Post-Apocalyptic Rebirth: The Ghost Guanyin Transforms into a God

Song Qiming was clearly a little saddened by Tan Ling's rejection, but he quickly adjusted his mood and returned to his optimistic self.

"It's okay, I know you're joking. Don't I know you well enough?" He chuckled and took another bite of the apple.

Tan Ling rolled her eyes so hard they almost reached the sky: "Whatever you say goes."

“Miao Yin”.

A deep voice sounded, and Miao Yin turned her head slightly to see Tu Hao, who seemed to have just come out of the training room and whose clothes were wet.

This is a rule of the small manor, and it was also a task that Miao Yin had given him before, to have Tu Hao teach others physical skills. At this time, apart from the few people present, most of them should be training in the training room.

Having just finished exercising, Tu Hao, exuding hormones and a sense of oppression, walked up to her and said in an annoyed tone, "That thing you keep has gone crazy. Can you do something about it? It's so noisy."

"Noisy?" Upon hearing his words, Song Qiming raised his ears to listen carefully.

The small manor was peaceful, with only the rustling of leaves in the wind.

"Where's the sound?" he asked, puzzled.

“It’s not the sound from outside, it’s from his head,” Miao Yin said.

It seems that the little Spider-Man is causing trouble in the cabin, which is making Tu Hao's danger predictions keep ringing, annoying him to no end.

Miao Yin reached out and grabbed the collar under his shirt, pulling him along, saying, "Since you've put it that way, why don't you go and take care of it yourself?"

Tu Hao raised an eyebrow: "I'll kill it."

“You’re allowed to take it apart.” With a flick of her finger, Miao Yin pulled him toward the cabin.

Yan Shuzhou, left standing there, instantly darkened his face. His fingers dug into the doll, and his teeth made a muffled grinding sound.

Feeling a malicious gaze fixed on him, Tu Hao turned his head to look, saw it was Yan Shuzhou, and then turned back without any interest.

This reaction only fueled Yan Shuzhou's rage, and his eyes flashed with murderous intent.

“Trash…” he lowered his voice, spitting out the two words as if his throat was being squeezed.

Tan Ling and Song Qiming exchanged a glance, a rare moment of unspoken understanding.

—It seems I've stumbled into some terrible scene.

……

Miao Yin held Tu Hao's hand, and once they were completely out of everyone's sight, she suddenly let go of his hand lightly.

The tension on the collar suddenly disappeared, and it fell back to his neck, fitting against his skin, just as he was used to. Tu Hao paused slightly, but then, as if nothing had happened, instinctively continued to follow.

Miao Yin walked a little ahead of him. She was slender and tall, with a light and elegant gait. Her hair, which was unusually tied up, revealed a section of fair skin on the back of her neck.

"What do you think of them?" she suddenly asked, breaking the silence between them.

She was asking the four newly recruited people.

"Not bad."

The implication is that nothing but superpowers will do.

Tu Hao is still Tu Hao, always with that arrogant attitude, looking down on everyone.

“Then let’s bring them all to the training room, and you can take the test, how about that?” Miao Yin tilted her head and looked at him.

Tu frowned unhappily: "Give it to me again? Am I some kind of cheap labor? Why are you spending so much effort training them? What are you trying to achieve?"

“Be prepared.”

Miao Yin did not answer him, but simply pushed open the wooden door of the stilt house.

This was the first time Miao Yin had set foot here since returning. As the wooden door creaked open, the fresh scent of natural flowers and plants mingled with the stench of decay and blood.

She glanced down and saw that the lily-of-the-valley perfume that had been placed there had been knocked over.

On the other side, the huge glass counter was covered in cracks, and the little Spider-Man huddled in a corner, watching her warily.

Tu Hao leaned back against the wall, rubbing his temples. "Finally, it's quiet."

Clearly, the little spider still remembered the devil who had imprisoned it here. Its previous frantic shouting stopped the moment it saw Miao Yin, and it obediently shrank back.

Passing by the sandalwood chair, Miao Yin did not sit down, but went to the counter, unlocked it, pushed open the glass, and the embers flowed out from her side, vaguely enveloping the counter.

She stared for a long time, then said, "If you didn't come out, how did the perfume outside get turned over?"

The half-human spider suddenly raised its head and bared its teeth at her in horror.

A flash of light streaked across Miao Yin's face, and with a thud, a dagger was nailed into the wooden board in front of her.

The knife tip pierced the wooden board, piercing the belly of a rat, which hung forlornly on the knife, its black claws still flailing in the air.

Clearly, this is a small, mutated creature that was summoned by Spider-Man's sonic waves to help it unlock the door, and now it's even trying to ambush Miu.

Tu Hao lowered the arm that had thrown the dagger and walked to the wall. The flames dissipated along his path, only to coalesce again after he passed.

He pulled out the knife, and the little mouse was still stuck on it and couldn't move. Tu Wu twirled the dagger a few times, which made the mouse scream.

Miao Yin glanced at him, then walked to the glass counter and asked, "What do you want?"

"Didn't you want to kill it? I'll give you a chance," Miao Yin said softly.

Tu Hao stopped twirling his knife, instinctively sensing that something was wrong.

"You raised them for so long, and then you just killed them like that?"

"It's worthless and disobedient, what's the point of keeping it?"

"Waaaaah—" the little Spider-Man suddenly let out a sharp, baby-like scream, his dark blue veins bulging.

Tu Hao was instantly disgusted: "It understands."

Miao Yin chuckled: "They're both smart, and they're even more clever when they're together. They're not at all like the intelligence you'd expect at this level. If we sold them to a research institute, we could make a fortune."

If it were in her past life, she would have sold this little thing long ago to buy supplies.

"Tu Hao, do it. Don't slit its throat, and don't let it die too quickly."

Having said that, she hooked the sandalwood chair, sat down steadily, and watched his performance.

Tu Hao had no choice but to tear the little mouse off and throw it into her flames, then took her dagger and approached the little spider-man.

The mutant was highly toxic and ferocious. Even before you touched it, it was already yelling and spitting out black venomous spider silk.

The sharp cry made Tu Hao's temples throb, his eyes darkened, and his wolf claws immediately reached out and grabbed its neck.

The baby's cries were choked in his throat, and the poisonous threads were brushed aside by the wolf's claws, leaving him unharmed.

With a flick of his wrist, Tu Hao plunged the dagger into its belly.

The little Spider-Man struggled in his palm. Despite being a mutant with a yellow crystal core, he was firmly imprisoned and unable to escape due to his size and the threat of the flames.

Its tender hands gripped Tu Hao, struggling in fear, and a few sobs escaped its throat between them.

Tu Hao looked down at the little spider-man who resembled a human in some ways, his face contorted in pain. He also felt a sharp pain in his chest, and then felt the cold gaze of the seemingly benevolent but actually treacherous woman behind him. His breathing quickened.

He drew his dagger and angrily threw the little spider back into the glass display case.

Black blood trickled down from the deformed man's wounds, but Tu Hao paid no attention.

"Why did it stop?" Miao Yin's tone remained gentle, yet tinged with a hint of doubt.

Tu Hao sneered: "You don't want to kill it at all, Miao Yin, you're just torturing me."