Chapter 553: One Hour to Master the Shicun Hao!

The Shicun Hao is the spaceship from the first installment of the game "Dead Space," and it was also the horror game Alvin played in his past life.

Dark vision, mutated corpses, malfunctioning elevator doors, monsters suddenly lunging from corners and ceilings, suffocating atmosphere—all these elements together formed the shadow of his childhood nightmares.

But he never expected that one day, the system would actually dump him onto the Shicun Hao!

Originally, Alvin had only

In that crowded instant, the Wolf’s massive maw had already engulfed more than half the flying vessel; its pitch-black throat loomed larger and larger in his vision, drool dripping steadily down each fang taller than a man, as if eager to swallow the entire ship full of fresh cultivators.

Xu Xiuxiu naturally agreed—she had never trusted Xing Ke’s judgment, and besides, she had just dismissed Xuan Zier; following her was the best choice.

The gas station had been taken over by zombies, each corner occupied by one, and wasn’t the group under attack not far away Chen Ge’s team?

After descending the covered bridge, they strolled along the lake’s edge when Mu Jiusi asked, “Changfeng, when did you get back yesterday?” When she and Nangong Xiaotian left, he was still by the Empress Dowager’s side—she hadn’t dared to go back and call him, and didn’t know how long he’d stayed there.

Su Muyao lay with a languid expression, but upon hearing this, she couldn’t help but curl the corner of her lips—she couldn’t tell which one Baili Yanmo valued particularly.

She brought Su Yu to An Rong’s residence, where Baili Xiang was still present; seeing Jingyu arrive, he looked somewhat surprised.

Long after, movement stirred behind the curtain; she slowly dragged herself up, seemingly exhausted, half-lidded eyes opening as she shuffled barefoot to the dressing table, crossed her legs, yawned, stretched, then finally opened her eyes fully—just as she picked up the comb, she saw Ming Huai in the bronze mirror.

When the second morning arrived, the cleaning disciples no longer felt anxious about the upcoming task, for after this sunrise, their shift would end—and it was no longer their responsibility.

Xue Tian’s entire spirit sense wavered involuntarily; he stole a glance at Baili Yanmo and confirmed that, after so long, this man had grown even stronger—but… why had his transformation been so drastic?

The old madam knew Cai Jiaojie’s nature: she never showed favoritism and always acted with meticulous precision, yet now she seemed to be pleading on behalf of the sixth daughter.

“It’s my body that hurts, and no amount of money can make up for this—go tell him to raise the payment,” Jia Ren grumbled as the nurse finished replacing his bandages; his entire face was covered except for his eyes, nose, and mouth, making him look absurd.

But despite Xie Jiaojie’s repeated tugs on the long bamboo pole, the drowning person clung to it desperately; eventually, the commotion drew the attention of Feng Lingxi.

Now he was fairly confident he could uncover the true nature of Feng Lingyu’s operations, yet he still dared not meet Feng Lingxi—he feared she still wouldn’t forgive him.

The moment Feng Lingxi stepped outside the Qing’an Prince’s gate, the guards who had seen the portrait of Master Yan immediately recognized her.

The sight before him made Liu Yu’s eyes gleam. Han Kun’s flashlight beam halted on the iron ladder ahead.

After hearing the fortune-teller’s words, he couldn’t help but feel profound emotion, tinged with melancholy; he was lost in the fortune-teller’s hypothetical vision of his entire clan’s fate, offering no reply.

“Yu Qing’er, that’s enough—can’t you see what my father has become?” Wu Young Master stormed over, reaching to cover Yu Qing’er’s mouth.

“You bastard!” the swan angrily twisted slightly, using both hands to shove him away—but as she turned to push with full force, his head suddenly lifted, his eyes fixed steadily on the swan.