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
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 304: Hint
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 383: Infighting
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1283- Killing dragon
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 992: Hibernation
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1282- Surrounding
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 47.1
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 666.2: How Can It Be Sunset So Soon? - Part 2
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 303: Perspective
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 382: Stealing Corpse
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1281- Found you
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 991: Sky Throne
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 364 - No Souls; Immune to Curses; Not Living Beings
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1280- Blood that couldn't be melted
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 46.2
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 666.1: How Can It Be Sunset So Soon? - Part 1
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 302: Spirit
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 381: Schemes
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1279- Saint Hall Spectre
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Nightmare Assault Chapter 306: Careful (Teaser)
“It’s Shi Liaozhi…” Looking at Jiang Cheng and Xia Meng, Fatty said, “It’s because Shi Liaozhi is already dead. He has been replaced by the ghost, so there’s no play tonight.” Xia Meng and Jiang Cheng didn’t look surprised.
KNOCK! KNOCK!
The sudden knocking shocked Fatty. He whipped his head at the door. A clear human shadow was reflected on the paper door. He didn’t hear the footsteps of this new arrival. Fatty asked subconsciously, “Who is it?”
However, he quickly regretted it. He had a guess regarding who it was. It was the ghost, the ghost pretending to be Shi Liaozhi. After the travellers dumped him, he returned.
The shadow outside the door seemed to realise her trick had been exposed. It stood there mechanically. The hand slowly lowered. Then, a strange voice said, “Dear Dafu.” The shadow didn’t move, “Young Master is going to perform his favourite play tonight. Dafu has to attend.”
Xia Meng’s expression froze. Fatty was startled. This was not Shi Liaozhi’s voice… It was the middle-aged woman! There was a play that night!
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