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!
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3829: An Answer
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 246: What are you Waiting For?
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 324: Flying Seeds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1173- Crystal Pillar rankings
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1172- Sky Monument Path
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 945: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (3)
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
Chen Xiaomeng’s gait slowed down. She remained in the range of the light. She also noticed something was wrong and wondered if this was a ghost’s trap.
The giant building rose before them. Everything appeared as black silhouettes. It felt like they could move at any moment. As they approached the building, suddenly, Zhou Rong heard a strange sound.
It sounded like fabric rubbing against branches or stones. He turned to the source. A few seconds later, his eyes widened. Under the corner of the wall, there was a shrunken, wrinkly face!
Jiang Cheng and Chen Xiaomeng discovered it as well. Bei Qian was no longer as proud as before. His eyes were bloodshot, and he closed his hands over his mouth. He hid in the corner, his body shivering. Thankfully, other than some dirt, they couldn’t detect any wounds on his body. In other words, the blood came from someone else.
Bei Qian’s gaze was transfixed at one spot. Jiang Cheng moved the oil lamp to where Bei Qian was looking at. It was the window. There was a small tree in front of the window. The tree was split in the middle. A branch protruded out, forming a natural spike. At that moment, a body was hanged from the tree. The branch pierced in from the mouth and exited through the lower body. The stomach was slashed open. Organs fell out with blood.
It was Jiang Zhongyi…
His dangling hand gripped a roughly-hewn, wooden cross that had been dyed red. Zhou Rong was stunned. This scenario was heavily coloured by religion. If he were not in the nightmare realm, he would have thought he had returned to the Dark Ages. Due to the angle, they couldn’t see Jiang Zhongyi’s eyes.
Zhou Rong slowly raised his head. He noticed that the second-floor window had been shattered. Some wooden splinters extended outwards. It looked like Jiang Zhongyi jumped out from the second-floor window. Then, he was unlucky enough to impale himself on the tree branch. However, this was in the realm of nightmares, and Jiang Zhongyi was not dumb.
If he merely carelessly fell from the second floor, the fal
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