Tai Bai Water Lord

The world was destroyed, the apocalypse descended, a new era began, and the right to survive as a Lord was granted to every person.
Domains, Heroes, Troops, Treasures, Resources—all of the countless servers constructed by the myriad continents were opened up.
Qin Muye looked at his panel, which was akin to cannon fodder, and his domain with its damaged suffix, and felt a strong urge to cry but no tears would come.
No divine talent, no hidden hints, no overpowered Profession.
"If that's the case, then I'll just have to adapt and live in a different way."

Your Lord Has A Screw Loose?

"So you're saying that you were being chased by a gigantic evil spirit with a pumpkin head? But why?"


In the church, Qin Muye was somewhat puzzled, their logic in speaking was tight, but they were missing a very important cause.


It was already noon, and Qin Muye and Brant had obtained the keys from the hands of the mayor of Akman Town. The mayor was quite enthusiastic toward him, after all, as clergy, he could maintain a certain degree of peace in the town.


"Evil spirits don't need a reason to chase us, maybe we were just passing by and got targeted," Brant said, struggling to maintain his composure.


Qin Muye grew more suspicious, he didn't subscribe to the theory that the victims were to blame, but still, the whole affair was filled with mystery.


Considering their escape since dawn and their guilt, Qin Muye felt there sure was something unknown involved.


"Where did you 'pass by', and can you take me to see it?" Qin Muye caught the keyword in the other party's speech and asked.


Chapter 103: Pumpkin Head Evil Spirit