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
Nightmare Assault
Loser System and Berserker Me
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
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)
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 217: Stone Paintings
After entering the black cellar, Gao Ming met four hands. The first hand probably belonged to the blind man. He dragged Gao Ming deeper into the cellar and into the shadow world.
The second hands belonged to a middle-aged couple. They appeared to be the blind man’s parents. They kept beating him, chasing him away.
The third hand probably belonged to a human trafficker. They wanted to turn the kid into a beggar.
The fourth hand brought the blind man security. It was the fourth hand that raised the blind man.
She cooked for him and taught him how to earn money. She was probably not related to him. She was probably being kind. In this colourless and soundless world, the hand was like the straw for the drowning man. While he learned how to weave bamboo baskets and rugs, Gao Ming kept trying to imagine the person. This kind person did not appear in the records of the Dog Cellar Case.
“What happened after that?”
The hand tapped his shoulders. It was anxious and forced Gao Ming to learn faster. It was nervous about something. Gao Ming had a bad feeling. He tried to identify the stench. The smell was light. It was not the smell of body odour or dead body. It smelled more like ammonia.
Gao Ming thought of a possibility. Patients with kidney illness couldn’t secrete body waste normally. Water-solvent toxins might circulate through the body with the blood. When she breathes or perspires, she might release the smell of ammonia.
“Her illness could be serious.”
For the blind man, this rope from heaven might be pulled back at any moment.
“What can I do?” In the memory made up of smells, Gao Ming couldn’t do anything. The hand taught Gao Ming how to survive in the dark and silence. The stench from the woman thickened too.
“There is only the smell of food at home and never the smell of medicine. Did she sacrifice herself to save the blind man?”
Gao Ming couldn’t see her face or hear her. Gao Ming could only remember her kindness and her light stench. Until now, he didn’t know her name and voice. Slowly, Gao Ming realised
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