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
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1248- Five things
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 978: Division and Unification
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 350 - Grinding Stones For Godly General Lin
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 650: This Isn't The Final Farewell For Us
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 364: Cruel Self-Reflection
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 42.1
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 285: Embroidered Shoes
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1247- Firm defence
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 977: Sentimentality
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1246- Source battle (2)
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
They were innately strong. Normal traps wouldn’t work on them. If they had the protection of the blank paper, the result was clear. That was why Chen Xiaomeng hated Jiang Cheng so much. This bastard not only stole the newspaper clue from her in the first mission but also caused her to waste a precious protection talisman in the latest mission.
If someone had done this to Jiang Cheng, he would have dug up their ancestral grave.
Fourth was the brain waves mentioned by Fatty. Jiang Cheng had been pondering about the construction mechanism behind the nightmare realm and the way it absorbed the travellers. Fatty’s words triggered something in his mind. A pure black recording pen was placed beside him. It contained a conversation between him and Hu Yan.
Jiang Cheng narrowed his eyes. The conversation was unclear due to the constant static. However, the strange thing was the static only appeared when Hu Yan spoke. In the record, Jiang Cheng’s voice was very clear.
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Jiang Cheng’s afternoon nap didn’t go well. To be precise, he hadn’t had a wink until his phone alarm rang. Symptoms of overexerting his brain appeared. He suffered from this issue a long time ago. He shook his head to try to wake himself up.
Soon, it would be time for his appointment with his client. He normally didn’t refer to them as patients because if they were all normal people, he would have no job. He appreciated these people.
He walked to the staircase and was about to descend the stairs when he encountered Fatty, who was coming up the stairs with the laundry. When Fatty saw Jiang Cheng’s pale face, he put down the laundry and asked, concerned, “Doctor, what’s wrong?”
Jiang Cheng shook his head wordlessly. Fatty seemed to understand something. The mission must have taken a toll on the doctor’s body. His eyes brimmed with worry. “Do you need me to drive you to the hospital?”
“That won’t be necessary.” Jiang Cheng sighed. He looked a lot more haggard than before. His voice was not as powerful as normal. “I’ll recover once I have some rest.”
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