Chen Miao transmigrated to a supernatural world, where everyone had their own profession, such as "Student", "Fighter", "Thief", and so on. After much contemplation, he activated the "Gunslinger" profession. From then on! While the foreign races brandished their claws to invade, and others tirelessly trained their physical fitness and learned skills. Chen Miao silently ventured into secret realms to collect all sorts of materials, crafting Occupation Exclusive weapons like the "Thompson Submachine Gun," "Falling Blossom Sniper Rifle," "Inferno Gatling," "Matrix Sky-Eye Cannon," and so on. ... One day, people suddenly noticed that a very unfamiliar Supernatural Occupation had appeared on the city's Combat Power rankings. And in the crowd. Chen Miao, bare-chested under a black suit jacket with sunglasses on and a cigar in his mouth, held two Inferno Gatlings in his hands, looking up slightly at a group of scoundrels in front of him with the corners of his mouth turned up. "Don't wait for me to stuff the gun barrel in your mouth before you admit you were wrong."
"..."
Chen Miao lay quietly on his bed, hands placed on his chest, gazing at the ceiling without even taking off his clothes.
There was no electric light inside the room, nor any candles or other lighting items.
Following the coming of night, only the moonlight streaming through the window could be seen, and the rural night was much quieter than that of the city. However, this village's night was even quieter than that of the majority of other rural areas.
There was no sound of cicadas...
Well, it was winter, so the sound of cicadas wouldn't normally be present, but aside from cicadas, there was also no barking of dogs, crowing of roosters, or chirping of birds.
Everything was extremely quiet.
He didn't close his eyes; under such circumstances, sleep was tough to come by. Unsurprisingly, the people in the other rooms probably weren't asleep either, waiting patiently.
He did want to see what kind of strange occurrences might happen after nightfall.
Just then—