Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
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!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 323: How Many Things Live Inside His Heart?
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 245: Present
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1171- Three abilties
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 944: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1170- King pearls
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 16
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 32: The First Trade
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 619: Old Monk in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3827: Discarded
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 244: Fear
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 322: Five Seconds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1169- See you downstairs
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 942: The Fate-Burning Candle
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 943: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (1)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1168- Level exceeding activation
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 15
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 618: Vajra's Angry Gaze
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3826: The Illusionary Ancestor’s Gift
When would a person admit that they were crazy? Was it because they saw something they couldn’t process, or was it because their worst imagination had become reality?
Situ An’s home was always enveloped by sunshine. His home was always bright as if the owner were deathly afraid of the dark. However, many bloody stories took place at such a sunny location.
Every sick room was a record of the treatment process of every special patient. They were transformed from humans into seeds of the shadow world. This was the truth of ‘home’.
“I can see that your son loves you, and he desperately wishes to live under the sun.” Xuan Wen opened her hand, and the cold light slipped through her fingers. “But his heart is already rotten. Even the strongest sun can’t warm his heart.”
With a slight nudge, Xuan Wen and the woman entered the hospital. The boundary was shattered. Various images appeared in Situ An’s mother’s mind. The woman called Situ An’s name inside the hospital but received no response. Outside the hospital, Gao Ming’s chest was covered in blood.
The more unstable the middle-aged woman was, the greater the flaw of ‘home’. The God of Flesh and Blood used this rare opening to grab the blind man’s five fingers!
Flesh grew between the blind man and Gao Ming like a bridge. The God of Flesh and Blood turned himself into a path. The blind man's status was weak. He could be consumed by the mud figurines at any moment.
“The God of Flesh and Blood and the big dog are connecting home to the real Li San Hospital. They have become the path.” Gao Ming had a mad idea. He wanted to get the God of Flesh and Blood to open the torture room and hand all the death portraits to the red raincoat.
“I might be trapped here forever! Bring my family and escape through this path! Find your child!”
The red raincoat, who had been spacing out in the torture room, was stunned. She accepted the death portraits and then looked at Gao Ming.
“Your child is waiting for you.” This was not a plea. This was a simple narration of the truth. Moments
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