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!
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
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 14
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 31: Weaving Shadow Nest! Crypt Lord!
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 617: Bodhisattva Lowers Its Gaze
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 320: Fate is a Cycle
The room became quiet. Gao Ming paused for a second. Then, he stood up to grab the food for Wan Qiu and sent him to his room. After Wan Qiu left, Gao Ming sat back down. His expression didn’t change, but his gaze was different.
“Just say what’s on your mind.”
“I was surprised when I saw you get on the bus at Hen Shan Penitentiary. I wanted to greet you, but you were busy with headphones on.” Liu Yi opened her phone and showed a drawing of the bus to Gao Ming, “After I got on the bus, I noticed something was wrong. There were problems with the passengers, driver and the bus itself. When the bus got into an accident inside the tunnel, I survived and remembered the bus.”
“It looks no different from a normal bus. Just the plate is blurred by blood.”
“I compared the route with the buses who had accidents…” Liu Yi opened a hidden folder. She opened an old news. “Look at these two pictures. Do they look familiar?”
Gao Ming looked at the screen. The bus in the article was similar to the bus Liu Yi drew. Even the details, like the number of shattered windows and the scratches on the shell, were the same.
“They look like the same bus.”
“That’s what I want to tell you.” Liu Yi scrolled down. “Look at the date. This article was reported on the Hungry Ghost Festival ten years ago! The bus we took had an accident 10 years ago!”
Gao Ming didn’t have any impression of the bus. He was too focused on himself.
“A bus that is trapped in time?” Gao Ming’s brain spun. “Lawyer Liu is not simple. Even in that dangerous situation, you can still remember so many things.”
“It’s nothing compared to you.” Liu Yi turned her phone over, and she slowed down. “I’ve come here to look for you three times, but you are not home.”
“You came to look for me?!” Gao Ming thought back to his last life. He was trapped at home for three days and thus missed the meeting with Liu Yi and entered the other timeline. In other words, if Gao Ming didn’t retain the God of Blood and Flesh’s memor
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