Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 323: How Many Things Live Inside His Heart?
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 245: Present
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1171- Three abilties
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 944: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1170- King pearls
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 16
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 32: The First Trade
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 619: Old Monk in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3827: Discarded
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 244: Fear
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 322: Five Seconds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1169- See you downstairs
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 942: The Fate-Burning Candle
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 943: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (1)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1168- Level exceeding activation
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 15
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 618: Vajra's Angry Gaze
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3826: The Illusionary Ancestor’s Gift
“The unknown ghosts are coming. We are food on their table. We should be thankful that we could escape alive. Do you want to bring everyone back to safety? Keep on dreaming!” Youyou was pacing anxiously. The ghosts were slowly approaching in the cameras. The pressure drove her up the wall. Before the threat of death, her true nature was revealed.
The twisted faith knocked the door of the torture room open a small gap. The dying faceless figurine heard Youyou’s cries. Its heart bled because it was in the same situation as Youyou. It tried to fight, but it was pointless. Chains cut into its soul. After the faceless figurine was pulled into the torture room, it couldn’t even self-destruct.
“This home is getting livelier and livelier.” Xia Yang drew himself a chair. He sat beside the surgical table. As he mocked the figurine, he drew a painting.
The red raincoat silently stared at the death that leaked out of the faceless figurine. She touched it with her finger and put it in her mouth. Then, with a grimace, she spat it out.
Situ An, who was deep inside the room, stared at the faceless figurine darkly. He seemed to be questioning why it decided to go against Gao Ming instead of fleeing.
Strapped to the table, the faceless figurine was going mad.
“What kind of monsters are living inside his heart?!”
The faith that once belonged to the faceless figurine was eaten by the God of Flesh and Blood. The faceless residents slowly formed a new bond with the God of Flesh and Blood. In reality, the target of worship was not as important as whether God could protect its worshippers or not. The divine soul of the faceless figurine slowly turned transparent. It struggled and begged until it was fully eaten by the God of Flesh and Blood, becoming a new divine pattern on God’s body.
“Dead Gods don’t perish that easily. Is that a good thing or a bad thing for me?”
If Gods used the power that was not allowed in the real world, they would attract the gazes of the bloodred cities’ owners. In a way, Han Hai was like a giant prison.
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