years from now?" Anan murmured.

Zhao Kaiming didn't have time to join them in their sentimental musings.

"You'll have to figure it out yourselves," he said. "I have other things to do."

Then Zhao Kaiming returned to the Caesars Hotel.

He stood in the center of the lobby on the first floor, closed his eyes, and felt the entire hotel.

He has cleared away the vengeful spirits, but the "haunted place" nature of Caesars Grand Hotel remains.

Zhao Kaiming opened his eyes.

"Now that the vengeful spirits have been dealt with, there's no point in keeping this place."

He spread his arms, and the demonic energy within him surged forth, engulfing the entire Caesars Grand Hotel.

The hotel began to shake.

The plaster on the walls was falling off in a rustling sound, the chandelier on the ceiling was shaking violently, and the carpet on the floor was being lifted up as if by an invisible hand.

Zhao Kaiming took a deep breath.

The demon realm began to shrink.

The entire hotel was gradually absorbed into Zhao Kaiming's body.

This process lasted a full hour.

Finally, the entire Caesars Hotel disappeared.

The place where the hotel once stood is now just an empty space.

Zhao Kaiming stood there with his eyes closed.

in vivo.

Countless rules of vengeful spirits are surging, colliding, and merging.

Thirty-five ghosts from a ghost opera troupe, including a mother and child ghost, a ghost handprint, a ghost throwing a ball, a ghost hearth fire, a ghost throwing bones, a corpse ghost, a tall male corpse, and hundreds of other ghosts of various sizes...

Their rules, like countless rivers, flow into a vast chaos.

boom--

Zhao Kaiming felt a loud noise coming from the depths of his consciousness.

All the rules of the vengeful spirits merged at that moment, transforming into a singularity.

That singularity is so small that it is almost non-existent.

But the energy it contains is unimaginable.

The singularity paused for a moment.

Then, it exploded.

It was not an explosion in the physical sense, but a kind of "creation of heaven and earth".

The chaotic energy spread outwards, the pure energy rose, and the turbid energy sank.

A vast and empty world took shape within Zhao Kaiming's body.

This world has no sky, no earth, no light, and no darkness.

There was only an endless void.

But this void is "alive"; it has its own laws, its own order, and its own breath.

"It's done."

Zhao Kaiming opened his eyes and let out a long breath.

The inner world was formed.

He could sense that although the world was still desolate, it truly existed.

Moreover, it can accommodate everything.

The rules of the vengeful spirits he devoured did not disappear, but instead transformed into the "laws" of this world, becoming the cornerstone of its operation.

Here, the supernatural presence of vengeful ghosts is no longer seen as a calamity, but rather as a form of order.

"With this, ending the supernatural is no longer a dream," Zhao Kaiming muttered to himself.

He looked up at the sky.

The Caesars Hotel is gone; above us is a real, clear blue sky.

The sunlight shone on his face, warm and comforting.

Zhao Kaiming took a deep breath, feeling the new world within his body.

The inner world needs more "fuel" to stabilize and grow stronger.

But that's a matter for later.

Then Zhao Kaiming returned to Dachang City and settled down to take care of his child.

Shortly afterward, the headquarters held a training meeting in Dajing City.

Zhao Kaiming thought to himself:

"My dear ghost messenger, Ghost Painting, wait for me."