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
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
I, The Dragon Overlord
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Horror Game Designer
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
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 926: Jadefication
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 925: Pill Master
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1130.5- Cloud Peak delicacies (2)
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 596: Uncle and Nephew (8)
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3816: The Master of Profound Secrets
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 300: Collector
Death was the end of all life, but it was rarely brought up. Han Fei knew the step leading to death. The breathing stopped, the heart stopped, and the skin turned pale. Rigor mortis settled in until the rot disappeared. He had seen many deaths, but he had not seen death settle on himself.
Six Unmentionables sealed up the theme park. The scariest Dream was about to descend on the theme park. Han Fei couldn't see any hope. Dream knew that he had the black box. Even if they had to give up the tunnel, the Unmentionables would find a way to kill him. Other people could run but not Han Fei. The cryptic world was taken over by ghosts, and he had no place in the real world. "I want to be alone."
Ghost hesitated and then said, "We don't have that much time. This place has all the family and friends you know since you entered the cryptic world. With Dream's personality, they will end badly."
"Ten minutes. Give me ten minutes." Han Fei didn't stop. His voice lowered. "I don't know how many more ten minutes I have left." Han Fei entered the theme park tunnel. Han Fei didn't escape. He found the theme park altar, pulled back the black cloth, and sat beside the altar.
"I found a lot of secrets in Dream's eleven altars. One of us might have first-generation ghost's consciousness. It could be you or me." Han Fei leaned on the altar and took out Rest in Peace. He tried to use the blade to cut his wrist, but the warm blade phased through him. His blade didn't want to harm him. "I found a lot of first generation ghost's blood in Dream's altar. Apparently, Fu Sheng used similar blood to turn into an Unmentionable, but the blood doesn't work on me."
Han Fei gripped the blade. Han Fei ignored the wail of Rest in Peace and forced the blade to cut into his wrist.
"To save more people, you have to learn to harm me." Han Fei looked at Rest in Peace gently. This blade was like a child that grew up with him. Blood leaked out on his arm. Han Fei tightened his fingers. Han Fei had the fresh blood drip on Mad Laughter's figurine. The ghos
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