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
I, The Dragon Overlord
Horror Game Designer
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 304: Test
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 226: Deal
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1137- Doesn't matter if you agree
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 929: Hidden Estate
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1136- Give them 10%
I, The Dragon Overlord
Chapter 667 - Angel Descends by Our Side
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 26: The Demon King Domain’s Little Provision Store Opens!
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 599: The Sky Isn't Bright Yet, What to Do
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 303: Choice
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 225: Goodbye
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1135- Ice Bug
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 928: The Power of a True Immortal
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1134- Familiar face
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
Gao Ming knew that Xuan Wen had gone to the gastroenterology department based on the information on the medicine bottle. However, he had no idea what Xuan Wen had encountered. Normally, Xuan Wen would never ignore Gao Ming. Perhaps she was purposely hiding it, or she had been influenced by something in the home.
For the sake of security, Gao Ming didn’t act strangely. Almost the moment he turned around, he fully settled on his attitude and expression.
“Auntie, I’ve developed the pictures, but the colours are still a bit strange.” Xuan Wen walked past Gao Ming. Perhaps unintentionally, her hair touched Gao Ming’s nose. The fragrance of rose lightened the smell of dishes. It also allowed Gao Ming to notice a titled, small wound on the back of Xuan Wen’s neck. This was the first time Gao Ming saw a sign of weakness in this normal, warm and kind family.
Without saying much, Gao Ming finally understood something. He lowered his head to glance at the toy dog he was holding. He and the big dog entered the intestine together. The big dog had always been with him, but when he turned around, he saw only a plastic toy on the ground. The toy dog that would occasionally make sounds should be the big dog. Based on this theory, the box of toys should be the ghosts Situ An had collected.
If the toys were ghosts, then what were the humans in this world?
The elders sleeping in the chaise, the kids playing hide-and-seek, the aunties and uncles playing in the yard… No ‘human’ was that simple in this home.
Gao Ming and Xuan Wen maintained a fixed distance. One was a psycho killer, and the other was the youngest psychiatrist at the prison. No one could see through their acting.
“Is it because the lighting during the shoot was too dark?” The middle-aged woman took the bag from Xuan Wen. She pulled out a few enlarged black-and-white pictures from it. The pictures were taken at the apartment. Most of them were pictures of Situ An and the middle-aged woman. The pictures were nice but all of them had no colour. The middle-aged woman l
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