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
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
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 295: Twelve People
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1120- Team buff
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 921: Annihilating an Immortal
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1119- Drifting Gold Eyes
The young man took out another betel nut and popped it into his mouth. He listened to the baby crying, and his breathing became heavier. Some people liked to torture kittens because their cries sounded like babies. The crying became louder. Gao Ming slowly walked out of the corner. He had confirmed the person’s identity through the forum. Even if he was not Dead Water, he must be connected to him.
Taking out the death portrait of the patients, Gao Ming promised to treat them. They only needed to help him capture people as a form of payment. Shadow spread. Before the young man could react, he was pushed into the wall. He then realised there were a few more ‘people’ around him.
Gao Ming covered the young man’s mouth. Gao Ming looked into the locker. There was no death portrait but a drawing. The black-and-white drawing was no different from a real death portrait. The portrait was of a beautiful woman. Her body was mature, but her intelligence appeared to stop at a baby’s age. She was crying like a baby. The painter was impressive. Just a look at the drawing and one could feel everything.
“The woman’s soul has been pulled out, and her shell is stuck inside the painting.” Gao Ming took out the drawing, “This drawing is too similar to a death portrait.”
Gao Ming put away the painting that was crying and removed the gag on the young man’s mouth, “Was it you who set up the Dead Water Forum?”
The young man’s expression twisted. He smiled, “I know what you want to ask, but I won’t tell you.”
“It looks like you’re a pervert with a backbone. Unfortunately, I’m a psychiatrist who has ways to make you speak.” Gao Ming touched his heart. The torture devices made from flesh trembled.
“Don’t waste your energy. So, what if I die?” The young man was like a snake. He memorised Gao Ming’s face. If he were given a chance, he would kill him immediately.
“Die? Do you think it’s that easy?” The torture device materialised in Gao Ming’s hand. “This is a flesh baller. Its edge is so sharp that you can easily gouge out a perfect sphe
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