Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
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!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1176- Eighth
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 19
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 622: Natural Disasters and Man-made Calamities
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 325: City One Can't Leave
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 247: The Past is Like the Wind
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1175- Don't discriminate
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 946: Fatal Strike
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1174- Divide
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 18
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chapter 78: This Fight Will Never End
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 33: a.0.3 Update! Skills System
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 621: Meeting an Old Friend
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3829: An Answer
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 246: What are you Waiting For?
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 324: Flying Seeds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1173- Crystal Pillar rankings
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1172- Sky Monument Path
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 945: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (3)
In the red graffiti, Xia Yang sat on the couch and looked back. In real life, Gao Ming stood beside the couch, facing the graffiti.
They looked at each other. The flowing red and twisted dark separated them. Xia Yang appeared to have become a part of the painting. He smiled like usual as his eyes moved from Gao Ming to his hands. The hands were drenched in blood. Each finger was the blood of a victim. Xia Yang closed his eyes and sucked on his fingers like he was remembering the flavour. He was inspired and turned to head upstairs.
“How did he do this?” Gao Ming knew that Dead Water obtained a special death portrait, but he had not seen it before. Gao Ming studied graffiti and noticed that it had some differences from real life. In the painting, the wall where the graffiti was painted in real life had some blurry paintings on it. Gao Ming wanted to take a closer look. The paintings became blurrier. He kept approaching like he was drawn to them. When he reacted, his surroundings were red. He was trapped inside the graffiti. He looked around and the living room was gone.
“There’s no presence of the shadow. Is this graffiti like my torture room, a space isolated from the real world and the shadow world?”
As this thought appeared in his mind, a drop of red paint fell on Gao Ming’s face. His skin slowly turned red.
“Xia Yang just went upstairs.”
They had worked together for years, but Gao Ming only got to know the real Xia Yang at that moment. No one could see Xia Yang’s real heart. He treated everyone kindly because he looked down on everyone equally. He was never angry because, in his heart, humans were beneath him. Why would the garden owner be mad at his plants?
Gao Ming walked to the couch. He stepped on the red floor and studied the paintings hanging there. In the red living room, the three paintings stood out. They had different colours. It was like… the coloured Gao Ming in his own death portrait.
The first painting was of a handsome man and a pretty woman. They had the pretty bodies. However, they were mi
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