I Can Hear a Serial Killer's Voice in My Head - Chapter 71: National Forensic Service (7)

【Transmigration + Famine Escape + Farming + Infrastructure】Professional white-collar worker Xiao Cheng accidentally dies while saving a drowning child and transmigrates to a small mountain village, believing she's in a farming story. However, the system says, “Host, we need to survive by completing tasks first.”What? Fighting tigers? No, no, isn't that Wu Song's thing? I can't do that!What do you mean we have to migrate? I've just gotten my footing and you want me to move?Oh! Foreign enemies are invading? Then pack up quickly and run.What about becoming a City Lord? Too troublesome. I just want to be a slacker.Being a concubine? Get lost, you average guy, dreaming in broad daylight!Something or other every single day! I'm done, I want to retire and enjoy a leisurely life with my family!----- However, the system doesn't allow it and keeps popping up to demand attention, “Host, hurry, there's another task. If you don't do it, you'll be erased.”“You lousy system, I want to apply for retirement.”System, “Host, your application has been processed and rejected.”It's infuriating, how is this never-ending? I'm going to complain to Ah Mo......

Lu Zhiguang is not a cannon fodder himself, but his mission is to save the miserable cannon fodder.

He was once Head of the Immortal Sects.

Jiang Zheliu resisted the world’s destruction, protecting the people single-handedly. After losing all his spiritual energy, his hair turned white overnight.

All that remained was a millennium passed in vain, and a grave disease.

He distanced himself from the Cultivation World, went to Zhongnan Mountain to collect herbal medicines and grow flowers, as if to retire.

Until….. Those little demons he had once saved, his cherished juniors, even those devils that he had suppressed innumerable times, all came knocking at his door, each more excited than the next gripping his hand:

“Qianbei, what type do you like? Can you not be so rigid on your requirements?”

Jiang Zheliu: “……？？？”

Wenren Ye is newly appointed Devil Lord of the Devil Realm.

He is cold-hearted, devilishly handsome, and when he was younger he suffered a humiliating defeat at the hands of a certain Head of the Immortal Sects.

Still obsessed with this defeat, Wenren Ye hurried through the night to Zhongnan Mountain, but all he saw was white-haired weak Immortal Sects Leader, with droopy eyes, sick to the bone, with freshly coughed up blood staining his lips.

His obsession was still alive, but his heart was also thumping.

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The once-bustling and noisy streets were now filled with an eerie blanket of silence.

Hoarse and frenzied whispers lingered high above the heavens, and an indescribable ancient giant lurked in the shadows of the bottomless ocean.

A mysterious plague had outbroken, and natural disasters wrought the Earth. Global pandemic and catastrophes had the panicked masses seeking illusory shelters from the devastation, day and night.

A bloody shower poured over the land as the streaks of lightning tore across the sky, illuminating the ill-intentioned gathering of ravens above. Nevermore, nevermore, quoth the ravens.

“We can see that this malformed creature has twelve pairs of ribs like humans, but also has a “transverse bone” that humans do not possess…”

In the medical school, Gu Jun continued bringing down his scalpel, illustrating the abnormal thoracic structure of the malformed cadaver on the dissection table to the surrounding students.

Ominous and treacherous times had descended! Truth and logic had crumbled, order warped into a frenzy. Humanity can only forge ahead through the power of intelligence and wisdom.