Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
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!
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
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 943: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (1)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1168- Level exceeding activation
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 15
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 618: Vajra's Angry Gaze
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3826: The Illusionary Ancestor’s Gift
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 243: Found!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 321: Gaze
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1167- Kill the kill-stealer
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 941: Fortune
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1166- Terrifying Sprites
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 14
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 31: Weaving Shadow Nest! Crypt Lord!
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 617: Bodhisattva Lowers Its Gaze
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 320: Fate is a Cycle
Bei Qian widened his eyes in fear. He suddenly realised that he couldn’t shake Zhou Rong loose. The latter gripped him like a vice. He was instantly reminded of Jiang Cheng, who had chosen to flee. Then, inscrutable fear floated in his eyes.
“Mr… Mr. Zhou,” He practically begged as his body trembled uncontrollably, “How about we go find Mr. Yi? He’s just outside. I think he has found a clue.” Zhou Rong was standing in the corner of the kitchen. The place was strangely dark. Beside him was a vat that was abnormally large. The vat’s surface was rough. A black pot was placed on top of it to cover it.
“There’s no need to hurry,” Zhou Rong said, “Come and check out the clues I’ve found first.” When he spoke, there was a whiff in his tone as if there was a hole in his windpipe. Zhou Rong lifted up the heavy-looking black pot with one hand. Bei Qian, who had no choice, was forced to look into the vat. The inside was inky black. It was filled with an unknown liquid. Just as he frowned, a string of bubbles appeared in the liquid. Then, a pale face floated up to the surface. The eyes were so wide that they almost popped out. The mouth was agape. From the expression, one could tell the person was scared to death before he drowned. However, this was not important to Bei Qian because… this was Zhou Rong’s face.
And Zhou Rong… was standing beside him. Just as he was about to scream, a cold glint flashed before him. The next second, his world turned upside down. During his last moment, he saw a twisted figure holding a giant knife in his hand.
…
Jiang Cheng lightened his steps after leaving the kitchen. He came to the door and grabbed the handle. He tried it. The door was locked. He gave up the idea of leaving from the door. He turned to look at the dark staircase. He hurried towards it. As he carefully climbed up the wooden steps, he heard the sound of an object falling in the kitchen.
The object should be spherical. It landed on the ground and rolled a few times before stopping.
Jiang Cheng moved faster. The windows and
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