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
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 650: This Isn't The Final Farewell For Us
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 364: Cruel Self-Reflection
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 42.1
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 285: Embroidered Shoes
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1247- Firm defence
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 977: Sentimentality
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
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“This is bad!” Fatty jogged back. He shouted as he reached the door, “Come… Please come to check it out!”
Xia Meng quickly rushed out. Jiang Cheng sat up in bed unwillingly. He worked his joints before jumping out of bed. After they left their room, they realised that the rest of the travellers had gathered outside Zuo Qing’s room. They maintained a safe distance from the room.
Zuo Qing’s group was also there, but they looked horrid. Shi Liaozhi needed others to support him just to stand. Fatty looked around. No one looked like they were acting. ‘Did something happen again?’ Fatty thought. He made a quick count and realised everyone was there.
“What’s going on?” Xia Meng walked over. An Xuan glanced at her. His cavalier nature was gone. He was serious. He moved away and used his eyes to signal her. Xia Meng followed his gaze and frowned involuntarily.
There were many bloody handprints on the door of Zuo Qing’s room. There were around twenty of them. There was also a pool of blood outside the door. The trail of blood meandered from the
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