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
At the corner of the stairwell in Block C, two figures, one thin and one fat, stood there. They stared at the ground not far away.
“Doctor,” Fatty felt something on his tongue, and his tone was uneven, “This is…” About two metres in front of them, a broken arm lay on the ground. From their perspective, they could see the shattered bones and twisted sinews at the spot where the arm was torn off.
“It’s Xu Wen.” Jiang Cheng nodded.
Fatty moved his eyes to look at the surrounding walls. There was a lot of blood splattered on the floor, walls and ceiling. Even though they didn’t see Xu Wen’s actual body, it was no longer important.
Once they turned this corner, they would reach the music classroom after walking for a while.
Fatty stretched his head and looked into the darkness. He said contemplatively, “So… Xu Wen was ambushed and killed on her way to the music classroom.”
Jiang Cheng studied the sides of the corridor. “No. She left the music classroom and was killed when she reached this place.”
Fatty frowned. Just as he was about to ask Jiang Cheng how he came to that conclusion, there was a ringing around them. It was the ringing of a phone.
They lowered their heads and realised the ringing came from the centre of the palm of the broken arm. It was a red phone. Since its colour was so close to blood, they didn’t notice it earlier.
Fatty was so scared that he almost fainted. Thankfully, Jiang Cheng was there. Jiang Cheng walked forward and pried off the stiff fingers. He picked up the phone, put it beside his ear and answered.
The air seemed to freeze. Due to the distance, Fatty could tell that it was a woman speaking in an unusual tone on the other end of the line.
“I’m not,” Jiang Cheng spoke after some time, “Xu Wen…” Jiang Cheng glanced at the broken arm and said calmly, “She’s beside me. She’s fine. Don’t worry. She’s too preoccupied to answer the phone.” Then, Jiang Cheng moved away for a few steps, covered his mouth with his hand and whispered in reply. Fatty wanted to follow him, but Jiang Cheng sto
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