Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Horror Game Designer
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
I, The Dragon Overlord
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Loser System and Berserker Me
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1226- Deal if you agree
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1225- Urge to bite him
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 340 - All Monsters Cleared; Dungeon Upgraded
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 37.2
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 642.2: A Sword Is More Than Just a Sword, a Scholar Is Also a Person - Part 2
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 352: July 14
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 273: Prop
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1224- Saint Father's death
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 968: The White Bone Gate
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1223- Digging three feet
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 37.1
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 642.1: A Sword Is More Than Just a Sword, a Scholar Is Also a Person - Part 1
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3842: Enemies
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 272: Play
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 351: Life is a Series of Different Rooms
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1222- Sky Monument's final reward
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 967: Cultivator War
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1221.5- Evolve to level eight (2)
Ah Fang was already used to the strange things happening around him. When he was moved away by the hand, he didn’t show any fear.
The little boy patted the dust away from his body and looked around. Even though there was no one in the bedroom, he still bowed politely in the air and said in a cute tone, “Thank you, Mom! I won’t go to the dangerous places!”
His small face was very cute. One couldn’t help but have the urge to pinch his cheeks. Ah Fang grabbed the crayons, toddled out of the bedroom, and found a book to draw in. He swayed his feet. The tail of his dinosaur pyjamas swayed with them.
“Even if you don’t show up, I know you’ve always been by my side.” Ah Fang hummed. He seemed so carefree as if he were not in the most famous haunted house in the east city. The room was silent.
After playing for half an hour, Ah Fang was tired. He put down the crayons, curled on the sofa and slept. Ah Fang’s breathing was even. He seemed to dream of something happy. His lips moved as if he was eating.
The curtains moved, and blood flowed down the window. However, the blood only flowed halfway down the window when it was stopped by something and obediently flowed backwards.
The bedroom door was lightly pushed open. A thin blanket flew out and landed on Ah Fang.
The shiny tea cup reflected an arm covered in wounds. The red dress covered the fingers. She reached slowly towards the boy. As if worried that her fingers’ coldness might awaken Ah Fang, the pale hand paused before it touched him.
The tall and thin woman stood beside the sofa. Her eyes moved. The wounded fingers picked up the book from the ground. In the dark room, the colourful drawings in the book stood out even more. Ah Fang had just drawn a giant cake. It was covered in a thick layer of cream and decorated with fruits.
“Did no one celebrate your birthday with you…”
Footsteps appeared in the corridor. The book fell to the ground. Ah Fang was picked up by a mysterious force.
…
“The target was once here.” Bai Xiao picked up the book from the ground. He touched the painted birth
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