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!
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
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 243: Found!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 321: Gaze
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1167- Kill the kill-stealer
“They are not sacrifices. They are my students.” Han Fei winked at the black merchant. He didn’t know what to say. He was not as shameless as No. 2.
“You haven’t brought new sacrifices in a long time already.” The head looked disappointed. It didn’t sense that danger was close.
“I’ve met some things. Shall we go in to chat?” Han Fei still had two mental patients at the merchant’s place. When he investigated Xin Lu’s Third Mental Hospital, they would be helpful. A slender arm reached for the shelf. The black merchant looked at the five students greedily. It resisted the urge to grab them.
“Come in.” The door that led underground opened. The black merchant ushered them to the basement where the ghosts were trapped. The black merchant had found more rare ghosts and kept them in cubicles to be sold.
“I have a question. Why do you like to trap these ghosts and use them as trading items?” Han Fei felt like the black merchant was a slave trader from the olden days.
“They serve a different God from us. I use them as sales items because the God I worship believes in trade.” The human head frowned. “Why are you asking this?”
“Us? Are there many black merchants in the city?” Han Fei astutely caught the information.
“There are not. Plus, once we’re discovered, we’ll be hunted by all the ghosts.” The black merchant stopped moving. It slowly moved around. “Good and evil are opposites. If I am captured by the other ghosts, they will sacrifice me to their God. We are ghosts, but we’re enemies because we worship different Gods. Isn’t it the same for you?”
The slender arm opened the door of the prison. The two mental patients Han Fei rescued were still there.
“Take them away. I anticipate our next trade.” The black merchant urged them to leave. If Gao Cheng weren’t such a good client, it wouldn’t let them leave so easily.
“Human life is a cage, changing from one to another.” The young man with the hat walked out of the room. He was still in a hallucination.
“Actually, I’m not here today for them.” Han Fei said with diffic
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