Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
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!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 325: City One Can't Leave
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 247: The Past is Like the Wind
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1175- Don't discriminate
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 946: Fatal Strike
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1174- Divide
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 18
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chapter 78: This Fight Will Never End
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 33: a.0.3 Update! Skills System
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 621: Meeting an Old Friend
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3829: An Answer
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 246: What are you Waiting For?
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 324: Flying Seeds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1173- Crystal Pillar rankings
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1172- Sky Monument Path
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 945: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (3)
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 17
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 620: The Young Man in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3828: Investigation
Before six in the morning, dairy farmer Chris bid farewell to his wife, parents, and siblings, just as he did every morning. Then, he mounted his tricycle and set off to deliver milk to the various customer households before breakfast.
At about 7:30, Chris delivered the second last bucket of milk in his cart to the head chef of an estate, then started off toward Weisshem.
Before marrying his wife, he had delivered milk to the family inn run by the Doyles for many years.
Since the advent of powdered milk with artificial sweeteners added, fresh milk, which spoiled easily, was no longer as popular as it was when Chris was a child. In recent years, business had been declining for Chris' family, and the Doyles were their last stable customers in Weisshem.
Riding through bumpy dirt roads, Chris arrived at the town of Weisshem around eight. Humming a tune, he turned onto the town's much smoother cobblestone road and slowly approached the town gate.
When he was about 200 or so meters from the gate, Chris craned his neck forward in surprise.
Weisshem was relatively quiet during the day, and it usually didn't get lively until after 4 o'clock in the afternoon. Yet it was just early in the morning, so why were there so many people crowded around the gate?
Could today be some sort of festival in Weisshem? I haven't heard of it, though, Chris wondered while squinting to have a better look.
As he got closer, around a hundred meters away to the gates, Chris suddenly felt something wasn't right.
Why are those moving figures at the gateā¦ so thin?
As he pedaled a little further, Chris suddenly squeezed the brakes in panic, and his tricycle came to a halt.
Those weren't thin people at all! Those moving figures at the town gate were all skeletons!
"O' Lady Gold Coin?!" Chris was dumbfounded. "Wh-what's going on! Wait! Is Mrs. Doyle alright?!"
Many men couldn't get along with their mothers-in-law, but Chris was close with Mrs. Doyle. His entire family liked this kind-hearted lady and supported Chris' choice of a wife, belie
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