Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
Loser System and Berserker Me
I, The Dragon Overlord
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 303: Choice
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 225: Goodbye
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1135- Ice Bug
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 928: The Power of a True Immortal
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1134- Familiar face
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 598: Since You Have to Choose Someone, Choosing Me Works Fine Too
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3818: Mystifying Kindness
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 302: Gaze
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 224: Arrogance
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1133- Job Clash
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 927: Instant Kill
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1132- Slave race
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 25: The Demonoids Living in the Human World
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 597: Your Majesty, Please Abdicate
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3817: The Illusionary Ancestor
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 301: What is in His Body
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 223: Lose to Me
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1131- Changing order
“Are you ready?” The old lady held the doorknob. The words on her face trembled as she did. “No matter what you see, I hope you can remain calm. Remember, do not show fear to him.”
The old grille slowly opened. The room was dark. It was unlike an apartment for the living but a lair for a monster.
“Do not step on the things on the ground. It took me a lot of effort to beg for these talismans.” The old lady kept her head lowered. Ever since she entered the room, she deliberately fixed her gaze on the floor lest she accidentally met something’s gaze.
“If they are useful, you wouldn’t have to worry so much.” Han Fei grabbed the hilt of Rest in Peace. His palm started to sweat. The atmosphere was strange.
“Shush. The Demon Gods can hear you. You can not believe them, but you can’t disrespect them.” The old lady waved urgently at Han Fei and said sternly. She carefully moved through the living room and pulled off the paper rope made from talismans. She glanced at the innermost bedroom. The door covered in yellow talismans was closed. Five bowls were placed before the door. They contained paper human limbs and a head. The old lady slowly retreated when she saw the things inside the five bowls.
“What’s wrong?” Han Fei was confused.
“He hasn’t had his fill. We shan’t disturb him.” The old lady mumbled nervously.
“Are these the things you normally feed him? Where is the nutrition without vegetables and meat?” Han Fei thought the old lady was possessed too. Even if the boy had been possessed, he needed a normal diet.
“The bowls contain ashes and medicine from senseis.”
“Wonderful. It’s really thanks to the ghosts that your grandson is still alive.” Han Fei shook his head. After regaining his memory, he was certain of one thing. Under most situations, only ghosts could deal with ghosts. He didn’t believe in senseis and the like. He wanted to ask the old lady to ask the sensei over so they could talk about this in detail.
“The ‘human’ in the bowl is food for the thing on him. Only when that thing is fed and asleep that my grand
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