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
Kanon followed Er Gou to the back door of the casino. He checked his watch and as soon as it hit 10 p.m., he immediately pulled Kanon into the workshop.
"Where is this?"
Er Gou didn't take Kanon deep into the workshop but asked her to stay in the storage room.
The shelves in the storage room were stacked with black cases, behind which was a dark red iron door.
"Wait here for one minute."
Er Gou shook his finger and turned to push open the red iron door, entering the workspace.
Kanon pricked up her ears for a while, hearing continuous clinking sounds from next door, unsure of what was being done. She took off her mask and sniffed around the shelves; it seemed they were all filled with t-091.
The scent of t-091 was unmistakable, like rust sprinkled into rotten milk, very easy to identify.
Er Gou came back, holding the black case that Kanon had given him last time.
"Here we are, shall we start?"
"Start what?"
"Hmm... a kind of ritual?" Er Gou said, "Originally, I should have performed this ritual on Dark Street, but I had no choice; the police are watching there too closely, and I can't work there anymore."
"What's in Dark Street, exactly?"
"You wouldn't understand even if I told you, so I won't waste my breath."
After saying this, Er Gou pulled out a dagger from his chest and without blinking, cut across his wrist.
Blood flowed down Er Gou's arm like water, turning Kanon's face pale. The cut on Er Gou's wrist was deep, it seemed even the tendons were severed.
"What are you doing?"
"This is something I learned in school, it works well." Er Gou raised his arm and said, "You might hear some strange noises, please don't be too surprised."
"Okay..."
Kanon nodded, but soon after, she started hearing strange murmurs in her ears.
The sound made her feel dizzy, as if she were drugged.
However, this state didn't last long. By the time the murmurs disappeared, she and Er Gou were already on Dark Street.
"How did we get here?"
"This is magic I learned from the Traveler star people; using this, you can walk
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