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

Crushing the longevity peaches beneath his feet, stepping over the fallen candlestands, Gao Ming pushed his way through the blocking guests and arrived at the deepest part of the birthday hall.


His heart thumped wildly, a sense of extreme unease enveloping his entire body as if his heart was being grasped by a pair of cold hands!


"Wasn't Mr. Tang fighting with the butcher? Why do I feel such danger in the birthday hall?!"


The hidden room was within reach; giving up now would leave Gao Ming with a sense of regret. Biting down on his tongue tip, he stepped into the hidden room.


Though it was called a hidden room, it seemed that everyone knew there was such a room tucked away at the back of the birthday hall, holding all of Mr. Tang's treasures.


Chapter 556: Bone Painting Master, Soul Sketcher