Strange Game Designer Chapter 185

Chapter 185: I simply want him to die

Situ An is very good at brainwashing others. He will first occupy the moral high ground and put on the cloak of civilization to cover up his barbaric behavior.

He is the vice president of the Hanhai Charity Federation and one of the speakers of the Hanhai Chamber of Commerce. He has great energy and ambitions that can never be satisfied.

As the biggest beneficiary of the rules, Situ An is a defender of the rules during the day, but wants to be the maker of the rules at night. He is a selfish lunatic at heart.

It is undeniable that he has many advantages, but he also has reasons why he must be killed.

For him, protecting the city is just because the living people in the city are temporarily useful to him and are a bargaining chip in exchange with the shadow world. Deep in his heart, he will not be constrained by anything like morality at all, and he can sacrifice everything without any consideration. Get a possibility for yourself.

“People like you are actually quite pathetic.”

Ghosts, gods and Gao Ming rushed into the house of resentment at the same time, desperate for killing.

"Gao Ming, you haven't come as far as me, so you can't see what I see. I actually have no other choice. If you are willing to stand by my side, I will take you to the highest point of the vast sea." There was no trace of fatigue in Situ An's eyes on the screen. He knew that Gao Ming had been looking for him, and he did not waver in any way.

"Congratulations!"

Situ An felt that he had met the most troublesome opponent in his life. Gao Ming was so perfect that he couldn't find any loopholes and his goal was extremely clear. He simply wanted him dead.

The cries of the children in the complaining house were shrill and harsh, and deformed monsters made of flesh and blood constantly tried to stop Gao Ming, but these were of no use to the ghosts and gods.

　　It was Situ An who was hiding in the House of Resentment and killed his relatives and sewed his mouth shut.

The child's cries became even more pitiful. The eight arms of the ghosts and gods stretched forward, their fingers dug into the gaps where the chains penetrated, and they roared and exerted force on both sides!

"Flesh Immortal? Another Flesh Immortal!" Situ An, who was hiding in the House of Resentment, was shocked by the scene he saw. He didn't understand why he had spent more than ten years and countless resources to worship the Flesh Immortal. Can you succeed easily?

Worshiping the Flesh Fairy all the year round has become an obsession of Situ An. Even if he has to give up in the end, he will still occasionally dream about some scenes related to the Flesh Fairy.

Situ An can create a flesh-and-blood body for the dead Dr. Lu, wrap negative emotions with a shadow head, copy all the classmates in Class 13, and can also turn the children of Hande Private Academy into monsters. All the above abilities are related to this House of Resentment. related.

Situ An has never seen such a crazy person. He doesn't know what he has done to Gao Ming.

Burning the memory of past death and enduring the pain of death, the hysterical ghosts and gods and Gao Ming tore apart the house of resentment in front of them.

After being attacked by Gao Ming, this special house of resentment actually emitted the cry of a young child, which was shrill and shrill, making people's hair stand on end.

“Ding Yuan once said that Situ An seems to have a kid he raised himself. Does this house of resentment belong to that kid?”

A cold voice oozed out from between his teeth. Gao Ming was like a ghost threatening his life. Situ An, who had experienced numerous storms and waves, had a rare change in his expression.

From his point of view, he only had malicious intentions, but the other party was willing to smash him to pieces even if he died without a burial place.

In that nightmare, all the flesh and blood ghosts and gods were embedded in a deep tunnel, which seemed to be the final destination of the flesh and blood immortals.

In terms of the level of risk alone, Surabaya Apartment is far inferior to Hande Private College. This school has already developed real ghost stories. But in terms of destructive power, the Flesh Immortal is unique, and Gao Ming himself has not yet fully explored its full potential.

It's not that Gao Ming has to kill Situ An, it's because Gao Ming continues to grow and move forward, Situ An will definitely kill Gao Ming.

He raised his arm, clenched his fist, and his flesh and blood penetrated directly through the wall filled with surveillance screens!

Pieces of screens that looked like "eyes" were smashed, and behind the wall was the same squirming flesh and blood as in the infirmary.

Gao Ming died many times because of Situ An. What's even more outrageous is that Situ An's reason for killing him was different every time.

Congratulations for losing part of the ability to think. Now he just wants to pay with blood. The arm hit the House of Resentment hard, and the Flesh Fairy could invade all flesh and blood. Blood vessels spread out from the body of the ghost and god, like chains stained with despair, drilling into the flesh and blood on the surface of the House of Resentment.

“I found you, Situ An!”

The big ghost has a house of resentment, and different ghost houses have different abilities. At this time, what appeared in front of Gao Ming seemed to be a very special house of resentment, made of flesh and blood, as if it had life and could grow on its own.

Among the four faces of the Flesh Immortal, the one belonging to Congratulations glared angrily. He also remembered Situ An.

"Gao Ming, are you the flesh and blood immortal?" Situ An was so smart that he vaguely thought of a possibility, but he himself couldn't believe that such a thing would happen.

“Since Situ An has such a kid, why didn't he see him in Surabaya Apartment last time? Is it fate for balance? Or is it that the kid has been at Hande Private Academy and Situ An didn't bring him into Surabaya Apartment?”

Breathing heavily, Gao Ming exhaled a hazy haze of blood. His red eyes looked inside the room of resentment. Situ An, who was covered in flesh and blood pipes, was sitting in the center of the room.

The memory of death in his heart burned his soul, and Gao Ming merged with ghosts and gods. His pupils were crossed by blood lines, and one eyeball was completely dyed red!

What is even more terrifying is that scars begin to appear on his body. Each piece of death memory is integrated into the ghosts and gods. The pain Gao Ming felt at the beginning will become a reality, but this will continue to stimulate the ghosts and gods.

"It seems there is one more reason to kill you." Gao Ming tried his best to mobilize the ghosts and gods regardless of the cost. Until now, when he walked out of the tunnel, he had never shown such power when facing the flood.

"I control some of the school rules. If you kill me, Hande Private Academy will completely overlap with reality, and all weird rumors will spread in the city. You have to think clearly..." Situ An didn't finish his sentence at all, because Gao Ming didn't listen at all. What is he talking about? He can't bear it anymore. He will put Situ An into the torture chamber no matter what!

"Rather than walking to the highest point together, I want to pull you into the abyss and let you experience every day of my past." Gao Ming's fingers pressed on his heart, and eight arms made of flesh and blood emerged from the back of his heart. The incense floated away, and the eight-armed ghosts and gods and Gao Ming made the same movements.

Such a crazy Gao Ming also made Dagou stupid. He always thought that Gao Ming was gentle and gentle. If he had known that Gao Ming was so scary, he would not have dared to swallow Gao Ming casually.

Situ An was dragged backwards by the blood vessels in his body. He hesitated for a moment and took out a black and white photo of the deceased from his arms.

The photo is of Hande Scholars College. Except for Yan Xizhi and the teacher who became a big ghost, all the other teachers who once taught at Hande Scholars College are there.

(End of this chapter)

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