Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Nightmare Assault
Horror Game Designer
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
I, The Dragon Overlord
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1246- Source battle (2)
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 649: On Whose Shoulders Will the Future of the Great Liang Dynasty Rest?
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 284: Do You Believe Me?
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 363: I Want Save All of Me
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1245- Source battle
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 41.3
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 976: Arrival
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1244- Worry and Joy
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 349 - Possessing Puppets And Learning Through Combat
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 648: Who Can Fathom an Emperor's Heart?
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 283: Confiscate
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 362: The Perfect Me
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 41.2
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1243- Proof of the Formation and Proof of the Ruins
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 975: Migration
The Defeated Saintess Is On A Journey To Tame The Evil God
Book 01 Chapter 08.01.1 - Late September's Whispers
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 348 - The Shenxia Tower Opens; Salute The Godly General!
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1242- Antidote and Sacrifice (2)
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Nightmare Assault Chapter 292: Got him (Teaser)
“How… Why?” The strange things that happened to Shi Liaozhi were happening to Qin Jian. The travellers who left before him didn’t return. The only thing that returned was that suspicious boat. The boat moved silently through the mist. Everyone who took it was gone. That included Hao Shuai.
His pupils trembled. The paper doll’s arms started to bend. The bloated fingers reached out from the sleeves. The fingers were pasted with rotten red fingernails. The nails were cracked. Murky liquid leaked out of the cracks. They formed sticky threads around Qin Jian.
The stench was so heavy that Qin Jian could barely breathe. The weight on his back increased. A ticklish feeling came from his neck. Something wet and sticky slid across his neck. It was rough and carried an indescribable stickiness.
He instantly realised what it was. It was a tongue!
The ghost on his back… was licking him with its tongue. Qin Jian was so frightened that he felt like dying. At that moment, he experienced true despair. “Why?” Qin Jian moved his neck with difficulty. Hi
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