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!
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 945: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (3)
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 17
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 620: The Young Man in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3828: Investigation
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)
Gao Ming created a possibility within the impossibility. He ate the heart of flesh hidden by the Evil Ghost in the park of murder; Situ An also found a trace of life. He accepted the Vil Ghost and became one with his tormentor.
“I don’t understand it. You have wealth that normal people couldn’t finish in multiple lifetimes, connections all over Han Hai and the admiration of the public. You can get anything you want. Why did you join the investigation centre? Why would you want to create despair?” Gao Ming was a professional psychiatrist. He had seen many criminals but not many like Situ An.
“I didn’t create despair. Despair already exists.” Situ An wanted to kill Gao Ming, but he looked at him with admiration.
“I thought I’d get respect once I did the best in everything. When I was in my twenties, I met a big shot in Han Hai. He appreciated my abilities and always lavished praises on me. However, his casual words shattered my confidence.
“I couldn’t understand it until I went home and saw my cleaner mopping the house. I praised her out of habit. The clean floor reflected her and me. At that moment, I understood that was how the big shot praised me too. The world’s biggest despair is when you look up into the sky and you realise the sky has nothing to do with you. This is the world I live in but not my world.” Situ An raised the knife, “Ghosts and humans are the same in my eyes.”
“Don’t waste time talking. The heart of flesh has been eaten. My real body is collapsing, and your mad subordinates are coming.” A strange man’s voice came out of Situ An’s mouth. The Evil Ghost was forced to work with Situ An.
After the heart of flesh left the figurine, all the capillaries in the basement dried up. The rusted pipes fixed on the ceiling started to fall. The surrounding corpses rotted quickly. The red threads hidden in the ceiling snapped, and giant tears appeared. Stones fell, accompanied by the horrible stench and dirty blood. The ceiling crumbled. The maze of the torture room
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