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
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1188- Fallen wings
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 951: The Yellow Court World
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1187.5- Splitting spoils (3)
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 23.2
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3833: The Illusion-condensing Swordmaster
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 37: Production and Exploration
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 628: The Hidden Traitor Gradually Surfaces
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 331: Chaos
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 253: Rental Story
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1187- Splitting spoils (2)
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 950: Greed Leads to Death
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1186- Splitting spoils (1)
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 23.1
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 627: Becoming Saint
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 252: Depart
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 330: Interviewer
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1185- Eight star
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 949: Fake Sky, False Sun
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“Get down.” The middle-aged man was the first to descend once the car was parked. Fatty was the second. He moved faster than Jiang Cheng. It was like something was hunting him.
Jiang Cheng opened the door and looked around. He realised they were in a villa. The place was huge. It had a stone fence. However, the mottled walls suggested that it was old. The place was secluded. He didn’t even know such a place existed. Fatty bounced over to Jiang Cheng and whispered, “Doctor, where are we?”
Jiang Cheng shook his head. He narrowed his eyes at the middle-aged man. Even though Xia Meng appeared to be well-respected, it was clear that the middle-aged man was the true leader. After the middle-aged man got out of the car, a young man instantly got on and drove it away. A panel opened on the side of the building to reveal a dark, cavernous space like a garage. The car drove it, and the panel closed again. All the traces were removed.
The villa gates slowly moved. With a clunk, the rusted door shut, sealing hope and sun outside.
Fatty’s throat s
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