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
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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