Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Nightmare Assault
Horror Game Designer
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
I, The Dragon Overlord
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3846: An Immortal Exalt’s Threats
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 280: Partner
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 359: Painter Gao Ming
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1237- Protection Fee
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 40.2
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 974: Receiving of Souls
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 973: Patience
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1236.5- Rats also have technology? (2)
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 346 - Better Safe Than Sorry
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 646.2: A Sword That Subverts the World - Part 2
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 358: Get On
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1236- Rats also have technology?
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 279: More Dishes
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Gentle Snow After Story 2
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1235- Opening their eyes
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 972: Searching for the Star Radiant Gate
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 345 - Not Qualified To Speak To
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 40.1
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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