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!
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
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 15
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 618: Vajra's Angry Gaze
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3826: The Illusionary Ancestor’s Gift
“Why is the cover like this? Had I voluntarily welcomed death to forget about the past? Why?” What could have a person experienced that he’d be mad enough to forget his past actively? Han Fei’s heart pounded. This time, it was not because of fear but another emotion that he couldn’t decrypt. “Someone wants to kill me, and he has already succeeded ninety-nine times, or I have cooperated with him and died ninety-nine times…” His mind only had some death memories left. Han Fei stood under the bloody night and scanned the other players.
“Who can that person be? Whose body does he inhabit? Is it one of the players, my parents, or my doctor?” The clown gave Han Fei a lot of important info. This appeared to be their deal. The clown’s appearance confirmed something for Han Fei. He was not a scriptwriter. He was most likely the player who had gotten ninety-nine points.
Putting away the piece of paper, Han Fei’s face darkened under the blood night. ‘The clown killed someone without mercy. I felt like he had killed me many times too. He is not a good person, but he didn’t seem like he was lying to me. What kind of choice do I need to make? Or what is the right choice?’
While Han Fei was pondering this, the other players panicked. A group of players surrounded the dead player, and they wanted to wake him. The stronger players focused on the monster called Bliss. The more it was attacked, the crazier it got. The twenty-two arms represented strong determination to tear everyone into pieces to become fertilizers.
“F! Someone’s dead!”
“I can’t do this anymore! Retreat!”
“Let the people with special talent go first!”
The players shouted. F avoided the monster’s first wave of attack and said coolly, “No one is leaving! The ghost who killed Short Hair is in this building. If you run away in panic, you will be killed! Do you want to be the next Short Hair?” F didn’t order the players to stay. Instead, he gave them a valid reason.
“The ghost has already left. If you want to escape, this is your only chance.” Han Fei didn’t mean to go a
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