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
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)
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 17
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 620: The Young Man in the Monastery
“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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