Monroe - Chapter Three Hundred and Seventy-Two. Escaping Earth.

Bai Xiaocheng was hit by 200 million, really 200 million, one? Pan Kochang?

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“Save the world? Yeah, that's gonna be a no from me.”Noah had it all. He was one of the youngest billionaires in the world, tall, handsome, and usually had his pick of women.Life was perfect... until he was summoned into another world to defeat the Demon Lord.Unfortunately for Camelot, Noah couldn't care less about being their hero. All he just wants to do is go home. But the ritual home demands blood, power, and sacrifice. And if the world must burn so he can leave it, so be it.With the power of the abyss running through his veins, the dark dragon marches forward.“Your fate is bound to this world, hero. No matter what you do, you shall save this land.”“We'll see about that.”

I have calculated for people before I was born, and I have all five yin, and I am born with fierce ghosts. A knowledgeable gentleman said that I will not live to be seven years old. After death, I will cultivate blood-clothed little ghosts to harm people.

In order to save me, my grandmother married me a child-in-law, so that I had an Ann birthday, although I later discovered that the daughter-in-law and sister-in-law are not human…

I have been lingering and panting since I was a child, and I have been accustomed to accepting it, but my grandmother was killed.

For this reason, regardless of karma, I inherited my grandmother’s job of raising ghosts and vowed to send everyone who killed her to hell.

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The hearse with the weird odor slowed to a stop before the entrance. The sound of pebbles could be heard bouncing on the ceiling. There were footsteps coming from the corridor, and there seemed to be someone sawing next door. The door knob to the room rattled slightly, and the faucet in the bathroom kept dripping even though it had been screwed shut. There was a rubber ball that rolled on its own underneath the bed. Wet footsteps started to surface one after another on the floor. At 3 am, Chen Ge held a cleaver in his hand as he hid beside the room heater. The call he was trying to make was finally answered. “Landlord, is this what you meant by ‘the house can be a little crowded at night’!?”