Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
Loser System and Berserker Me
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
I, The Dragon Overlord
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Horror Game Designer
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 598: Since You Have to Choose Someone, Choosing Me Works Fine Too
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3818: Mystifying Kindness
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 302: Gaze
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 224: Arrogance
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1133- Job Clash
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 927: Instant Kill
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1132- Slave race
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 25: The Demonoids Living in the Human World
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 597: Your Majesty, Please Abdicate
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3817: The Illusionary Ancestor
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 301: What is in His Body
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 223: Lose to Me
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1131- Changing order
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 926: Jadefication
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 925: Pill Master
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1130.5- Cloud Peak delicacies (2)
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 596: Uncle and Nephew (8)
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3816: The Master of Profound Secrets
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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