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
The empty room had no people but was also filled with people. Han Fei stood at the door. He listened to the chime of the silver bells above him, and his mind moved.
“Soul Bell?” He mentioned the words subconsciously. He stopped under the bells. Previously, before he entered any room, other than a sense of familiarity, he would feel an open hostility. The fear he felt was pure. He had died more than once in this building. However, the fear of death disappeared when he tried to enter this room. It suggested that this room was the only safe place in this ghost realm. “Why is that so? Is this room my home?”
Han Fei nudged his feet to enter the room. His eyes scanned the old furniture and the paper dolls. His mind was stimulated again. He grabbed a random paper doll. It was a cute little girl. She wore a dress covered in animal fur. Her eyes were closed, and she hugged an empty fishbowl.
“This girl…” It was a paper doll, but Han Fei’s fingers couldn’t stop trembling. “I remember there should be something inside the fishbowl.”
Every paper doll in the room had its own name. Han Fei turned the doll around and found this written on the girl’s back—First Anger. “First Anger? Why doesn’t this girl have a name? And what is the meaning of First Anger?”
Han Fei picked up the paper doll beside the girl. It was a boy who was all curled up. He was malnourished. He sat on a paper urn. His teary eyes were full of despair. “Why is he crying?” Han Fei looked at the boy’s chest. It was written—First Sympathy. “I do feel heartache when I see this boy. I don’t want him to cry anymore.”
Han Fei didn’t want to put down the two kids. Even though they were just paper dolls, Han Fei didn’t want to part with them. He even had the urge to take them out of this eerie room.
“There’s also an old lady doll. This artist is amazing. He perfectly captures the kindness of the old lady. She makes me miss home.” Xiao Jia pointed at a paper old lady standing inside the room. The lady was commonly dressed. She held a paper pot as she had just come out of th
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