Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Loser System and Berserker Me
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Nightmare Assault
Everlasting Immortal Firmament
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 159: Man
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 239: Mist
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1017- Ye Zhongming's idea
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 877: Destiny
I, The Dragon Overlord
Chapter 659 - Great Earthquake
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 540: Blank Paper Floating, as if Life Itself
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 158: Trade
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Chapter - 182 Dekan's Ultimate Joy Card (Long Chapter)
Loser System and Berserker Me
Chapter 190: Patiently Holding Our Grounds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1016- Real enemy
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 238: Gamer
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1015- Hunter's identity
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 157: Normal People
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 876: The Place of Dao Proving
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 277 - Waiting For You In The Center Of The Core Area
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 539: My Life Isn't as Flimsy as Paper
Loser System and Berserker Me
Chapter 189: How Dare You Steal My Horses?
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1014- Soul Raising Scroll
The temperature in the building dropped. The newbies didn’t show any fear of facing the unknown danger. They followed the rules and set up the devices as soon as possible. The devices had their corresponding numbers. The centre was trying to use new methods to deal with various anomalies. The new devices were their weapons.
“Are these things useful?” Gao Ming asked.
“99 percent they are not, but even if there’s only a 1 percent hope, we’ll keep trying.” The driver gripped his fists. “Humans are humans because we can use tools.”
“The communication shut down when we opened the door to Room 405. The child and his parents once stayed here.” Bai Qiao switched on the flashlight and walked into the room. Bai Qiao had no effective weapon but still walked forward.
“Let me do it.” Gao Ming cut in. “You’re the core of the team. I’ll scout forward for us.”
The thin chains reacted. They were like moving tattoos as they appeared on Gao Ming’s wrist. He extended his left hand to push open the door.
A strange smell wafted out of the rented room. Five giant black plastic bags clogged the space beside the living room door. They contained some yellowed blankets and children's clothes.
“Be careful.” Bai Qiao raised the light to shine the way for Gao Ming.
There was a fight in the living room. The dining table was tipped over. The concrete floor had frozen rice clumps and broken plates.
“It was not a single-sided fight. Both parties have lost their rationality.” Gao Ming saw a piece of scalp stuck with short hairs. It should belong to a man. “Things were worse than I thought.”
Gao Ming used his finger to touch the mould on the wall. He looked around. Even though the doors and windows were closed, the room was very moist. Under the couch, behind the tv and inside the closet, moulds were growing.
“If this is my home, I’d be constantly angry too.” The driver split the newbies into three teams. One team followed Gao Ming into the room, one team stayed at the door, and the last was responsible for support.
“It’s normal not to fe
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