I rely on unlimited life extension

However, this nightmare seemed to have no end. Before he could recover from the shock, Lu Yingying ran in from outside the door.

The figure was elusive, approaching swiftly like a ghost, and even stretched out its hand, its five fingers like hooks, grabbing straight at Liu Yaozu, as if trying to tear his soul out of his body.

Upon seeing this, Liu Yaozu instinctively pulled the trigger again, firing several more shots.

But Lu Yingying continued to press closer to him relentlessly until the gun made a "click-click" sound, at which point he suddenly realized that the gun was out of bullets.

Fear overwhelmed him instantly like a tidal wave, and Liu Yaozu's heart pounded wildly, as if it were about to burst out of his chest.

He didn't dare to linger for a moment, and immediately turned around and ran upstairs.

In his panic, he staggered and nearly fell several times, but his survival instinct drove him to rush into the bedroom without regard for anything else.

As soon as he entered the room, his eyes eagerly searched around. Suddenly, his eyes lit up when he noticed a machine gun hidden inside the fish tank.

The machine gun reflected a cold metallic luster in the water, as if it were his only lifeline at that moment.

Without saying a word, Liu Yaozu rushed forward, grabbed the machine gun tightly in his hand, and felt its heavy weight, which gave him a little more confidence.

Then, he took a deep breath, mustered his courage, gripped the machine gun, turned around, and ran downstairs again, ready to meet the "Lu Yingying" who might appear again at any time.

Liu Yaozu gripped the machine gun and staggered down the stairs, each step making a thud on the stairs, his heart pounding in his throat.

Just as I was panicking, a chilling, biting wind suddenly swept up from behind, like the howling of a hungry ghost in the cold night.

A chill ran down his spine, and he stiffly twisted his neck. There, he saw Lu Yingying, dressed in a blood-red dress, appear out of nowhere. The red dress fluttered wildly, like a burning inferno, reflecting off her pale, bloodless face.

Liu Yaozu was terrified. His eyes widened and he instinctively tried to dodge. He took two steps back in a panic, stumbled, and almost fell flat on his back.

In the chaos, his arm slipped, and the machine gun he had finally found slipped from his grasp, crashing down the stairs and tumbling all the way down.

"Damn it!" Liu Yaozu was extremely anxious, veins bulging on his forehead. He didn't care about anything else and ran downstairs as fast as he could, lunging towards the machine gun.

He picked up the gun, clutched it tightly to his chest as if it were his life, turned and rushed out, panting heavily, wanting only to escape this hellish place as quickly as possible.

Just as he rushed out the door, a figure in pure white suddenly stood in front of him. It was Lu Yingying. Her white clothes fluttered, and her pure appearance was out of place with the gloomy atmosphere, which only made her more eerie.

Liu Yaozu was on the verge of collapse, his eyes bloodshot. He was completely enraged and roared hysterically, "Lu Yingying, don't even think about scaring me! You're long dead. I also tricked your father into going to jail. Now he's being beaten to a pulp by dinosaurs every day. As long as he doesn't tell me where the bonds are, I'll kill him."

"Once I find the bonds and perform a great service for my master, I can completely escape this murky water of the Thousand Gates Sect and live a carefree life. You can stop bothering me!"

After saying that, he raised the machine gun, aimed it at Lu Yingying, and pulled the trigger hard, eagerly anticipating the burst of firepower that would tear the "ghost" in front of him to shreds.

The most bizarre thing was that the gun only made a "click-click" sound, without firing a single bullet. The sound was particularly jarring in the quiet night, like a sharp mockery.

Liu Yaozu refused to believe in his fate. Sweat rolled down his forehead, blurring his vision, and he still used all his strength to repeatedly pull the trigger. His arm muscles were tense and trembling, but it was still to no avail. Despair quickly enveloped his entire body like a dark cloud.

Fear surged like a tidal wave, completely engulfing Liu Yaozu. He gripped the machine gun tightly with both hands, his knuckles turning white from the force. His body trembled like a leaf, and he frantically lowered his head, trying to figure out what was wrong with the gun.

What he saw nearly made his soul leave his body – the machine gun in his hand had somehow transformed into a thick lizard, its triangular head raised high, its tongue flicking, its cold, vertical pupils locked onto him, its mouth wide open, revealing menacing fangs, and it lunged at his eyes with lightning speed.

"Ah—" Liu Yaozu let out a deafening scream that pierced the deathly silence of the night sky above the villa.

With his face covered in blood, he instinctively tried to throw the lizard away, but it pounced on him again. He had no choice but to reach out and grab the lizard's body tightly, slamming it to the ground.

