Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Nightmare Assault
Horror Game Designer
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
I, The Dragon Overlord
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3847: Facing an Immortal Exalt
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 361: The First Hour
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 282: Smile
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1241- Antidote and Sacrifice (1)
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 41.1
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1240- Deciding
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 347 - He Who Knows Himself And Knows His Enemy Need Not Fear The Result Of A Hundred Battles
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 647.1: That Sword Is Only 90% Complete From Start to End - Part 1
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 281: Reports
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 360: Chaos Beyond Gods' Prediction
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 40.3
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1239- Reproduction Peak
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1238- Extortion
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 646.3: A Sword That Subverts the World - Part 3
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3846: An Immortal Exalt’s Threats
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 280: Partner
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 359: Painter Gao Ming
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1237- Protection Fee
“Is the woman singing about the faceless figurine’s past?” Gao Ming discerned the meaning hidden in the song, “The mud figurines belong in the shadow world. They were once closest to God. Why would this one end up in such a deplorable state?”
The ghost music continued. The harrowing tune chilled everyone. The sound was like moving time. Nothing could stop its influence on the human body.
The woman’s hand movements became exaggerated. She waved her long sleeves. Her dance was strange but captivating. It was like a butterfly becoming a fairy or like the sun shining on the palanquin for death. It was eerie but charming. The song reached its climax. The kind man reached the last reincarnation of his lives. He received good karma from the past, but the kind man in the mud figurine changed. He stopped believing in karma. Doing good was a lie perpetuated by God. He was unwilling to be controlled by fate anymore. He planned to become someone worshipped by others.
“Should we ignore her? Let her dance and sing here?” Since the woman didn’t seem like she was leaving the classroom, Fan Li silently closed the window and returned to the group.
“She seems to be conducting some kind of ritual to summon the souls.” Ou Yang Susu hugged Sister Zhang and was rattled, “Sister Zhang learned something like this from her previous employer. She’d know what to do now but she’s currently not in the right mind at the moment.”
“We’ll leave the dancer be for now and head further up.” Fan Li and Brother Lee followed the stairs to the third floor.
The activity room was large. All the doors had been swapped to folding doors, which were easier to open. The sound of prayers came from these rooms.
Fan Li reached out to open a small gap in the door. His other teammates stayed at the lower part of the staircase. They were so nervous that they didn’t dare to breathe too loudly. A few seconds later, Fan Li eased the gap larger. Brother Lee and Bai Shu, who were behind, were so scared, but it was too late for them to stop him. Fan Li opened the doo
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