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
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
I, The Dragon Overlord
Horror Game Designer
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3816: The Master of Profound Secrets
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 300: Collector
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 222: Threat
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1130- Cloud Peak delicacies
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 924: Predicament
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1129- Two reports
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3815: Finding Reinforcements
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 24: Version a.02 Update! Death Penalty!
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 595: Uncle and Nephew (7)
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 299: Ghost Market
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 221: Mutation
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1128- No discussion
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1127- Gene Warrior Trade
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 594: Uncle and Nephew (6)
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 20: The Showdown Between Armies!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 298: Not Your Mother
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 220: Elder
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1126- Choose or be chosen
An open taunt!
It had been quite some time since someone dared to do this to Jing Tuoshen. He looked at the man on the screen in the strange mask as he took out a black box from his chest. Jing Tuoshen looked at the man as he opened the box. A strong scent of decay floated out. He extended his fair fingers and pulled out a doll made from old clothes. Without any hesitation, Jing Tuoshen pierced his clean fingers through the doll’s heart.
The cries echoed in the room. The security members averted their eyes. The doll cried like a baby. Its small limbs wiggled about as blood oozed from its chest. Jing Tuoshen gripped the doll tightly as it struggled in his palm. The doll eventually disappeared into the shadow.
The investigation centre had many cursed items. The research department’s job was to analyse them and use them to deal with the shadow world. They separated the cursed items into many levels. The one Jing Tuoshen used was an extremely rare item. Once the user knew the target’s name and appearance, the user could summon tragedy on them.
“Qian Junran is a student from Class 13. We still haven’t found him. Who would have thought he’d appeared like this?” Chen Guan’s gaze was complicated. They were supposed to attack the horror game players, but these people were the ones who saved the public when tragedy struck. “I’ve not heard of this group of people before. How did they grow under the watchful eyes of the investigation centre?”
“The issue is they’ve provided Han Hai with a new choice of faith.” Chen Yuntian glanced at Jing Tuoshen. The chiefs talked among themselves. Jing Tuoshen didn’t stop them. He waved behind him. The security member opened a black box and took out a heavily damaged black band.
Jing Tuoshen activated the band and closed his eyes to wait. A few minutes later, a woman’s voice came, “Hello. This is Perfect Life’s fourth chatroom. How can I help you?”
Jing Tuoshen rambled off a bunch of codes, and the woman’s tone changed, “Please ensure there are no living humans around you. Please switc
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