Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
Loser System and Berserker Me
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
I, The Dragon Overlord
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Horror Game Designer
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3818: Mystifying Kindness
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 302: Gaze
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 224: Arrogance
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1133- Job Clash
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 927: Instant Kill
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1132- Slave race
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 25: The Demonoids Living in the Human World
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 597: Your Majesty, Please Abdicate
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3817: The Illusionary Ancestor
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 301: What is in His Body
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 223: Lose to Me
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1131- Changing order
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 926: Jadefication
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 925: Pill Master
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1130.5- Cloud Peak delicacies (2)
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 596: Uncle and Nephew (8)
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3816: The Master of Profound Secrets
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 300: Collector
When they went back to the room, Fatty still hadn’t recovered from the shock. However, he didn’t dare to speak too loudly since it was still dark.
“Doctor, why did you do that?”
“No reason.” Jiang Cheng grumbled as he wiped his hands with a wet cloth, “I feel like they’re being too lazy, so I’m giving them some pressure. This is for their own good.”
Fatty was used to Jiang Cheng’s bullshit. He asked, “Then, the blood…’
“It is as you think,” He shrugged, “I borrowed it from Long Tao.”
Fatty’s expression was indescribable. He hesitated and then talked as if to himself, “Doctor, I guess you want to create the illusion that they’ve been targeted by the ghosts. If they don’t solve the mission, they’ll die first.”
“Correct.”
Fatty licked his lips and followed behind Jiang Cheng, “I can understand that. However, a handprint should be enough. Why extend the length of the fingers?” He looked at the man with confusion, “Is there a meaning behind that?” Fatty seemed to think of something and snapped his fingers, “You want to disrupt them and make them think the killer has a giant hand! Is that why?”
“Not really.” Jiang Cheng scratched his head with embarrassment. “Mainly, I saw there was some left in the bottle, and I didn’t want to waste it.”
Fatty’s lips twitched, “...I thank you for Long Tao.”
“You’re welcome.”
After using two bottles of water, the smell of blood lightened. Jiang Cheng flung the water away and crawled back to bed with satisfaction.
“Doctor,” After a while, Fatty called out softly, “Are you asleep?”
“Yes.” Jiang Cheng answered clearly, “I dreamed of Long Tao. He said that he couldn’t eat without his chin. He wanted to borrow your chin for two days before returning it to you. I was begging him on your behalf, but you woke me up.” Jiang Cheng flipped over. “But don’t worry. He will take some time to arrive.”
“My doctor…” Fatty said through tears. He wanted to sew Jiang Cheng’s mouth shut, “I beg you to shut up.”
There were still two hours to dawn. Jiang Cheng believed Fatty wouldn’t be able to
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