Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
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!
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
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 243: Found!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 321: Gaze
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1167- Kill the kill-stealer
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 941: Fortune
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1166- Terrifying Sprites
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 14
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 31: Weaving Shadow Nest! Crypt Lord!
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 617: Bodhisattva Lowers Its Gaze
Deep down, Bai Zhi wasn't confident at all about the situation at hand.
This cute boy with a schoolbag had turned over ten students, including him, into puppets! If he hadn't been able to free himself from that strange place in record time, the two professionals would have been at the boy's mercy.
It had all been coincidence. If he had been delayed by even a few seconds, even those two strong-looking dudes might have fallen. Alone, he would not have been able to help the situation, since he had no real idea how to defeat the supernatural entity.
Even the solid hit he had landed with the chair leg had not left so much as a bruise on the boy's head. It seemed that this supernatural entity was not like the other one, which was powerless against any targets who felt no fear. This one was one hundred percent a real threat to Bai Zhi.
"Hmm? The marionettes seem to be reverting..."
Bai Zhi was still a short distance away from the boy, but he could already see that the scattered marionettes around it were showing signs of change. It seemed like they were slowly recovering their original form.
He picked up the little boy's schoolbag and took out the remaining puppets, placing them in an orderly row on the ground. At the very bottom of the bag, he found two that looked like the two missing students from his own class.
"I wonder if these people will be all right..." he muttered as he frowned slightly.
Bai Zhi turned his gaze to the boy on the floor, and was met by a pair of vengeful eyes full of venomous hatred.
Half the boy's face was missing, no doubt some mysterious consequence of the punch that Wu Hua had landed on the boy's face. The missing portions were replaced by an inky-black fluid, which turned the once-adorable face into the sinister visage of some demon from Hell.
The boy's unforgiving eyes never moved, as if he was trying to memorize the face of his sworn nemesis.
"What a shame... Just a few seconds longer and I..." the boy began, but suddenly, the rest of his body, even that schoolbag of his, was tra
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