The Dread of Damned - Chapter 165: Lesson

The course of commitments never did run smooth.

Su Yun crossed over and became a small anchor, suffering from lack of talent, he broadcasted live broadcasts of “hard training all kinds of unique skills” every day, wanting to make a living.

Such as: flying cards to cut flies; wooden swords to play table tennis; flying needles to shoot bulletproof glass;

On the first day of dawdling, Su Yun learned how to fly cards, and everyone thought he was here to make a joke.

On the fifth day, Su Yunfei split the cucumber, and everyone thought he had stopped here.

On the 30th day, Su Yun’s card cut through the stake ten meters away and killed the fly… After everyone was astonished, they all agreed that this was a special effect!

…

Until this day, Su Yun accidentally ran into a robber when he went out. He used cards to kill people, and the whole Internet was buzzing!

After a period of time, when Su Yun was accidentally exposed and received a summons from the police station to file a record, more of his skills were exposed one by one:

The light work of crossing the river with one reed!

The swordsmanship of splitting stones with one sword!

A flying needle comparable to bullet penetration…

Police: “Are you sure this is just an anchor? File it as an S-level file immediately!”

[There is no martial arts or cultivation world in this book, I am the only one in the book, and I am the only one in the world who comprehends evolution, it all depends on my talent]

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Can you spend money to buy props in the krypton gold mall to make Ben Xianyu “Pan Donkey Deng Xiaoxian”?

Sorry, I also downloaded the plug-in to make money. Experience is the same with money…

From now on, I will be a rich devil!

This is a parallel world with its own game, store, and plug-in story. ps.

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A huge guy is bawling his eyes out. In this day and age? Sure, maybe the world changed while I was away in that other place. I’m not some old-fashioned boomer.But what if that guy is clinging to my pant leg, sobbing and sniffling—And we’re not even acquaintances?Even in modern times, that’s just messed up. Ask any passing kid, they’d agree.So yeah, I shook my leg. He was gross and too close.“The hell’s wrong with you? Crying just ’cause you saw a ghost?” “N-no! I swear, it was really there! You didn’t see it!!”I let the disrespect slide. Barely. He was asking for help and still talking down to me just because I look young?Obviously, I’m not the one who lost his balls. He is.And yet… when I looked where he pointed—Something was there.I threw some coarse salt and looked again.He stared at me like I was insane, but I ignored it.…Yeah. Something was definitely there.It made eye contact.