Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Horror Game Designer
Loser System and Berserker Me
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1195- Area beneath the walls
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 25.1
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 632.1: Reverse Scale - Part 1
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 334: We're Very Welcoming
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 256: Enter the Door
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 325 - They're Out Of Luck
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1194- Top Flower
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 952: A Hundred Years of Accumulation
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1193- Heaven and Earth as one
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 324 - A Bunch Of Fake Gods; Princess Dongfang Yao
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 24.2
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 40: The Demon King’s Decision
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 631: The Word Traitor
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 333: Luo Dong's Uniqueness
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 255: Building
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 323 - Do You Want To Become A Transcendent God-Level Powerhouse?
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1192- Finally here
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1191- Revolutionary product
Xuan Wen and Yang Yu entered Li San Hospital together. She was not worried about Yang Yu escaping. As long as the letter of debt was still there, Xuan Wen had a way to find the other person. Xuan Wen wiped the blood on the letter of debt on a blank death portrait. She watched as the blood slowly spread into the death portrait. Her lips moved as she summoned Yang Yu.
Xuan Wen’s power was unique. With her summons, the bloodstain faded and melted into the shadow. It created Yang Yu’s silhouette.
“The kid is very cute. He has always been protected by his family. He doesn’t know how dangerous the world is.” Yang Yu in the death portrait had nothing to do with ‘cute’. However, no one there cared about appearances. In the portrait, Yang Yu was like a kid waking up. His eyes flew open, and he looked at Xuan Wen in disbelief. He waved his hands like he was banging on an invisible mirror.
“Tell your parents to come fetch us.” Xuan Wen’s tone made Yang Yu’s hair stand on end. “If she doesn’t, they might never see you again.”
The blood moved on the death portrait. Yang Yu screamed from fear. Gao Ming and the red raincoat focused their attention on the surroundings. About ten seconds later, the iron cupboard that was the deepest in the morgue opened from the inside. The cupboard was originally used to store various items. The clothes of the dead hung inside it, and bones that had not been cleaned.
The thick arms were pierced by iron nails. A man in a strange flowery dress crawled out. His body shook like he was scared, but there was no trace of fear on his face. The man had long hair and blood on his lips. His lips occasionally opened to reveal his blackened teeth.
“Is he… your mother?” Gao Ming asked uncertainly. Yang Yu hadn’t said anything, but the man had already nodded madly.
His eyes wandered between the red raincoat and the God of Flesh and Blood. The man cleverly chose to surrender. He mumbled for a long time as if trying to speak after he hadn’t spoken for decades. Finally, he gurgled out, “I… I’ve seen you befo
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