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!
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
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
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.
…
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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