Dao of the Bizarre Immortal - Chapter 367 - Shaman

Hao Chen, a very handsome young man, doesn't have anything except his little sister.As he was walking home from where he worked, he suddenly had an accident.A car hit him while he was crossing a zebra crossing.But Hao Chen knows one thing, if it was a deliberate act, knows who is the mastermind behind all this.Unfortunately he couldn't do anything at that time, due to his serious injuries.His head was bleeding, and even his bones were broken.Because the blood continued to flow out, staining the surrounding streets.Hao Chen, he died.But he didn't realize that there was a light that witnessed everything, about his entire life and his memories.“What a poor mortal, let me, the God Emperor, Hao Tian, ​​help you avenge yourself!”A voice sounded from the surroundings, its tone was arrogant and filled with elegance.Suddenly the light began to enter the depths of Hao Chen's body, who was now dead.***Watch on by reading the first chapter of this novel, the adventure that the god emperor will go through who returns as a mortal!

When Su Yaya awakened, she found herself in a novel world as the CEO’s Substitute Wife–-a mere cannon fodder. Knowing that divorce and a tragic ending was awaiting her once her look-alike, the President’s first love returns, Su Yaya only trusted one thing: Money.

Transmigration? A Chong Xi Marriage? Sickly husband? How worse can this get?

Mo Qian Xue now lives in a soddy, destitute, small house with broken furnitures. The grass had grown wild and unruly from lack of proper care. The rice pot in the kitchen, it’s left empty. Well, this mess seemed quite manageable, however, why is it they only have one quilt in the house?

Not only does she serve her husband food and refreshments during the day, does she need to make sure he’s well “fed” at night too?

“It’s getting late now… we should go to bed. Said the sickly husband. She simply closed the door, turned off the lights, and went straight to sleep.

“If you dare move, I’ll kick you out of the bed!” She threatened.

In the end, the man still managed to wrap himself around her no matter how she resisted. The sickly husband wasn’t as weak as he appeared to be!

Mo Qian Xue worked hard to become rich. She built workshops, opened factories, one aided by her sickly husband towards prosperity. Fortunately, she could live a peaceful life far from bickering relatives, but then, much to her dismay, she still had to deal with the villagers knocking on her door.

So they want her money? They want her position as a wife? Since when was she, Mo Xian Que easy to bully?! They want to make her lose face? Alright, let them come a little closer then… give them a…. slap!

Perhaps the paintings in a museum are subjected to more nonsense than you would hear anywhere else in the world.The language that comes out of an artist’s life is the painting itself. It contains the most ordinary lives that know failure, desire, recoiling in fear, and compromise.Learning is about understanding that language. We miss much of what the paintings speak because there is no way to ask the long-dead painters about the philosophy of their lives.In an alleyway in the residential area of Jongno, there’s a peculiar art gallery. This place enables us to transcend such limitations. By sheer coincidence, I ended up visiting that place and began living an entirely different life.