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
Han Fei tried to initiate a communication but he got no reply. He pulled up the menu. As he fixed his eyes at the exit button, he searched through the bedroom for clues. He checked the dresser, the pillows, the bed. When Han Fei reached for the bedside table, he felt a stinging unease coming from his back. Turning his head around, Han Fei noticed all the dolls inside the bedroom were staring at him. The dolls assumed different postures, some laid on the ground, others leaned against the wall, but all of their heads were turned towards Han Fei.
The eyes, which were made from buttons, plastic and metal, appeared to reflect pain and despair. Even for Han Fei, who had been through a lot, the experience of being stared at by a bunch of dolls inside an inescapable room was hair-raising. He pinched himself hard on his arm and then answered with a perfect smile, “I believe there is a misunderstanding here. I feel sorry about what happened to you, I want to punish those who have hurt you. I am not just saying that, I really want to help you take revenge! And return to you the justice you deserve!”
To make his argument more persuasive, Han Fei took out the doll with Ying Yue’s name out from his inventory. When he did, the temperature in the room almost dropped to freezing point and the ring around his finger chilled.
“You shouldn’t torment yourself anymore. The real culprits are the ones who have hurt you.” Before the girl went berserk, Han Fei slowly eased the nail out from the doll. He plucked the paper with Ying Yue’s name and birthday date off, folded it and placed it gingerly inside his pocket. He stood up to leave the princess room. Han Fei entered the adjacent bedroom to grab the woman’s diary and the child’s sketch pad. He tore out a few pages from the sketch pad. He folded a simple paper doll out of them. Then he wrote down Ming Mei’s name on the back of the doll.
The house of dolls stared quietly at Han Fei, even the ghost had trouble understanding Han Fei. Han Fei raised the nail which was previously stuck in Ying
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