Wang Hao didn't bother with it for the moment, if his character inexplicably starved to death, it would be a loss for sure.
He picked up the kitchen knife from the kitchen, still sharp enough.
He swung it vigorously a couple of times, his sense of security returned.
The world's greatest fear was the fear of insufficient firepower, if one held a hydrogen bomb, all demons and ghosts would disperse.
On the left-hand side of the living room was a bedroom, where they usually rested. In there was a box of toys, indicating that the children often played there to pass the time.
"Biaozi" was playing with a Luban Lock, chuckling "hehe" foolishly while doing so.
On the right-hand side of the living room was a separate Paperman house, in a dim room, hundreds of lifelike paper figures were displayed. Their vivid red lips looking as if they were stained with fresh blood.
