This term sounds familiar.
Faced with the scene before him, Fu Qian felt a deep sense of the richness of today's horror themes at that moment.
Of course, it wasn't frightening, but the visuals were indeed somewhat abstract; everything seemed both real and unreal, evoking a sensation akin to massaging the brain—
The Greedy Worms not only occupied the target office but even helped hold their positions?
Even if it was just a reflection in the Domain of the Dead, it still tested one's imagination.
Meanwhile, not only was the receptionist's gender correct, but so were their lines.
Even the statement about temporarily not accepting social business, at the time when I consulted in person, Tooth Throat Lay Buddhist was indeed the only eavesdropper among the Greedy Worms.
Including those slightly bewildered eyes, there was truly a touch of the charm of someone working themselves to heartbreak.
"Did she say the same thing last time you came here?"
