Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 323: How Many Things Live Inside His Heart?
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 245: Present
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1171- Three abilties
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 944: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1170- King pearls
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 16
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 32: The First Trade
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 619: Old Monk in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3827: Discarded
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 244: Fear
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 322: Five Seconds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1169- See you downstairs
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 942: The Fate-Burning Candle
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 943: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (1)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1168- Level exceeding activation
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 15
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 618: Vajra's Angry Gaze
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3826: The Illusionary Ancestor’s Gift
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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