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!
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
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 244: Fear
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 322: Five Seconds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1169- See you downstairs
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 942: The Fate-Burning Candle
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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