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
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
I, The Dragon Overlord
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Horror Game Designer
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 598: Since You Have to Choose Someone, Choosing Me Works Fine Too
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3818: Mystifying Kindness
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 302: Gaze
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 224: Arrogance
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1133- Job Clash
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 927: Instant Kill
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1132- Slave race
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 25: The Demonoids Living in the Human World
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 597: Your Majesty, Please Abdicate
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3817: The Illusionary Ancestor
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 301: What is in His Body
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 223: Lose to Me
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1131- Changing order
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 926: Jadefication
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 925: Pill Master
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1130.5- Cloud Peak delicacies (2)
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 596: Uncle and Nephew (8)
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3816: The Master of Profound Secrets
Eight arms reached out from behind Gao Ming. The God of Flesh and Blood tore down all the death portraits. The shadow churned. The sharp trills of ghosts were ear-piercing, but Gao Ming didn’t care.
“I need to change the fate of half the citizens in the city. If one person can’t handle the world after waking up, then I’ll awaken the entire Han Hai and have them see the real world together.” The death portraits in the shadow world were the tickets to enter Han Hai. Those who possessed a death portrait were the ones chosen by the shadow world and had the potential to become fate’s loopholes.
The black-and-white portraits were sent into the torture room by God. The shackled Situ An saw the portraits flutter around him like snowflakes. He resisted the pain and lifted his head. His eyes glowed with madness. All of these should be his, but he had reunited with his family in another manner. He stood alone on the snowy battlefield. There were corpses everywhere. He was the only one bound and faced the endless dark abyss alone. His body shivered. The chains tightened. Situ An rarely lost control of his emotions. Even if he was tortured, he only gritted his teeth.
The pictures were pasted on the wall of the torture room. The patients in the death portraits recognised Situ An. Their response was interesting. Their eyes carried worry and fear but also a smidge of derision. They feared Situ An, but they were gleeful to see Situ An in this state. However, that joy turned into despair. If the culprit treated Situ An like this, how would they fare?
“It’s alright. Everything is worth it. After I escape, I’ll avenge you. I’ll remember your sacrifice. After all… we’re family.” Situ An slowly lowered his head. He knew Gao Ming had entered Li San Hospital. Then, he only needed to wait for Gao Ming to enter the room in his home.
The security members only destroyed the figurines. They seemed to be on the hunt. They left in a hurry. The most valuable item in that room was not the figurines but something else.
Li San Hospital had col
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