However, the lizard was incredibly agile and managed to escape his grasp, biting him on the face again. Liu Yaozu rolled and struggled on the ground, his clothes disheveled, his face covered in dust, shouting wildly, looking both pathetic and bizarre.

After a long while, Liu Yaozu gradually stopped moving and became still, as if he were a lump of mud lying on the ground.

A servant, trembling, holding a wooden stick, tiptoed forward and cautiously used the stick to push away the lizard pressing down on Liu Yaozu. After hesitating for a long time, he reached under Liu Yaozu's nose with trembling hands.

A moment later, he recoiled as if electrocuted, stood up, and shouted at the top of his lungs into the distance, "The young master is dead!" His voice was filled with disbelief and panic.

Several servants, who had been hiding in the shadows and barely daring to breathe, cautiously gathered around, pushing and shoving each other, their faces full of suspicion, and asked all at once, "Is he really dead? Are you sure there's no mistake?"

The servant who was checking for breath nodded vigorously and stammered, "He's really not breathing, absolutely!"

A servant scratched his head, his face full of fear and confusion: "Was the young master possessed just now? Why was he using a lizard as a gun, shouting and yelling, and killing so many people?"

Those around them echoed, all completely bewildered, shaking their heads and muttering, "Who knows what's going on?"

The servant, his brow furrowed and stamping his feet in anxiety, pondered for a moment before saying, "What can we do now? Five or six people are dead, Miss Mona is gone, the eldest young master is gone, and even our master is gone. Perhaps..."

As he spoke, he looked up at the villa, his eyes flickering with a mixture of probing and hesitation.

Everyone instantly understood the unspoken meaning. They exchanged glances, tacitly agreeing, and their previous timidity vanished. They took off running upstairs as if a vast treasure awaited their discovery. The chaotic sound of footsteps echoed in the stairwell, breaking the villa's deathly silence.

Lin Zhihao hid in the shadows of the villa, his eyes warily watching the surrounding movements. As the servants rushed upstairs and the scene became increasingly chaotic, he quickly slipped into a corner, deftly took off his white servant's clothes, crumpled them into a ball and tucked them under his arm. Then, crouching low, he relied on his memory of the surrounding environment to weave his way through the crowd, skillfully avoiding their sight, and successfully arrived at the parking area.

Once inside the car, he let out a long sigh to calm his nerves, then started the engine, and the car sped off like an arrow, disappearing into the night.

Before long, he returned to the vicinity of the prison. He parked the car in a secluded spot, got out, looked around to make sure no one noticed, and then used his amazing "Leap of Faith" skill.

With a sudden push of his legs, his body soared into the air like a graceful swallow, tracing a clean arc before landing steadily beside the ventilation opening on the roof of the B-section prison building.

He carefully moved aside the ventilation grille, squeezed inside, and found himself in the narrow ventilation duct filled with a musty smell. He didn't care about anything else and crawled forward carefully, using his hands and feet to find his way by memory. The sound of the duct walls rubbing against his clothes could be heard from time to time.

After some effort, he finally reached the bathroom, poked his head out of the vent, and only after confirming that no one was around did he roll down.

Upon entering the bathroom, Lin Zhihao quickly removed his outer clothes, changed into the prison uniform that had been prepared for him, and after dressing properly, he quietly pushed open the bathroom door and strolled back to his single cell.

As he passed by the cell next door, he glanced at Robinson Crusoe and saw him sprawled out, fast asleep. A slight, almost imperceptible smile appeared on his lips before he quietly went into his own cell.

Upon entering his cell, Lin Zhihao went straight to the bathroom, turned on the tap, and the warm water gushed out. He stood under the showerhead, letting the water wash over his body, cleansing away the dust and grime that had accumulated from the night's journey, and felt much refreshed.

After showering, he dried himself off, returned to his bed in the cell, and sat down. He looked up at the clock on the wall; it was already past midnight, but he felt no sleepiness at all, his mind still immersed in the excitement he had just experienced.

Bored, he began to consider the gains from this operation. His eyes narrowed slightly as he mentally replayed the events that had occurred in the garden villa, like a movie playing in his mind.

System notification: Punisher, you have punished Liu Yaozu, the leader of the Thousand Hands Group. You have gained 20 system energy, 200 hours of life time, a green orb, and one free attribute point.

I just made two leaps to the limit, which consumed six points of energy and 60 hours of life time. The first time I used the Bewitching Mind skill, it consumed two points of energy and 20 hours of life time. I also consumed 10 hours of life time to heal the injury on my neck.

