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!
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 17
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 620: The Young Man in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3828: Investigation
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 323: How Many Things Live Inside His Heart?
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 245: Present
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
Crime scene cleaning, after participating in so many murders, Han Fei was very familiar with this work. Even if a professional officer came with high tech devices, it would be hard for them to find any problem. “Respect a man and he will respect you back. You are butchers of the living and I am the butcher of butchers.” Han Fei replaced the black cloth over the basin. Studying the reconstructed room and satisfied that there was no more mistake, he left with his friends. It was like they were never there to begin with.
The malice and negative energy inside Uncle Lee were consumed by the black snake while Uncle Lee’s mask and keys were confiscated by Han Fei. After leaving the basement, Han Fei hurried to Uncle Lee’s place. Since the cunning old man was already dead, why not repurpose his affects to better benefit the living? Han Fei searched through the place for anything useful, for the first time, it felt like he was actually playing a game.
Uncle Lee’s room contained many surprises. Han Fei found many bottles of blood under Uncle Lee’s bed. After giving the snake a taste, they realized the blood was sedimented with heavy negative emotions. Opening the cap and one would hear the horrified screams of the living. The 6th persona was twisted and dark, he liked to torture others. He probably collected all of the despair and pain and poured them into these bottles. Han Fei had no idea why number 6 collected these bottles, perhaps it was to satisfy his twisted needs. In any case, they were useful to help Weep heal quicker.
With the snake blinking eagerly on, Han Fei handed all the bottles to Weep. When he was dropped into the blood pool by the pig-faced monster, Weep was forced to face his most dreaded memory. Initially, the despair from his childhood was the support holding up his frail body but now the boy had changed. Weep had been running away from his past, attempting to use time to mellow out the pain. However, what time did was freeze the pain, it did not go away. Time locked Weep in the past. Even though he was
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