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 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
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1173- Crystal Pillar rankings
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1172- Sky Monument Path
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 945: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (3)
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 17
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 620: The Young Man in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3828: Investigation
“I know my physique is not the best, but I don’t have any mental illnesses.” The middle-aged woman shook her head.
“Do you still remember the phone ringtone? Situ An hasn’t returned. I have looked around the apartment. It was in your imagination.” Xuan Wen’s tone became severe.
“Imagination?” The middle-aged woman was uncertain.
“It’s a very simple observation. Since your son loves you so much, why would he purposely hide from you?”
“Yes. Situ An will never not answer my call.” The middle-aged woman was in pain. “But…”
“These are some records and pictures I found at Uncle Zhang’s home. Most of them are related to you. Your condition is worsening. If this continues, you might never see your son again.” Xuan Wen took out a lot of black-and-white pictures. Everything taken inside the home was devoid of colours. The neighbours, plants and even the sun were startlingly pale. The middle-aged woman flipped through the diary. Every page had an entry related to the middle-aged woman. The words were unsettling.
“No! These cannot be real!” The middle-aged woman was shaken. Xuan Wen continued to expand the ‘cracks’. When the woman flipped through the fake diary, Xuan Wen reached her hand into her pocket and dialled Situ An’s number. The familiar ringtone rang in the corridor. The memories danced on the melody. Various words flashed in the woman’s eyes. She lifted her head in confusion.
“It’s my son! I can hear his phone ringing!” The middle-aged woman closed the diary. She wanted to rush out but was held back by Xuan Wen.
“Auntie, please be mindful! You didn’t even call Situ An. Why would his phone ring?”
The middle-aged woman paused and stood in the living room, holding the diary and pictures. “Yes. Why did it ring? Is it my imagination? Can you not hear it? It’s just outside!”
“Calm down!” Xuan Wen removed the ring from her finger. She circled her strand of hair through it. She had the woman focus on the swinging ring. The ringtone faded away slowly until it disappeared fully.
“That was very sudden. Did you rememb
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