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
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 598: Since You Have to Choose Someone, Choosing Me Works Fine Too
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
And the ‘villager’ who delivered the meat soup returned to this building in the end. So…
Zhou Rong’s face darkened further. At that moment, a hand suddenly reached out to tap him. It almost made him scream. He whipped his body around and saw Jiang Cheng’s serious face. Jiang Cheng pointed behind Zhou Rong.
Zhou Rong started. Then, he swallowed nervously. He slowly turned around. There was a small, wooden picture frame hanging on the wall behind him. The frame was old and covered in dust. The surroundings were too dark, so no one noticed it earlier.
Zhou Rong frowned and carefully removed the frame. The wooden frame had already shown signs of decay. He used his hand to gingerly wiped away the dust on the picture. It was a group picture with six people.
The couple who sat at the front was a pair of an old married couple. Behind them stood four middle-aged men. Clearly, they were the couple’s sons. The elders looked normal, but their clothes and appearance were clearly not. The elderly woman was rather thin and had a shrivelled face. Her eyes were lifeless. She wore gold rings and bangles around her hands. A pearl necklace strung around her neck.
The elderly man sat upright in his chair. He had on boots with animal fur and carried a pipe. His small eyes narrowed cunningly. One glance and one could tell this was the man of the family.
The four men behind them were tall, large and muscular. One carried a hunting rifle. One carried an abacus. One carried a book. One wore a light blue floral apron. Due to a lack of care, some of their faces couldn’t be seen clearly anymore. Overall, this family gave off a bad first impression. They should be the bullies of this village.
The travellers were instantly reminded of the Qian Family. But… Bei Qian frowned. It didn’t match up. Based on what the village chief said… The Qian Family had four children but it was three sons and one daughter. The youngest daughter died when she was a baby…
Wait a minute… Zhou Rong suddenly raised his head as if he had just realised something.
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