Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1171- Three abilties
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 944: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1170- King pearls
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 16
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 32: The First Trade
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 619: Old Monk in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3827: Discarded
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 244: Fear
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 322: Five Seconds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1169- See you downstairs
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 942: The Fate-Burning Candle
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 943: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (1)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1168- Level exceeding activation
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 15
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 618: Vajra's Angry Gaze
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3826: The Illusionary Ancestor’s Gift
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 243: Found!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 321: Gaze
In the wilderness.
The tricycle cart convoy traveled along the bumpy ground, rattling and shaking, causing Mia, seated on a cart, to feel dizzy and nauseous. Every bone in her body ached from the bumpy journey.
She could endure the physical discomfort by gritting her teeth, but the mental stress was pushing her to the brink of crumbling.
Clutching her small bundle of belongings tightly, Mia tried to curl up her legs to find some comfort. Her face was pale, and goosebumps were all over her skin.
Beside her feet… were several rolled-up bundles of cloth.
Due to the limited space in the cart, these bundles weren't just pressed against Mia's legs but were also touching the legs of the other four women riding in the same cart.
As the cart jolted along, the clacking sound of bones knocking occasionally sounded.
Mia gripped her bundle of belongings tightly as she kept her attention on these seemingly casually wrapped bones, afraid to look away…
Of the other four women traveling with Mia, the youngest was already in her mid-thirties. Years of non-stop weaving had severely damaged their eyesight, and their physical strength was greatly diminished from prolonged sitting. Although the women knew that the things sharing the cart with them were unusually eerie, none of them had the energy to protest. And after a short while of bouncing up and down, they dozed off in succession.
Only Mia, who was relatively young, faced this alone.
If these were ordinary skeletal remains, Mia wouldn't be this afraid.
Those who lived a life of poverty and struggled to survive weren't startled by much. Many times, Mia had seen people starve to death in their homes, and their remains carried out and discarded. She had also seen fellow commoners sent back from the plantations with their bodies completely mangled.
The problem, however, was that these skeletal remains seemingly wrapped up casually were far from ordinary…
While she was all tensed up, one of the rolled-up bundles at the bottom of the cart suddenly expanded, causing Mia to shudder uncontr
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