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
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Horror Game Designer
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
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
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 927: Instant Kill
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1132- Slave race
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 25: The Demonoids Living in the Human World
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 597: Your Majesty, Please Abdicate
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3817: The Illusionary Ancestor
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 301: What is in His Body
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 223: Lose to Me
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1131- Changing order
“Sir, was it you who locked this door?” Han Fei turned to the old man on the stairs with the kindest expression on his face. His hand though reached into his pocket to grab the taser. The old man appeared to not have heard Han Fei. He was old with age spots on his face. He kept one hand behind his back while holding an empty bird cage with the other. “Sir, can you hear me?” As Han Fei made to move towards the old man, the latter instantly turned around and headed back upstairs. While the old man made his retreat, Han Fei noticed that there were 2 stray feathers stuck to the old man’s empty hand. That explained why the cage was empty.
‘Such a strange man.’ Encountering such an individual, most people would ignore it but Han Fei was not most people. He chose to chase after the old man. “Sir, do you need help to get back home?” Han Fei offered like a Good Samaritan as he caught up to the old man. When he reached out to hold the man’s body, the old man flinched.
“I’m here for a movie. I apologize on the crew’s behalf if we have created any trouble for you.” Han Fei’s approach was brimming with kindness so even if the old man felt discomfited by his presence, it would feel wrong to chase this kind young man away. Han Fei accompanied the old man up to the 5th floor. Strangely enough, the old man stopped before his door and did not go in. Instead he turned around to look at Han Fei who showed no sign of leaving either.
“Sir, can you remember anything about the writer who once lived on the 4th floor?” Han Fei stood his ground and appeared like he would not be moving until he got his answer. The old man stared at Han Fei for a long time before saying, “He died more than 10 years ago.” The old man’s voice was low and hoarse. It sounded like nails scratching on glass.
“I know he’s dead but did he do anything strange when he was alive? You were neighbours with him so you should know him well, right?”
“I can’t remember things from more than a decade ago.” The old man lowered his head to avoid eye contact.
“Really?” Han Fei was
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