Overall, we still gained a lot.

However, even though Liu Yaozu is already dead, his mission is still not complete. It seems that he must kill Yan Rong before he can complete his mission.

Lin Zhihao quickly focused his mind, silently reciting the instructions in his head. A semi-transparent light screen appeared before his eyes, which was his unique skill and technique interface.

The light screen emitted a faint blue glow, and various skill icons flashed in an orderly fashion.

His gaze was urgent and focused as he precisely locked onto his target among the numerous icons. He lightly tapped the "Hard Qigong" option, and in an instant, the skill information unfolded, detailing the training progress, level, and other specifics.

Immediately afterwards, Lin Zhihao had a thought, and a phantom backpack appeared out of thin air beside him. With a flash of light, he took out the "Hard Qigong Enhancement Scroll" from it.

Click, and the system prompts: Do you want to use the Hard Qigong Upgrade Scroll to upgrade Hard Qigong by one level?

System confirmed.

The scroll vanished without a trace with a flash of white light. Lin Zhihao felt a surge of intense heat engulf his body, his muscles and bones seemed to be tempered by the scorching energy, and he experienced alternating sensations of soreness and numbness.

He gritted his teeth and endured it, sweat pouring down his forehead and his face turning bright red.

That energy traveled along specific meridians, constantly solidifying and expanding the pathways of his internal energy flow, causing every inch of his flesh and blood to transform and be reborn.

After a long while, the light gradually faded and the heat wave subsided. Lin Zhihao slowly opened his eyes, a sharp glint flashing in them, and his whole body exuded an aura that was even more powerful and refined than before.

He checked the skill and technique interface again, and the "Hard Qigong" skill had jumped from intermediate to advanced. A gratified smile appeared on his lips. He knew that his strength had reached a new level, and he would have more confidence to face various challenges in the future.

System notification: Your Hard Qigong technique has been upgraded to Advanced level. The True Qi Seed has been activated, internal energy flows into your body, making it as strong as steel, rapidly healing injuries, and capable of defending against all punches, kicks, and blunt force strikes. While reducing damage, your aura is projected outwards, reflecting any damage received back at the enemy. With the Qi boost, all attributes increase by 10. You can continue to consume system energy and life time to upgrade the technique level. Upgrade?

System, no.

Lin Zhihao looked at a green ball of light, casually opened it, and the system prompted: Punisher, you have obtained advanced ball skills.

Your ball skills, a passive ability, are now at an advanced level. You're just one step away from becoming a true star player. (Please don't misunderstand, this really refers to legitimate ball skills.)

What's going on? Is Liu Yaozu actually a ball sports enthusiast?

System, what do you mean by the words in parentheses?

Looking at his remaining 261 system energy points and 3448 hours of life time, Lin Zhihao took another shower and went to bed to sleep.

The next day, the prison canteen was bustling with activity. The prisoners sat around their tables, and the sounds of plates clattering and conversations filled the air.

Lin Zhihao was engrossed in his meal when suddenly a commotion broke out at the entrance of the dining hall, drawing everyone's attention.

Zhong Chuxiong was wearing large sunglasses that almost covered half of his face, but the dark circles under his eyes were still quite noticeable, making him look somewhat comical.

He strode towards Lin Zhihao, and as he passed the table of the "Three Villains," he raised his hand with a nonchalant expression. The three men, being seasoned veterans, immediately stood up and silently left the table, making room for him.

Zhong Chuxiong plopped down heavily, the chair scraping against the floor with a screeching sound.

He stared at the plump roast goose leg on Lin Zhihao's plate, and without saying a word, he reached out and snatched the leg, stuffing it into his mouth. His cheeks bulged as he tore at the meat, his eating manner quite barbaric. Oil dripped down the corners of his mouth, but he didn't bother to wipe it away.

Lin Zhihao put down his chopsticks, not teasing him about his disheveled appearance, but instead asked with concern, "Brother Xiong, how did it go? Did you manage to pick up the girl?"

After chewing the meat in his mouth, Zhong Chuxiong swallowed it and glanced around warily. Only after confirming that there was nothing amiss did he lower his voice and say, "Hey, we were so sure of it. Miss Mona and I were having a great chat, the atmosphere was perfect."

Who knew that a strange guy would suddenly appear out of nowhere—a skinny, monkey-like, sleazy man with a pointed mouth and monkey-like cheeks who was unappealing to everyone.

But who would have thought that Miss Mona would fall for his charms? With just a few words, he bewitched her, leaving me hanging.