Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
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!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 326: Selection
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 248: Organisation
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1177- Situation change
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1176- Eighth
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 19
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 622: Natural Disasters and Man-made Calamities
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 325: City One Can't Leave
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 247: The Past is Like the Wind
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1175- Don't discriminate
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 946: Fatal Strike
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1174- Divide
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 18
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chapter 78: This Fight Will Never End
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 33: a.0.3 Update! Skills System
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 621: Meeting an Old Friend
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3829: An Answer
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 246: What are you Waiting For?
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 324: Flying Seeds
The barrage of comments suddenly fell silent.
The scene in front of them completely overturned everyone's worldview. They had never witnessed such a bizarre and malevolent sight.
"What is this place? Hell?"
"Why is there something like this under our city?"
"Can someone tell me this is just an illusion?"
"I see my daughter there!"
The barrage of comments resurfaced, covering up the terrifying scene, leaving only the lonely silhouette of Gu Yi.
Gu Yi turned to the camera, bowing slightly. Then he took out a balloon from his pocket and skillfully crafted it into a Thompson submachine gun.
"Beep beep beep—"
With a whistle in his mouth, Gu Yi blew it rapidly, mimicking the sound of machine-gun fire.
The balloon gun's muzzle spewed like flames, and in no time, it pierced through the entangled bony branches overhead.
The branches flailed wildly in the air, spraying a mixture of red and white fluid.
Gu Yi blew his whistle again, and the fluids turned into fireworks in mid-air. The cameraman immediately aimed the lens at the beds, where the children all wore happy smiles as if they had just experienced a beautiful dream.
"That clown is helping these children pass on."
"The pain on the children's faces has disappeared."
"He's a superhero fighting against the devil!"
Beep—
The whistle sounded again.
The cameraman, supporting the reporter, approached Gu Yi. "Hero, do you have any instructions?"
Gu Yi patted both of their shoulders and then pointed to his own.
"Uh? What are you trying to say?"
Gu Yi rolled his eyes.
The reporter, turning pale, tentatively asked, "You want us to grab onto your shoulders, right?"
Gu Yi nodded frantically.
The cameraman looked at the reporter in amazement. "How did you understand that?"
"Talent?"
The two, one on each side, leaned on Gu Yi's shoulders.
Gu Yi took off the strap from his shoulder and, with a whoosh, threw it onto the ceiling.
The strap stuck to the ceiling, taut like a rubber band. Gu Yi held the reporter and the cameraman on each side and blew his whistl
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