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
The night deepened. However, one could still see the endless stains on the ceiling. Other than the stains, there was nothing else. Fatty pulled his gaze back and looked at Jiang Cheng with confusion. His lips moved before he said carefully, “Doctor, I don’t understand…”
“It’s midnight.” Jiang Cheng held the camera, but his gaze was on the door. Fatty was confused.
“No one died… yesterday,” Jiang Cheng announced.
Fatty’s body trembled. He stared at Jiang Cheng and had to ask, “Doctor, isn’t it a good thing that no one dies?”
“Good.” Jiang Cheng’s face was devoid of expression, “But it’s not normal.”
“Is it only normal for people to die every day?” Fatty raised his pitch.
“Yes.” Jiang Cheng nodded in confirmation, “At least one per day.” They had spent three days on this mission. The woman in the qipao died on the first night, and Long Tao died on the second day afternoon. This was the fourth night, but there was no third victim. Despite the twists and turns, everyone had returned to the hostel safely.
“Doctor,” Fatty uttered softly, “Perhaps the ghost took a break.”
Jiang Cheng ignored him.
Then, Fatty consoled him, “Doctor, you’ve already done your best. Don’t give yourself too much pressure.” Jiang Cheng looked at the camera in his hands again and again. Zhen Jianren had taken down the video of the entire music classroom. All the students and staff were there. However, the ghost was nowhere to be seen. It was as if… the ghost had disappeared.
Click!
The light in the room suddenly came on. Jiang Cheng’s gaze sharpened as he turned to the door. The light switch was beside the door. Fatty, who stood beside the switch, was startled by Jiang Cheng’s sharp gaze.
“Doctor,” He quickly explained, “I also felt like something was wrong, so I figured it was better for us to switch the lights on.”
Jiang Cheng thought about it and agreed. With Fatty’s company, at least he wouldn’t be bored. However, as he lowered his head to check the video again, his body froze. The light above his head shone and emitted a yellow
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