I Fix Air-Conditioner

"Doctor, the game I designed seems to have become reality!"
"Isn't that great? People are under such great pressure at work, but you've managed to escape from it all, immersed in the game world, living the life of your dreams."
"But I'm a horror game designer, I've conceived one hundred and twenty-six murder cases, created dozens of murderers with different personalities, and in search of material, I've watched ninety-five thriller movies, read over four hundred horror comics, and collected more than two thousand urban mysterious legends. Now, it seems like they've all become real!"
"So... do you think I look familiar?"

Kaidan Game Designer

All sorts of odors rushed into his nostrils. Qing Ge had not expected that even after sacrificing so many living people, he would still be dragged into the Shadow World.


"This monster's appetite is getting bigger and bigger."


Having lost his vision and hearing, it was as if he was trapped in a cage, but Qing Ge was not afraid. All his confidence stemmed from the Black Blade in his hand.


The blade was not originally black, but it had soaked up blood and corporeal oils and was wiped daily with talismans, filling it with an evil essence.


"Each odor represents a person. I can't distinguish the good from the bad, but as long as I kill anything that comes near me, I will eventually be able to leave."


Cripple Bay Village's Dog Cellar was a place that Situ An valued highly. He didn't care about the monster's abilities within the Dog Cellar; what he needed was something else.


Chapter 84: A Completely Black Memorial Photograph