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
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
I, The Dragon Overlord
Horror Game Designer
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 298: Not Your Mother
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 220: Elder
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1126- Choose or be chosen
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1125- Sudden Collapse
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 593: Uncle and Nephew (5)
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 297: I'm Just a Child
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 219: Attraction
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1124- Are you kidding
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 923: Interference
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1123- Finding help
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 592: Uncle and Nephew (4)
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 19: Rat Stampede! The Monsters Are Sieging!
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)
The hand had no temperature of the living. It was covered with callouses and scabs. Dirt lingered inside the nails. The nails were bitten. The edges were uneven. In complete darkness, the hand was the only thing that could provide Gao Ming with information.
“With hearing and sight gone, the madman used his hands to feel the world even though his world might just be an abandoned cellar.” The five fingers suddenly moved to grab Gao Ming. It was like a beast dragging Gao Ming deeper into the cellar. Gao Ming covered his head. He couldn’t tell the direction. Several minutes later, he fell in the mud. There was still absolute darkness around him. There was no sound. Gao Ming climbed up and moved down in a random direction. He moved for some time but still hadn’t found the wall.
“Where am I?”
Gao Ming retraced his steps and knelt on the ground. After he got used to using his sight and ears to understand the world, being deprived of them instilled fear in his heart. This was human nature.
“The hand’s owner didn’t kill me. He probably wanted me to do something for me.” Gao Ming didn’t give up. He grabbed a handful of dirt, rubbed it and put it to his nose. He smelled the smell of dirt after rain. At the same time, he touched a blade of grass.”
“The cellar is hidden underground and filled with mud. The soil here shouldn’t have this smell.”
He couldn’t see or hear, but Gao Ming could still smell and touch.
“The madman killed by the villagers in the dog cellar case was a deaf and blind man. I’m experiencing his life.”
Eventually, Gao Ming detected the fragrance of tea olive flowers. The fragrance could alleviate depression and was used in treatment for patients with anger issues.
Gao Ming stood up and moved towards the fragrance. But before he could get close, he was kicked down. Belt, chairs, and punches fell on him. He couldn’t see anything, but he could feel the pain. Gao Ming escaped until he couldn’t smell the tea olives anymore. Then, the beating stopped.
“Why would the tea olive smell represent beating? Does
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