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
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 326: Selection
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 248: Organisation
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1177- Situation change
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1176- Eighth
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 19
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
“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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