Inside the study, just as Peng Xiaomo tried various methods and was about to call 120, his father woke up on his own.
Peng Bai slowly sat up. Upon seeing his son, he immediately slapped him hard across the face.
After being hit, Peng Xiaomo didn't make a fuss. He whispered, "Dad, are you okay?"
He hadn't expected his father to react so strongly after seeing the information online.
In the few minutes his father had been unconscious, he had already done some self-reflection.
Peng Bai frowned and murmured, "It seems I'm not awake yet."
With that, he lay back down.
Peng Xiaomo was about to apologize when he saw this and was a bit stunned.
"???"
What was going on?
After thinking for a moment, he raised his hand and slapped his father's thigh.
*Slap!*
Peng Bai immediately sat up in pain, "You little brat, are you rebelling?!"
Peng Xiaomo shrunk his neck. "Dad, I just wanted to tell you that you're not dreaming."
As soon as he said it, he regretted it. What if he stimulated his father again?
Peng Bai was silent for a moment. "You go out, I need some quiet."
"Oh."
After his son left, Peng Bai quickly locked the door from the inside.
Then, he opened his computer and entered the live stream.
What he hadn't said earlier was that he had seen a familiar face in the live stream.
But that person had died a few years ago, so he had initially thought it was just a resemblance...
However, if that live stream was real, then it wasn't just a resemblance.
Peng Bai looked at the underworld live stream, and a fire suddenly began to burn in his heart.
Damn it!
Who hasn't had dreams when they were young?!
What's more, he used to be a veteran!
Peng Bai stared intently at the live stream. After watching the entire broadcast, he planned to first try to contact the familiar face he had just seen...
Dreams reflecting reality was very magical.
But!
Even the slightest chance could make one incredibly excited!
...
...
The Underworld.
"Bang!"
As the 49th ghost was thrown off the arena, only one ghost remained on the stage.
—The defending ghost.
He wore an ancient hairstyle, his long hair tied up at the back of his head. He was tall and muscular.
After this series of fights, a part of the armor covering him had shattered.
The long hair at the back of his head had also come loose, falling over his back. He exuded a fierce and murderous aura.
He looked at the circle of ghosts surrounding the arena and revealed a bloodthirsty smile.
"Is no one else coming up?"
"Don't you want this overlord title?"
The ghosts around the arena fell silent for a moment.
They glanced at the pile of ghosts beside them, which had formed a small mountain. Those were the ones who had failed and were temporarily incapacitated.
No one else stepped forward.
"Overlord!"
A ghost shouted.
"Overlord is mighty!"
"Overlord! Overlord!"
The ghosts by the arena began to cheer.
A new overlord of the ghost market was born!
On the stage, the擂主 (lèizhǔ - arena champion) smiled, raised his powerful fists, and roared.
He was enjoying his glorious moment.
...
"Let's go," Jiang Lin said.
After watching the arena matches for half a day, Jiang Lin had witnessed dozens of skills and techniques.
Just as Li Suo had said, in terms of diversity, the ghost market was more comprehensive.
At the same time, Jiang Lin gained a clearer understanding of the spirit of pursuing self-strength in the Southern Hall.
He had to admit that in terms of specializing in the use of ghost energy, the Southern Hall was indeed much more professional.
In the Eastern Hall, everyone, whether using ghost artifacts or ghost energy, did whatever was convenient.
Some who were not accustomed to using ghost artifacts would directly use their fists.
They didn't put as much effort into research as the Southern Hall.
Jiang Lin figured that after he learned the skills and tutorials at the mission center, it wouldn't be too late to come to the ghost market to study these moves.
"Oh, coming."
Li Suo, who was still excited, heard this and didn't say much, but his spirits immediately drooped.
As the two ghosts were walking back, a voice suddenly came from behind.
"That ghost messenger over there, leaving already?"
Jiang Lin didn't know who was being called and continued walking.
Only when the ghosts around him parted to make way, with pairs of eyes fixed on him, did he realize.
Jiang Lin: "???"
He turned his head and saw a path opening up in front of him, leading directly to the red arena in the center.
On the stage,
The擂主 had re-tied his hair. With a smile and his chin slightly raised, he provocatively looked at him.
"You've been watching for so long, aren't you going to give it a try?"
Clearly, he had noticed Jiang Lin long ago.
In this ghost market, ghost messengers often came to test their new moves or temper themselves.
How could his path to overlord be without a ghost messenger opponent?
Li Suo faced the擂主 and reminded him, "Zhou Ji, this is a guest from the Eastern Hall."
Zhou Ji's expression remained unchanged; in fact, his interest grew higher, his eyes filled with provocation.
"Since he's come all this way, shouldn't he try it out?"
He had heard that ghost messengers had arrived from the Eastern Hall, and he wanted to witness the strength of the Eastern Hall.
"Are you going? Are you going?"
Li Suo asked, but his expression clearly conveyed, 'Fight, fight, let's fight!'
Jiang Lin glanced at him, then looked away and walked towards the arena.
In the Eastern Hall, he was Jiang Lin.
But in the Southern Hall, he represented the face of the Eastern Hall.
Moreover, he himself was quite interested in these things. It would be good to experience them firsthand.
Seeing this, Zhou Ji's smile widened. "By the way, do you know the rules of the arena? Can someone explain them to our guest?"
Jiang Lin said, "In the arena, as long as you don't die, it's fine?"
As he spoke, Jiang Lin accelerated and in the blink of an eye, appeared on the arena stage.
Zhou Ji's pupils constricted. He hadn't expected Jiang Lin to be so fast.
However, there were many ghosts in the ghost market known for their speed, so he wasn't overly surprised.
"Woohoo—!"
"Overlord! Overlord!"
"Go, Lord Ghost Messenger!"
The surrounding ghost spectators became excited. They hadn't expected to see a ghost messenger and the擂主 compete at the end.
Some cheered, others whistled.
Some newly arrived ghosts, upon hearing that it was a ghost messenger from the Eastern Hall, became even more excited.
For these ghosts, it didn't matter whether he was a guest or not.
They just wanted to know if the ghost messenger from the Eastern Hall could fight!
Was his fight exciting!?
...
On the arena stage.
The ghost energy armor on Zhou Ji's body was rapidly repairing itself, and a blade made of ghost energy quickly appeared in his hand.
"Lord Ghost Messenger, this is your first time here. Shall I wait for you to prepare?"
Zhou Ji said this, but he was already preparing to attack first, to catch him off guard.
After all, no one on this arena stage would reason with you.
Whether it was underhanded or aboveboard, people only cared about victory.
However, before Zhou Ji could make a move.
The next second, he froze.
As soon as Jiang Lin stepped onto the arena, he felt a force suppressing the power within him.
He recalled what Li Suo had said about the ghost energy on the arena being restricted, so he didn't resist.
But as soon as he moved, he heard a faint sound.
It was like something shattering.
Immediately after, the entire arena lit up.
A red beam of light rose from the edge of the arena, flashing continuously.
...