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
Chen Ran’s reaction was intriguing. He held the cup, but he didn’t drink from it. He swirled it occasionally, showing more interest in the cup than the man’s story. No one minded Chen Ran. Jiang Cheng was deep in thought. Fatty was greatly drawn into the golden-haired man’s story.
With a deep breath, the man’s emotions slowly calmed down. Even though it was a long time ago, the memory of it was still fresh in his mind.
“All dead…” Jiang Cheng repeated to himself.
The golden-haired man paused and looked at the darkness around them. Eventually, he said coolly, “If only they were just dead.”
Fatty pressed his lips. He predicted what happened next. Jiang Cheng took a quiet sip of the bitter wine. He put the cup down and asked, “What do you mean?”
“When we wanted to approach the stone plate to take back the corpses of our friends and family, something happened,” The golden-haired man answered, “We were attacked.”
“By… the dead?”
The man looked at Jiang Cheng. He wanted to glean something from his eyes, but he failed, “That’s right. They somehow came back to life and attacked us madly.
“Less than one-third of us managed to escape. The scariest thing was after they killed us, they brought the fresh corpses and placed them on the stone plate.” The golden-haired man’s breathing became urgent again. “You can’t imagine it. Some of us were practically torn apart. The revived villagers were immeasurably powerful. They could tear through the human bodies with their bare hands.
“Plus… the broken bodies somehow were reanimated not long after they were placed on the stone plate. Their wounds disappeared as if they were never there to begin with.”
“How does that relate to the building you built?” Chen Ran looked right at the man, “I don’t get it.”
Fatty swallowed nervously, “Can the building… repel certain things?”
“No.” The golden-haired man shook his head, “A priest helped us build that place. The priest’s ship sank near the island. The priest was the sole survivor. We found the priest on a wooden board near the sea.
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