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

Lu Ming and Xiaobai wore solemn expressions.

The two of them stared at the corner of the box and smelled the blood stench that drifted out of it, bracing for a fight. They even pulled out the Original Card.

Lu Ming's heart was heavy. Looking at this box and making connections with the hundreds of martial arts dramas that he had watched in his past life, could this be a head sent by the enemy?

He was not familiar with anyone…

Could it be Zhang Xiaopang's head?

It certainly could not accommodate his skull.

This delivery was exquisitely wrapped and sealed. It must be something extraordinary. If it was from his sister, she would definitely tell him about it.

The Death of Swordsman Wu Hongfei!