Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
Loser System and Berserker Me
I, The Dragon Overlord
Horror Game Designer
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
I, The Dragon Overlord
Chapter 670 - Descend, O Crawling Chaos
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chapter 76: Split
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 27: The Cruel Truth
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 601: There's Nothing Easy in Life, so Everything Is Difficult
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 305: Do Not Open
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 227: Conscience
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1138- Time is of the essence
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 315 - My Turn To Lay Waste To A City
I, The Dragon Overlord
Chapter 668 - The Angel Exterminates Demons
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3819: The Illusionary Ancestor’s Strength
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 600: The Son Doesn't Know the Father
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 304: Test
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 226: Deal
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1137- Doesn't matter if you agree
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 929: Hidden Estate
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1136- Give them 10%
I, The Dragon Overlord
Chapter 667 - Angel Descends by Our Side
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 26: The Demon King Domain’s Little Provision Store Opens!
Militiaman A shook his head again, not expecting anything from this drunkard, and got up by himself.
The rhythmic rapping grew louder by the second, and Militiaman A found this sound rather familiar, just that he couldn't quite place it because he had been drinking too.
As Militiaman A tried to look around in his slightly inebriated state, his peripheral vision swept by the window and… his eyes suddenly narrowed.
The glass windows used by the militia headquarters were just standard flat glass that wasn't very smooth, with impurities and bubbles within that could cause slight visual distortion when looking through them.
But, even with distortions, Militiaman A could clearly see… a bone-chilling skeletal claw on the windowsill, tapping on the window over and over.
"Aaah!" Militiaman A shrieked and fell back onto the sofa.
This shriek seemed to be the signal for action. The bone claw that had been tapping against the window slammed heavily against the window frame. The owner of this bone claw, a dirt-covered skeleton in a militia uniform, also "floated" into frame.
"Aaah! Aaahhh!!" Militiaman A shot up from the sofa and went behind, grabbing Militiaman B by the shoulder and forcefully shaking him while pointing toward the window.
"What are you doing?" Militiaman B, who was sobered up by this vigorous shaking, shouted at Militiaman A, annoyed, and only then did he look in the direction of the window.
Outside the window stood a skeleton.
This skeleton was wearing their uniform, covered in dirt and grime, with one bone claw perched on the windowsill and the other repeatedly striking the window frame.
"Aaaaaahhhhh!!"
Militiaman B let out a scream more piercing than Militiaman A's, and his wine glass fell to the floor, shattering into pieces.
These two made such a commotion that all their fellow comrades in the same room, whether drunk or engrossed in their card games, stopped whatever they were doing and turned to look at them in annoyance and irritation.
In perfect unison, Militiamen A and B pointed in the
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