Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
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!
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)
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 17
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 620: The Young Man in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3828: Investigation
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 323: How Many Things Live Inside His Heart?
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 245: Present
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1171- Three abilties
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 944: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1170- King pearls
A white, circular object was buried in the black soil; it was shaped like a human skull, yet much smaller than the skull of an adult.
He shoved his trembling hands into the soil and dug it up. He immediately stiffened. His boiling blood seemed to reach a freezing point all of a sudden. It was just a white rock.
“Xiao Er, what’s wrong with you? Don’t scare me like that!” big brother Li asked with a long face before pulling the witch over by the hand. “Is my brother possessed? Save him, please.”
“Boy, what is there in my vegetable patch?” the witch told big brother Li to calm down first before rubbing his head and asking kindly. He found her extremely familiar, yet also unfamiliar.
“I- I don’t know…”
He clutched the white rock firmly and stood up in dejection. His body swayed, and the feelings of exhaustion, hunger, and pain immediately overwhelmed him like a flood, but it was nowhere near as deep and heavy as the disappointment in his heart. But what was he disappointed about? Didn’t he spend his entire life so far like this? What was he desiring?
He walked out of the witch’s home and used his hands to shield his eyes. Sunlight flowed resplendently through the cracks of his fingers. The sun rose as normal, shining with warm rays, and the fog that enveloped the hamlet gradually dispersed. Smoke began to rise from the homes in the village. This was an extremely ordinary morning that had repeated hundreds, thousands of times in his life, and from today onwards, it would continue like this, yet he felt a nightmarish sense of terror.
He returned home in low spirits, sitting at the table. He had breakfast, he had lunch, and he had dinner, but he continued to clutch the rock shaped like a child’s skull. The sun set, but it rose up again tomorrow.
Crouching Ox village was far too small and life was far too plain, so anything that happened would spread like wildfire. Very soon, everyone found out that Li Erlang had lost his mind and all came to visit him, sighing when they saw him. They said he was far too attached to the old ox, so
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