Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
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!
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1171- Three abilties
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 944: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1170- King pearls
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 16
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 32: The First Trade
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 619: Old Monk in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3827: Discarded
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 244: Fear
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 322: Five Seconds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1169- See you downstairs
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 942: The Fate-Burning Candle
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 943: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (1)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1168- Level exceeding activation
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 15
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 618: Vajra's Angry Gaze
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3826: The Illusionary Ancestor’s Gift
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 243: Found!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 321: Gaze
The situation was only to get worse for the hairdresser, he realized that. The eyes hidden underneath the hair darted about. The hairdresser glanced at the dumpling store he just exited. ‘I can’t go there, the boss there hates everything humanoid. If I go there in my current state, it’ll be the first to come out to kill me and make me the fillings in his dumplings.
‘Other than the dumpling store, the only place I can shake them off is via the Cattle Alley.’ The hairdresser’s eyes filled with blood. He had just escaped from that death trap, he did not expect to return to it so soon. The hairdresser swore to himself that if he survived, he would murder Han Fei and all the ghosts who helped him. The clothes of hair became dry and frayed. The hairdresser's old and ugly body was exposed. At his very limit, the hairdresser suddenly tossed the case at Han Fei. He already noticed that Han Fei who appeared the least like a ghost was actually the main commander.
The blood in the case rained down. Resentful spirits escaped from the wooden case. Han Fei ignored all of them, he only cared about the table knife inside the case. The knife looked normal but Han Fei could recognize it. Xu Qin had once loaned him that very knife. Seeing the layer of human skin sheath on the hilt, Han Fei was reminded of many things, ‘So she hasn’t removed the human skin doily after all.’
As the souls escaped from the wooden case, the hairdresser rapidly aged. He hid his lingering spirit inside the sea of black hair. “The woman you’re looking for is dead inside the Cattle Alley, you’ll never find her!” After leaving behind that awful curse, the hairdresser’s body was fully absorbed into the clothes. Then the clothes split open and black hair shot out everywhere. They slithered down different directions.
“Trying to leave?” If this was a normal situation, the hairdresser would have been able to escape but Han Fei had predicted this. He pocketed Xu Qin’s table knife and then turned his focus to the paper doll. During the fight, the paper doll inserted p
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