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
I, The Dragon Overlord
Horror Game Designer
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 304: Test
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 226: Deal
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1137- Doesn't matter if you agree
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 929: Hidden Estate
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1136- Give them 10%
I, The Dragon Overlord
Chapter 667 - Angel Descends by Our Side
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 26: The Demon King Domain’s Little Provision Store Opens!
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 599: The Sky Isn't Bright Yet, What to Do
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 303: Choice
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 225: Goodbye
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1135- Ice Bug
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 928: The Power of a True Immortal
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1134- Familiar face
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 598: Since You Have to Choose Someone, Choosing Me Works Fine Too
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3818: Mystifying Kindness
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 302: Gaze
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 224: Arrogance
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1133- Job Clash
What was strange was never things that had already happened, but the human heart.
The cultivators continued to dig the graves in front of them, paying little attention to anything else.
Indeed, when it came to digging graves, few would allow themselves to be distracted.
So, no one noticed the grave that had been excavated over there.
Suddenly, a cry of surprise sounded out, full of excitement.
However, this cry was cut off abruptly.
The cultivator who shouted covered his mouth, silencing himself.
His earlier outburst was just a momentary lapse, but he quickly realized where he was and what he was doing. If he allowed himself to get so agitated, the others would definitely know about his discovery. If others knew that he found something good, that would be a terrible thing.
Hence, he thought it through and shut his mouth. But in reality, it was still a little too late.
There were already several people who lifted their heads and glanced over here. But, there were also some of them who quickly went back to work, not to continue digging graves, but to grab something.
The process of grave digging was like going to meet someone you had never seen before in an unknown place. You had only corresponded with them through letters, so seeing them in person could bring disappointment, despair, or satisfaction - it was uncertain.
However, since the person next door let out a joyful cry, it meant that the person he met was pretty good.
Compared to the unknown, someone who already had the result and knew the good and bad, was naturally more attractive.
So very soon, some people began to have ideas.
The attack came swiftly. The cultivator who had made the earlier noise was unprepared and was quickly killed.
Blood also flowed into the coffin, and the magic artifact he found was taken away by someone.
Cultivators continued to arrive at this burial site. Although there were still countless graves to dig, it seemed like someone had found a shortcut.
Perhaps some were already thinking, "If I kill all the cultivators wh
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