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 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
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1173- Crystal Pillar rankings
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1172- Sky Monument Path
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 945: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (3)
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
This was the first time Han Fei felt joy ever since he woke up at the hospital. He also didn’t know he’d feel such peace and stability after seeing the victims with peace. “Is it possible that I’ve provided some kind of special service in the past?”
“You have a good physique, so it’s not impossible. Why are you suddenly bringing it up now?”
Xiao Jia shared a look with Han Fei. Han Fei clarified, “I meant is it possible that I’ve provided service to comfort the dead and so on in the past?”
“That is rather unique.” Xiao Jia touched his balding head. He stopped talking and carefully hugged the items used for the resurrection ritual.
Han Fei turned around to look behind the car. After the boy was pushed off, he slammed into the pile of trash by the roadside. The blood and body wax were splattered everywhere. However, soon he climbed up again. He chased after the taxi like a machine.
“Is he still not giving up?” The boy’s body was covered in curses. The resentment gathered in the curses. The curses seared through the black skin, giving him power way beyond a normal ghost. Han Fei looked down the distance. The blue and white sea of flowers undulated in the wind. A woman in a blue dress stood at the window. The blood butterflies on her dress seemed to come alive.
“Both the woman and the boy have strange patterns on them. Is that why they become like this?” Blue White Tuition Center was not yet a location Han Fei could challenge. He knew he was lucky to have escaped. “How did I fight the ghosts before I lost my memory? With my own power, how could I be a match to these Lingering Spirits?” Han Fei held Company. The blade echoed with the names inside his heart. The clown appeared to have prepared this blade specifically for him. “This is the clown’s blade, not mine. This is strange. After I met F, I could hear the black blade in his hand calling me, like that is my real weapon and not his.” Han Fei’s hands tightened, and he felt the urge to steal F’s knife.
“Other than the knife, I’ve lost many important things!” Han Fei mas
…
We are unable to load the verification.
Please unblock any scripts or login to continue reading.
My Iyashikei Story has officially ended at Chapter 1000. Gain Early Access to the translation of the entire story by subscribing to my patreon.
The chapter release rate on this website will be one chapter per day, so eventually, the whole book will be on the site.