Haunted House C17
by MarineTLChapter 17 After finishing the roleplay task, Zhou Fangdong clutched his stomach and lay on the bed for a long while to recover. Even though the roleplay had ended, that terrifying hunger—the sensation of his internal organs devouring one another—seemed to linger. His limbs were weak and powerless, to the point where he couldn't even manage to sit up. Zhou Fangdong sighed and closed his eyes in despair. After finishing this round, he was in no mood to argue with the system about lamp oil.…

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