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
Loser System and Berserker Me
Nightmare Assault
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
I, The Dragon Overlord
Horror Game Designer
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 296: Thirteen
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 218: History
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1122- Breaking Free
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 922: Duel
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1121- Black Mist Formation
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 591: Uncle and Nephew (3)
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 217: Stone Paintings
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 295: Twelve People
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1120- Team buff
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 921: Annihilating an Immortal
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1119- Drifting Gold Eyes
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 590: Uncle and Nephew (2)
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 18: The Vengeance of the Rats!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 294: New City
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 216: Do You Feel Uncomfortable?
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1118- Space exception
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 920: First Kill
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 919: Broken Mirror
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The rotting dough was mixed with old fruits. The cake didn’t look appetizing, but Ah Fang treated it as a treasure. He carried it carefully to the coffee table. He peeled off the thin saran wrap. The smell of formalin and cleaners assaulted his nostrils. Ah Fang placed the lit candles beside the cake.
“This is my first time having a birthday celebration and the first time someone made a cake for me.” Ah Fang closed his hands, mimicking the scenes he had seen on television. His expression was serious when he wished, “Mom, I know you’ve always been by my side. Can you sit down beside me?”
The nails scratched the glass. The old ceiling fan creaked noisily. The bugs crawled inside the cracks in the tiles. A force was compressed inside Room 1601. The owner of the room heard Ah Fang’s wish, but she didn’t want Ah Fang to see her. The flames on the candles danced. The light-yellow flame slowly turned red. A wisp of black smoke wafted out.
Mottled lights swayed on the wall. The mirror bled. Two arms filled with wounds appeared in the dark. The b
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