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 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
“I’ve already told you everything I know. Get too close to the Spider and you’d be caught in his web.” The old man coughed. He stood in such a way that stopped Han Fei from venturing deeper into his home. “Making a movie out of his story is no different from seeking death. If your crew does not stop this now, eventually someone will die.” The muddled pupils moved slowly as if already seeing that scene in his mind’s eye. “I know you don’t believe me but soon you’ll see the truth. This building is a lot more different in the night than when it is in the morning.”
Seeing the determination on Han Fei’s face, the old man stopped his persuasion but the way he looked at Han Fei had changed, like he was already looking at a dead man.
“Sir, other than yourself, who else is still living at this building?” Han Fei wished to visit the other tenants.
“Those who are able have already left, the remaining ones are the old and the sick. We’re already dying so it doesn’t matter what happens to us. Frankly, we mind our own business. Even if one of us keels over and dies, the rest of us will only find out when the smell starts to get to you.” Compared to the Xin Lu cities, the countryside was dilapidated and forgotten. The elderlies that stayed here had been completely disconnected from the outside world.
“It is quite scary to die alone with no one around you.” Han Fei sought out a newspaper and wrote down his phone number on it. “Sir, this is my phone number. If you run into any danger, or if you need any help, don’t hesitate to call me.” Knowing that he was not going to get anymore info, Han Fei turned to leave. But just as he reached the door, the old man who held the piece of newspaper suddenly called after him and said, “A few days before the author died, he received some letters. No one knew who they were from, perhaps he wrote them to himself.”
“Letters?” Han Fei was not familiar with letters. It was already a thing of the past.
“My son had once accidentally opened one of the envelopes. The envelope had a letter filled with str
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