Novel & Cerita Strange Tales From A Chinese Studio

Pleaseee god pleaseee help me---- ------------------ 3 days later-Hidden Laboratory ------------------ Within the basement-like room. There are many types of equipment and strange apparatus within the room, Some look like a mini forge and foundry, some look like the formation master workshop with many inscribing tools and inks. Some look like the accursed altar and magic circle-like formation. It’s like this is a forbidden laboratory of some mad scientist that experiments in some insidious project. In this room, there are 4 people no… 3 people, and 1 experiment subject. A man who sat on an expensive-looking wheelchair Zhu Wushang and his two twins maid; Gold and Silver.

“Honey… I experienced something strange earlier…” “What was it?” Stanley asked. Xyla told Stanley about what she experienced earlier without leaving out any detail. Stanley subconsciously frowned after listening to what she said. “Could it be your hallucination?” he asked. Xyla shook her head. “Absolutely not… I think the nine-tailed fox came…” While speaking, Xyla held her phone and returned to the room. She then sat next to the spot where she touched the strange thing… After that, she quickly looked around.

Michael asked with a frown face. Mr Li Chong pick up the remote on his desk and on the TV then told Michael to look at what is going on. Journalist was casting news standing where there is bunch of zombie. A zombie just came from the back and bite his neck. "What the hell is going on again? since you brought me to this country have never set my foot out of this place. So how did this shit happened? How did China got infected by the zombie virus and why did you think the virus come from me? I don't have any virus so drop that shit you point at me now, and besides where ismy clothe?"

It was quiet, almost sacred, with sunlight streaming through the large windows and rows of books inviting me to lose myself in their worlds. I wandered through the aisles aimlessly until I stumbled across a section on business biographies. My fingers hovered over the spines until I spotted one that looked familiar: Against All Odds: The Rise of Evan Bennett. I pulled the book from the shelf, my heart racing. I hadn't known a biography about him existed. The cover featured a candid photo of Evan, his piercing eyes staring directly at the camera.

I consoled him and gave him some water. “She locked me up in the store room” “WHAT? IN THE STOOR ROOM? HOW DID YOU COME HERE! Tell me everything.” I questioned. “I was locked inside since morning and when she opened me up, I ran and hid here. She warned me that she’ll lock me again if I told this to anyone.” I stood up and as I went forward Zac held my leg and started to cry. “Please don’t go. I don’t want to get locked please.”

Then Isabella happened again, even after he paid her off the last time she called. It started with a notification on my phone while I was in the studio Kale made for me, paint still wet on my fingers. A gossip site headline: TECH TITAN VOSS’S SECRET SEX SLAVE. Below it, grainy photos of me leaving the tower two days earlier, black town car waiting at the curb, the edge of my leather collar just visible above the coat Kale had bought me. Someone had zoomed in, circled it in red, added arrows and screaming captions.