Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Horror Game Designer
Loser System and Berserker Me
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 334: We're Very Welcoming
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 256: Enter the Door
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 325 - They're Out Of Luck
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1194- Top Flower
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 952: A Hundred Years of Accumulation
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1193- Heaven and Earth as one
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 324 - A Bunch Of Fake Gods; Princess Dongfang Yao
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 24.2
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 40: The Demon King’s Decision
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 631: The Word Traitor
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 333: Luo Dong's Uniqueness
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 255: Building
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 323 - Do You Want To Become A Transcendent God-Level Powerhouse?
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1192- Finally here
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1191- Revolutionary product
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 322 - A Man Must Endure Hardship
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 24.1
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 38: The World Outside the Mountain Cavern
Layers of human shadow rushed to the stone plate. The leading man pierced the mysterious woman through her chest. Blood sprayed like wine. It dyed her dress red. Some blood also landed on the invaders’ lips.
The woman didn’t resist. She watched as the invaders cut her with their weapons. Then, they pounced at her like hungry wolves as they munched on her body. Those who didn’t get the chance could only surround the outer circle. They licked the blood that flowed out and grinned with satisfaction.
Everything happened under the bloody mist. The scene looked like an oil painting. Under the night, it radiated a feeling of sadness and isolation.
Chen Ran enjoyed the influence the carving applied to their subconscious. He didn’t think the invaders did anything wrong. The only thing that he felt was not enough was the lack of good background music. Such a religious and satanic image was not paired with great music. It was… such a waste.
It was like you were on a holiday at the beach. The azure sea lapped before your feet. The waiter walked over silently. Everything was so peaceful. However, the next second, the professional waiter raised the tray of the best caviar in the world and smashed it into your face.
That was how Chen Ran understood the painting.
This was clearly not something Jiang Cheng, who was still struggling to put food on the table, could understand.
The woman was flooded by the heavy waves of human shadow. Throughout this process, she didn’t struggle or make any noise. Jiang Cheng forced himself to look away from the woman. His eyes moved along the edges of the stone plate. He was not a hunter. This was his survival instinct. This painting brought him great discomfort. He could sense a feeling of dissonance underneath the sense of discomfort. For Jiang Cheng, the discomfort was the impact brought by the image. After all, cannibalism was no longer an accepted action in the modern society.
However, the dissonance meant that there was something wrong with the picture. Then, his pupils narrowed. He fou
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