Minus Ninety Degrees

The Card Creator is a very ordinary profession. Simply put, the incumbent seals various kinds of abilities, illusions, images and so on in blank cards for convenience of use.
Lu Ming, who initially planned to lead an idle life, had a not-so-boring dream now — He hopes to seal the entire world in the cards.
One still needed to have dreams. What if you could realize them?

Divine Card Creator

Gao Tianlang and the group were at the critical stage of their negotiation.

Gao Tianlang and the group turned vigilant immediately.

A flagpole dropped from the sky and landed at the center of the cemetery, in the middle of the grave, emanating a sinister and chilling aura.

Everyone's expression changed slightly.

There was pin-drop silence surrounding the place.

There was nobody, no living creature and no movements.

Everyone had a puzzled look on their faces.

Suddenly, a flag dropped here and then nothing happened afterward?

Zhou Yang lounged his spear at it.

The bullet perforated that flag but the latter did not seem affected.

Xiaoqing's Choice