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 326: Selection
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 248: Organisation
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1177- Situation change
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1176- Eighth
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 19
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 622: Natural Disasters and Man-made Calamities
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
With a trace of guilt, Gao Ming got up. He wanted to ask if the others in the bedroom heard the voice.
He reached his head out of the net. He looked around and realised something was wrong. The bedroom was too quiet. Gao Ming picked up his phone and noted it was already 11.50 pm. It must have been quite a while when he was absorbing that memory fragment.
“Is there no one around?”
He looked behind each net. Everyone was gone, and no one told him.
“In terms of value, I shouldn’t be the one abandoned. Did they see something crawl into my bed and escape?”
Gao Ming sent Xi San a message, “Are you at the toilet?”
Xi San, “???”
Gao Ming, “What’s wrong?”
Xi San, “Aren’t you in stall three?”
Gao Ming, “I’m still in the bedroom. Beware of the Gao Ming with you.”
Xi San, “No! You are not Gao Ming! You can’t trick me!”
Seeing the replies, Gao Ming was sure Xi San hadn’t been swapped. “If I don’t hurry there, Xi San might have a mental breakdown.”
Gao Ming planned to go to the headmaster’s office at midnight. However, before that, he wanted to get to know more about the ghosts at the school. Gao Ming carried his school bag and left.
…
Xi San stared at the screen. An indescribable fear enveloped him. When he received Gao Ming’s message, he knew that something was wrong. To test Gao Ming, he purposely said the wrong stall. Gao Ming was in Stall 2, and he was in Stall 3. If the other person didn’t even notice this, then it couldn’t be Gao Ming!
After giving himself a pat on the back, Xi San was in another conundrum. What if Gao Ming was really still back in the bedroom and the one with him was the ghost? Who should he trust? Gao Ming said that they might receive messages from ghosts after midnight. However, there were still minutes to midnight. Who was lying?
Hiding inside the stall, Xi San didn’t feel safe at all. His breathing intensified.
Should he run out?
Xi San touched the lock. He noticed that there was a barely-discernible hole under the partition. Xi San slowly knelt down and moved his eyes to the hole.
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