Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
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!
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
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 243: Found!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 321: Gaze
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1167- Kill the kill-stealer
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 941: Fortune
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1166- Terrifying Sprites
“Don’t eat those! Those are for dead people!” Gao Ming rushed towards Wan Qiu, but Xuan Wen held him back.
Wan Qiu slowly moved his body. His face was scrunched up together. His neck twitched, and bloody rice fell from his mouth. “You…” Wan Qiu’s expression changed. The curtain fluttered in the window. Paper money was scattered everywhere. The walls and ceiling cracked. There appeared to be bugs crawling in the gap.
Wan Qiu spoke like a weeping elder, “Tiger in front, wolf at the back. The sky won’t reply, the ground won’t answer…” Something inside the room wanted to tell Gao Ming and Xuan Wen some things through Wan Qiu. “Ghosts eat humans. Humans eat meat. Meat eats ghosts.”
Wan Qiu’s mouth was leaking with blood. His lips were chapped, but he kept mumbling. The round table shook. The bowls fell. “You have to eat. Then you’ll live…”
After that, Wan Qiu fell to the ground. Gao Ming hurried to help him up.
At the same time, Xuan Wen opened the door of the inner room. The only bedroom had been modified to a memorial. There were eight death portraits and plaques lined up neatly on the table. In the portraits, they widened their eyes as they looked at the round table in the dining room.
“These are the victims of the first case here. The joss sticks are still burning. Has someone been lighting these for them?”
They had made some commotions. Gao Ming was worried that it would attract the attention of hostile entities, so he carried Wan Qiu and left. Gao Ming pushed open the front door, and the metallic door slammed into someone.
“Wait!” Holding his forehead, Uncle Wu, in the winter coat, appeared. The tattered talismans in his coat fell everywhere.
“Why are you here?”
“We don’t have time to talk. Let’s go!” Uncle Wu didn’t even pick up the fallen talismans. He led Gao Ming’s group to the fifth floor. They squeezed through the gap in the fence and returned to Building B.
“You people are so brave!” Uncle Wu collapsed to the ground while catch
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