Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Loser System and Berserker Me
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Nightmare Assault
Everlasting Immortal Firmament
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Chapter 192: Inevitable Downfall
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1020- So that was the case
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 240: Relationship
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1019- Afterlife Clip
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 160: Revenge
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 878: Hourglass
The Defeated Saintess Is On A Journey To Tame The Evil God
Book 01 Chapter 07.07.2 - Red Epiphyllum
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 278 - Protect Lin Moyu!
I, The Dragon Overlord
Chapter 660 - The Fall of the City
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 541: The Storm Suddenly Arrives
Loser System and Berserker Me
Chapter 191: Lead the Way
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1018- Mother Wheel Space
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 159: Man
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 239: Mist
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1017- Ye Zhongming's idea
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 877: Destiny
I, The Dragon Overlord
Chapter 659 - Great Earthquake
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 540: Blank Paper Floating, as if Life Itself
Zhou Rong took a deep breath and was silent.
Bei Qian couldn’t hold it in anymore. He chuckled chillingly, “Mr. Yi sure is considerate.” But since they were all in the building, he couldn’t do anything to Jiang Cheng. He had to let it be.
They scanned the place. Perhaps it was the layout or it was the decor. Even though it was noon, the place was very dim. It was like the place had on a dusty filter. The three didn’t dare to split up. Therefore, after Zhou Rong confirmed the direction, they moved towards the spot where there was light.
Like before, Zhou Rong was in front, Bei Qian was in the middle and Jiang Cheng took up the rear. The floor was old cement floor, so it wouldn’t creak like a wooden floor. However, no one really believed they could hide from the ghost… if she was present. It was more of a self-consolation.
They entered a room that looked like a living room. It was spacious. Zhou Rong came to a wooden board that had some light shine through. He used some force to pry the board away. With the sunlight streaming through, the visibility got a lot better.
The decor was classical. There were wooden chairs with intricate carvings and a table that was solid and heavy. The table was pushed to the corner. Bei Qian walked over, intrigued. He studied the table and touched it. A few seconds later, he frowned, “Locust tree wood?”
“Locust tree?” Zhou Rong followed behind him and looked at the table. It was clear that he didn’t understand wood. He asked seriously, “Are you sure it’s from a locust tree?”
Bei Qian nodded. There was fear in his eyes. For a painter, especially one who specialises in Chinese painting, one would often visit the countryside to gather inspiration. There was a saying in the countryside, “Locust tree should never be used to make a coffin.” In Chinese culture, the locust tree was also known as the dead people tree. It might be superstition, but locust tree furniture was often seen as taboo. During burial, people would also carve items from old locust trees and place them far away from t
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