Strange Game Designer Chapter 264

Chapter 264 “The Corpse of God”

“As expected, the Investigation Bureau cannot be underestimated. They are not good at dealing with ghosts, but they have mastered a lot of killing techniques.”

Gao Ming shook off the blood on his hands. His nonchalant look made K's face look even more ferocious.

“We have investigated all the information about Qian Junran from his birth to his work, and we know exactly what he is doing every day.” K suppressed his anger and maintained his final calm.

“Don't you think it's a bit of a waste to waste resources on people instead of investigating ghosts?” Gao Ming also wore a psychological insight mask on his face. This mask, made by Xuan Wen himself, could weakly sense the opponent's position.

"You are not Qian Junran, you should be another of his classmates. We can't confirm your identity yet, but there is no need now." K held the handle of the knife with his left hand and the scabbard with his right hand.

"They called you team leader. It seems that you should be the leader of this operation. I am very happy that you will appear here." Gao Ming's joy was sincere. K did not continue to chase Xuan Wen, but chose to come On his own side: "It's true that I made such a big fuss."

"Did you attract us here on purpose?" A gentle security guard tried to persuade K: "Team leader, he might be in the same group as those ghosts in the hospital. We just found traces of many living people living here. Lishan Hospital is probably the base camp for Guitan players.”

“K, don't be irritated by his words.” The security personnel touched the blood ring and recorded the scene. Except for K, no one else cared about the death of their teammates.

"Our mission here is to kill all Kaitan players. Now the target is right in front of us. There is no reason to let him go." K said these words not to other security personnel, but to the people who monitored them through the blood ring. explain.

Angry, the muscles on K's body tensed, and the weird Bodhisattva statue showed an angry face. Ghostly fingers crawled under the skin, like fish in the water or the roots of a plant.

"The ghost talk players are a group of lunatics and poisonous insects that endanger the safety of the city. I will start with you and kill you all." K held the knife in his backhand. The ghost lines on his neck bloomed like lotus flowers, and each finger was hooked upside down. On the skin, he recited a eulogy and slowly pulled out the blade.

There is no fear or fear, more like enemies are extremely jealous when meeting each other. Under K's call regardless of the cost, those finger tattoos are intertwined and connected.

As the Grimace Bodhisattva opened his eyes, the tattoos and scars on his fingers turned into thousands of slender white bone arms, unfolding behind K.

The pungent odor escapes from the scabbard, and the nasal cavity seems to be hooked by a sickle. The stench has reached the point of making people physically uncomfortable, and even causing the nasal cavity to be irritated, swollen and painful.

The explosively strong body is covered with ghost lines and scars, which together form a weird Bodhisattva statue.

Even if all signals are blocked in the back building and cannot communicate with the outside world, they must record the entire process. After leaving, a dedicated person will analyze it frame by frame to make sure that they have not been counterattacked by the ghost pattern.

The blade collided with the scabbard, and the ghost eyes on K's neck suddenly widened, and statues of flesh and blood ghosts and gods appeared in the depths of the pupils.

Many ordinary people cannot bear this pain and cannot bear the indescribable statues of gods. There are very few people like K.

　　All Hanhai security personnel who came out of the Forbidden Game were closely observed. Each one of them was haunted by ghost marks. They were the sharpest knives, so sharp that even those who used them were scared.

The security personnel discovered something unspeakable in the forbidden game. They could not explain it clearly, so they could only try to tattoo it on their bodies based on their own imagination and some conjectures in reality.

Hold the scabbard with his right hand and drag the knife with his left hand. The fingers on K's neck penetrated the skin and tore his shirt to both sides.

"K? What a strange name, but I'm still very grateful that you came to me. This may be the last time you find me." Gao Ming picked up the dirty white coat on the ground and put it on him casually. Covering the bleeding back and the divine pattern of the Flesh Immortal: "Since it's a dream, it doesn't matter."

Hair was flying, and the scabbard and blade in K's hand collided again.

Another blurry face appeared deep in the Bodhisattva's face. It bit K's heart, with a mouth full of blood, and urged the withered arms behind him to move.

The white bones and fingers were like bamboo joints, growing layer by layer, and opening up like a huge lotus behind K's back. Even though other security personnel had cooperated with K many times, they were still shocked when they saw this scene. K had mastered power that should not be controlled by others.

In the forbidden game, K was once lost in an unexplored deep area. No one except himself knew what he encountered there.

When everyone thought he was brain-dead, he came back with the body of a "god".

The god's appearance was extremely terrifying, twisted and terrifying to the extreme, but no matter what others thought, K felt that the other person was a god, the **** who had saved him over and over again.

"The aura exuding from you has surpassed that of the big ghost who owns the House of Resentment. No wonder you are so confident." Gao Ming heard the shouts of the flesh and blood ghosts and gods. The flesh and blood immortals could not wait to come out. He smelled the aura of the same kind.

The chains in the torture room rattled, and the flesh fairy was strongly stimulated. Gao Ming also felt strange when he looked at K.

He originally thought that the Investigation Bureau would stand on Fate's side and maintain the order created by Fate, but K behaved more like a "parent" in the shadow world. Like Gao Ming, he was succumbed to a "dead god" choose.

“Do you want to wake up from your dream? Or become the master of your dream?”

The Bone Thousand Hands pressed down, and the security personnel ducked backwards. In their eyes, Gao Ming was already a corpse, and no living person could escape from K's hands.

The rich aroma of meat wafted out from the gaps between the white bones, and everyone suddenly heard the dull and powerful heartbeat. The sound came from everyone's chest, and finally gathered at the place wrapped by the Thousand Hands of White Bones.

“Boom! Boom! Boom!”

The blood surges up, like war drums and like thunder!

The security personnel soon discovered that the walls, the floor, the altar, and everything in the room were turning into flesh.

The meaty aroma that seduces the soul wafts from all sides, but instead surrounds the stench and traps it in the center.

"Snapped!"

The white bones shattered, and a thick **** hand stretched out from the white bones. Chains with soul marks crawled towards K along the gaps between the finger bones!

The white bones are illusory, with the help of ghost patterns, divine corpses and the power of faith. The Thousand Hands look extremely terrifying, but some of them are true and some are false.

The chains in the Death Penalty House are completely different. Each chain is a twisted and crazy soul. Controlling them does not even require the power of the Flesh Fairy. They will destroy everything in front of them with hatred.

"Judging from your behavior and habits, you should not be left-handed, but you hold the knife differently from ordinary people. Your left hand holds the blade, and your stronger right hand holds the handle. From this, it seems that the handle may be stronger than the blade. The key." Gao Ming's voice sounded among the Bone Thousand Hands, his eyes were penetrated by blood lines, and the expression on his face was calm and terrifying.

"I am particularly sensitive to flesh and blood. Your scabbard should be made of the corpse of that 'god', right?"

“This can clearly explain why there is a stench in the air the moment you draw the sword; it can also explain why these white skeletal fingers can only move within the area shrouded by the stench.”

In just ten seconds, before K could try out Gao Ming's trump card, Gao Ming had figured out K's weakness.

(End of this chapter)

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