Harem Developing Villain - Chapter 222: Suppressing Lin Family

In the city of Graheel, a small antique shop sits quietly mixed in with all the other shops. Its unassuming appearance is easily overlooked by many. However, this store and its owner has a terrible secret. A devil lives in that building. The owner of the store, John Li, an enigmatic figure whose origins and intentions are unknown. The desperate from around the world, often unknowingly, come to him in search of salvation.A red witch thinks the owner is an ancient creature, a white fox calls him a wizard of eld, a warrior believes him to be a spirit, and a holy woman declares him a god. This mysterious individual and his customers would stand at the center of a strange series of events. From the store owner John's perspective, he has no idea what's going on. He really was just an unlucky dude that got caught up in some crazy stuff.

Traveling through the world of comprehensive martial arts, Xia An awakens the god-level corpse-touching system, as long as he touches the corpse, he can get various rewards!

I wanted to develop wretchedly, but I just became a six-door patrol, and I was ruthless at the beginning!

Ruthless: “The pervert will die!”

Xia An: “Obviously you rushed up by yourself, so can you go down to the ground now…”

With being involved in various disputes, Xia An’s strength is constantly increasing.

“Ding! Congratulations to the host for touching Ye Gucheng’s body, gaining 20 years of internal strength, flying immortal sword moves from heaven and earth.”

“Ding! Congratulations to the host for touching Yang Dingtian’s corpse, gaining a hundred years of skill, and moving the universe.”

…

Many years later, Emperor Ming looked at Xia An with a wry smile.

“Wu Wang, why don’t you be the emperor?”

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