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 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
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
Everything happened too quickly. Before Han Fei and the old lady were ready, the room darkened. They held their breath and looked at the rolling head inside the bowl before the bedroom door.
“I think I’ve found the child’s mother…” When Han Fei turned around, the old lady was kneeling on the ground. She put her hands together and prayed at the door. She prayed that the thing would leave her grandson’s body.
The eeriness of the room and the prayers of the old lady formed a special power that wanted to drag everything into the unknown darkness. The talismans on the door fell. Suddenly, the shaking door returned to normal. The metallic doorknob eased downwards, and the door opened.
Han Fei’s eyes were fixed on the gap. His heart, covered in names, jumped. He felt compelled by something to move forward. Intense pain came from the back of his mind. The memory fragments in his mind collided. The fear of death surfaced. He could hear his heart pounding clearly in his ears. Han Fei’s eyes were drawn by the darkness behind the door. His soul was like a train charging towards the death abyss.
“Who is behind the door?”
The head covered in glue was knocked into the wall. The talismans close to it fell, revealing a simple painting behind it. A colorful boy was playing in the painting. He was despised by his mother and beaten by his father. He ran everywhere, chasing after bloody friends. He ran and jumped. When he was tired, he hugged his friends and shared fairy tales. More paintings under the talismans were revealed. They were cute, colorful, and humorous. The child in the paintings kept running. He frolicked with his bloody friends, playing hide and seek. This home was his theme park, a theme park filled with grayness, violence, and grotesque. Underneath the coat of innocence was a twisted childhood.
The temperature dropped. The child in the paintings ran faster. He was inviting Han Fei to play with him inside the room.
Curses crawled all over his palm. The sting of pain reminded Han Fei. When he snapped to attention,
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