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!
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 17
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 620: The Young Man in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3828: Investigation
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
Several men and women had gathered in the living room of the villa.
They were mostly in groups of two or three, standing relatively apart from each other.
Neither the pitch-black night sky, the magnificent snowscape, nor the howling cold wind could move them.
That was because the situation in the living room was far from harmonious.
In the center of the living room was a half-foot-high mini stage covered in shiny black flooring.
On the stage was a classical grand piano and a leather piano chair that radiated a dim light.
On the stage, apart from the piano and the chair, there was a person.
Or rather, a body that had not completely gone cold yet—
A lean middle-aged man lay face down on the piano keys, dressed in luxurious attire.
He appeared as though he had just played a heart-stirring piece of music and had then fallen into an extremely tired slumber.
What was horrifying, though, was that a winding trail of fresh blood seeped out from beneath him, forming an almost circular bloodstain on the stage's floor. On top of it lay a wicked little knife, smeared with fresh blood.
Crimson blood trickled along the edge of the middle-aged man's clothes and the piano keys, and the breast pocket handkerchief peeking out of his left chest had turned a deep shade of red.
This pool of blood reflected the piano's light brown lacquer bottom and the emaciated body of the performer, revealing an eerie, dark essence.
Meanwhile, the notifications continued to update, and everyone was holding their breath, focusing on them.
[Each challenger has a key that can unlock a blessed bedroom.]
[Each bedroom can accommodate a maximum of two challengers; exceeding this number will nullify the blessing.]
[Solving the mansion's puzzles has significant meaning for regular challengers.]
[Among the regular challengers, one is a detective.]
Dekan and Cornelia both couldn't help but pat their pockets and found that there was indeed a key inside.
Furthermore, their clothes seemed to give them a slightly uncomfortable feeling.
It wasn't
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Current schedule is a bit unstable. But I will try to get 5chapters/week. Been a bit difficult, having some depression issues lately.