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
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 649: On Whose Shoulders Will the Future of the Great Liang Dynasty Rest?
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 284: Do You Believe Me?
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 363: I Want Save All of Me
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1245- Source battle
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 41.3
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 976: Arrival
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1244- Worry and Joy
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 349 - Possessing Puppets And Learning Through Combat
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 648: Who Can Fathom an Emperor's Heart?
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 283: Confiscate
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 362: The Perfect Me
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 41.2
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1243- Proof of the Formation and Proof of the Ruins
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 975: Migration
The Defeated Saintess Is On A Journey To Tame The Evil God
Book 01 Chapter 08.01.1 - Late September's Whispers
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 348 - The Shenxia Tower Opens; Salute The Godly General!
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1242- Antidote and Sacrifice (2)
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 647.2: That Sword Is Only 90% Complete From Start to End - Part 2
A few seconds later, heavy footsteps came from the staircase. They sounded like many pairs of boots. They came upstairs. Jiang Cheng and Chen Xiaomeng were passive. They would be soon trapped by the villagers on the third-floor corridor.
Chen Xiaomeng and Jiang Cheng moved at the same time. They ran towards Room 307 which door was still open. Chen Xiaomeng grabbed the wooden chair beside the table and smashed it against the window. The chair flew out the building and landed with a thud on the ground. Chen Xiaomeng hoped that would grab the pedestrian’s attention.
However, when she looked out the broken window, her heart chilled. The pedestrians continued on like nothing was out of the ordinary. The hawkers kept shouting. Two women carrying grocery baskets walked past the broken wooden chair as if they couldn’t see the chair dumped in the middle of the road.
It was so strange. However, this was the nightmare realm.
Jiang Cheng yanked the blanket, swiped the oil lamp and rushed back into the corridor.
Chen Xiaomeng followed him. After all, they both knew that it would be worse for them to be trapped in the room.
At that moment, a few large men came up the stairs. There were six of them. They had tanned skin. The leading man had a beard and hostility on his face. Jiang Cheng recognised two people behind him. When the village head led the people to put out the fire at the Qian Family Ancestral Hall, these two were part of the group.
However, they looked rather pitiful now. They had ashes on their faces, and their bodies were covered in small scratches. One of the men had a bloody leg. The wound was bound with bandages to stop the bleeding.
They stared at Jiang Cheng with hostility. However, when they looked at Chen Xiaomeng, the hostility disappeared and was replaced by a baser desire. Chen Xiaomeng gripped the hairpin.
“San Yazi!” A voice with suppressed anger came from the stairs. The village head appeared on the top of the stairs, supported by the tanned man who had always been by his side. Jiang Cheng had
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