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
Han Fei had spent most of the time in illusions so it was a bit late to break the walls now. To prevent himself from being discovered by the boss, after Han Fei memorized the location of the well, he replaced the shelves. He carried the axe and shovel and walked around the underground storeroom, feeling the chill from the landlord’s ring. There were so many more haunted things down here than above.
“What is this?” There was a carved wooden box placed on the shelf near the altar. It looked like an antique. When Han Fei got near, he felt a chilling wind. Han Fei used his gloved hands to open the box. Inside the box were several blackened sheets of rice dumpling leaves. The leaves were covered with rotten rice and jujubee but strangely enough the leaves were unaffected. ‘These leaves look so strange. Their veins look like human blood veins.’
Han Fei moved the leaves out of the way and noticed there was a letter placed at the bottom of the box. Barely legible on the envelope was the sentence—for an old friend.
Resisting the strong discomfort, Han Fei found a piece of plastic to grab the envelope. He wiped away the blood on the surface and saw an address. ‘No. 19, white city, River Head? Isn’t that the same address which orders white rice every night?’ White city was where the rich people lived and River Head was the richest among them. ‘The family must have known the boss well to send rice dumplings during festivals.’
Han Fei placed a piece of leaf and the letter into the plastic bag. He planned to visit River Head with these things after dawn arrived. Other than the leaves, Han Fei found many items with Yin energy in the storeroom. Things like expensive silk cloth, used meat mincer, old television and so on. ‘Every shelf has at least 1 dirty thing and they are placed facing the altar like they are worshiping it.’
Han Fei scanned the shelves, he planned to bring the haunted things out from the storeroom, for them to see the light again. ‘In the altar owner’s illusion, all the ghosts are controlled by the altar and they
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