Show Me the Money - Chapter 386 - Mortal Crash

In the end times, Gu Chengyu crosses over to an ancient and fictional Dynasty, becoming the most cherished peasant's son in the family.Since I have become a boy, let's lead the whole family to earn money and become prosperous!Who knew the old mother insists on becoming an imperial decree wife, how to deal with this matter?This text features a powerful golden finger.

In a parallel world, Fang Heng travels through an unlucky ghost who just committed suicide.

Ok? What? All humans in this world are forced to join the game?

shock! Will you be wiped out if you don’t play the game?

Good guy, this unlucky guy who committed suicide turned out to be an ex-professional player?

He actually has the highest-level S-level talent skill – Zombie Clone?

The S-level talent has actually been upgraded! Can my zombie clone hang up?

[During your offline period, your zombie clone group has completed the production of a wooden logging axe*720; you have gained basic production experience value: 1921].

[During your offline period, your zombie clones cut down 27,821 trees; you get wood*128,973, and you get skills-basic cutting experience: 2171921].

When the players were still struggling to survive in the zombie apocalypse, Fang Heng’s zombie clones had already begun to evacuate the entire forest.

Fang Heng: This game is a bit interesting.

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This was the era that belonged to various powerful bloodline warriors, the fervorous era where magic powers and warrior energies were the deciding factor of dominance! With endless ardour and unstoppable courage, a grassroot nobody could also shine and live like a boss!

The clock struck midnight when Ruelle heard the echo of footsteps. She tensed, the fine hairs on the back of her neck standing on end in the cool night air.“You shouldn't be here,” Ruelle whispered, her voice a breathless murmur. The silhouette finally came to stand under the moonlight, his dark red eyes watching her and his inky black hair ruffling.“Shouldn't I?” His voice was a dark caress, and she stood there captivated by the danger he exuded like perfume.“I haven’t seen you for the last two days,” his tone low. His hand reached out, fingers brushing against the silk of her nightgown, tracing the trembling outline of her collarbone. “Tell me, were you avoiding me, or perhaps... entertaining other offers?”Ruelle’s heart raced, her breaths shallow. She declared, “I don't belong to anyone.”“A bold claim,“ he murmured, his breath a tantalising chill against her skin as he leaned in. ”Yet here you are, pulse racing, your body tensed as if in anticipation of my touch.”His fingers gripped her chin, tilting her face towards his. The moonlight caught his eyes, revealing a glint of predatory intent. “Or must I remind you whose touch you truly crave?”