Corpse Recovery Diver - Chapter 48 - 9_4

Ling JingXuan, a secret international doctor and killer. Can save people with one hand and kill with the other. Right or wrong, both paths without exception would cause people to be terror stricken. One morning he crossed over, with only four bare walls for a home and was also given two free stir fried little buns. Ling Jingxuan can’t help but be speechless.This life, can this pit be any bigger?

Yan Chengrui, Qing dynasty’s only prince with a title of General. On his first mishap on a mission, a good man forcibly became a slave wife. There was no one who was not disappointed from the imperial family. But, don’t know when slave wife learned it but poison concubine’s poison was incomparable, who dares to try to straighten him out?

“What? 30 Wen? You’re robbing from people, so expensive!”

One day of the month of a certain year, Ling Jingxuan takes the two little buns to the market to buy living necessities.These five year old little buns after hearing the price have to hold back their red faces. Fried little hands rigidly held onto the broken wallet, Ling Jingxuan suddenly wanted to cry but had no tears. Sons, we earned money but not spending it, don’t tell me its left for the foals?

At the end, it was obvious they carried two liang of silver. Stuff that was sold at the last minute were the cheapest. Seeing the smile of satisfaction from the little fried buns, Ling Jingxuan secretly vowed. One day he would develop them into super meat buns，a rich 2nd generation family!

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Jiang Chao Ge, people called him “money hungry Jiang”. Went from a street hooligan to a newly appointed city official. The difficulties he experienced along the way he hid deep inside himself and did not say a word about it. He only wants be blinding in the eyes of everyone from now on.

Who would’ve thought that before he even had the chance to enjoy the wealth and reputation, he inexplicably passed into a different world. Moreover to his bad luck, the first thing he was faced with was being chased down to be killed. He just casually took a worn out rusted old sword to defend himself, why are these country bumpkins who’ve never seen the world chasing him so relentlessly?

In order to get himself a body guard, he tried to summon the ‘animal spirit’ in the sword. In the end, he summoned a devilish brat who rolled his eyes upon seeing someone, who only called him a good for nothing, who bit him whenever he got close. Where was the powerful, first class spirit weapon he was promised?!

No money, no power, no people, life constantly at risk. He couldn’t see the path ahead, nor could he face the fierce tiger behind. Jiang Chao Ge was beaten back into the abyss with one hit. In this unfamiliar world full of thorns, there is only one reason that allowed him to persevere and that is: to go back.

Hence, he was forced to embark on a desperate and risky journey with this devilish brat who he loathed mutually.

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Shen Ying is a task performer for the tragedy system. Her mission is to transmigrate into the role of the female lead in...Shen Ying is a task performer for the tragedy system. Her mission is to transmigrate into the role of the female lead in tragic romance novels, enduring one heart-wrenching love story after another.Unlike most task performers who resist such assignments, Shen Ying absolutely adores her job. The tasks are easy, the pay is high, and there are various hidden perks she can freely explore.The only downside is that the system keeps urging her to resign, insisting that someone of her talent shouldn’t be wasted in such a “small-time” system. It even actively recommends her to join a rival system next door.Moved to tears by the system’s concern, Shen Ying firmly declares that she will work here for a lifetime, dedicating her entire life to the system.Upon hearing this, the system is so touched that it sheds tears of gratitude.

My name is Yan, and since I was a child, I’ve been able to see some strange things.For example—In elementary school, our new neighbor Aunt Tan had a pair of all-around genius twins, who were like the “precious little geniuses” with halos above their heads. They could recite the English-Chinese dictionary backwards at three, master both Chinese and Western musical instruments by five, and hack into a country’s database by seven…Growing up next to such prodigies, my life was inhumane, tragic, and constantly subjected to comparisons.To escape the comparisons with these “other people’s children,” I specifically applied to a private boarding school for middle school.On my first day, my deskmate was a small, thin girl with bangs, wearing an old uniform, and her voice was as faint as a mosquito’s.Three months later, she woke up from a nap with a “rebirth” halo above her head.She moved effortlessly among the cold academic genius, the wolf-like school bully, the fierce boss, and the gentle childhood friend, leaving me, a lonely onlooker, utterly amazed.By university, I thought I had finally escaped this abnormal world.But as soon as I stepped into my dorm room, my footsteps froze.My roommates each had halos like “ancient times to modern,” “post-apocalyptic superhuman,” “will die if not spending money,” and “ghost king revival.”I clutched my little blanket and applied to the counselor for a room change, but to no avail.Over time, I gradually got used to it. “Handover systems,” “management systems,” “book transmigration,” “infinite worlds,” “three-and-a-half-year-olds,” “interstellar live streams,” “red envelope groups”…The types of halos kept increasing, and I was able to calmly ignore all of it, focusing on my own life.Every morning, I skillfully helped my “ancient to modern” roommate, who was being blacklisted online, dodge campus paparazzi and secure seats for class.At noon, I assisted my tycoon roommate in distributing today’s haul of luxury skincare and designer bags, tasting the city’s top private chef’s custom lunchbox, and exclaiming with emotion, “Darling, can I really accept these?”In the evening, I enjoyed the flowers and plants cultivated by my superhuman roommate on the balcony, tasting a mutated cherry tomato and commenting, “I feel refreshed and purified.”Late at night, when my ghost king roommate quietly climbed back through the window, I peeked out to ask, “You’re back a bit late today, didn’t bring anything back, did you?”My name is Yan, and I am not the protagonist of this world.