Strange Game Designer Chapter 62

Chapter 62 The hero with only three days left to live

The Shadow World has written scripts for every monster born in the shadows. The meaning of their existence is to help the shadows invade reality. If they have other ideas during this period and do not grow according to their original trajectory, then the Shadow World will think Try to drag them back into the shadows.

　　Xuan Wen is very similar to Gao Ming, they are fighting each other from the moment they open their eyes.

She doesn't want to live like this forever, she feels she can change.

The marginal female supporting role with the least sense of existence, an unpopular auxiliary character. She does not have the most beautiful appearance, and her personality is not good, but I don't know whether it is due to the influence of Gao Ming or whether she is like this in her heart. She chose a dangerous and crazy path. She took away the power and destiny of the eight heroines, and therefore left eight wounds that can never be healed.

Xuan Wen has no ability to stop the will of the Flesh Immortal Lord and the evil spirit transformed by Situ An. She wants to buy enough time for her high life, so she can only rely on the power of the shadow world.

While returning to the shadow, try to drag Situ An and the Flesh Fairy into it.

"Integrating the hearts of gods requires a process. Even if I get the heart, you can't hold them for me. So the best option is that I will hold them while you fuse the heart." Xuan Wen was very happy. Reasonable, she is not affected by various emotions, and everything she does is to leverage fate and have a better ending.

“Is this a Level 4 abnormal event? Is this a natural disaster? Or a man-made disaster?”

“He is the Lishan Investigation Bureau, the acting leader of the investigation team, high life!”

At the same time, Gao Ming also touched the heart of the god. The memory of Gao Ming emerged on the transparent heart, and his past gave the heart color.

Shadows shrouded the ground like night, and Xuan Wen's body seemed to turn into a wound in the middle of the two worlds. Broken human faces poured out from the shadow world, wrapping Situ An and the statue.

The waiting crowd flocked to Gao Ming, and another group of investigators dispatched from the Lishan Investigation Bureau also saw him.

The old door panel was pushed open, and a faint light shone through the crack of the door into the corridor.

With chapped lips, Gao Ming licked the blood from the corners of his lips: "Okay."

No one is afraid, and no one runs away. Even though he knows he will die, he still explores into the depths of darkness.

“The shadow has receded! The abnormal event has been solved!”

The shadows on the underground level are out of control. Xuan Wen is at the center of the whirlpool. She gives up resisting the shadow world and actively accepts all shadows. The only thing she does is to trap Situ An and let him dissipate into the shadows with her.

He has black letters all over his body, and his chest rises and falls slightly.

Walking alone in the dark corridor, the scent of meat was no longer in the air. The morning breeze blew through Gao Ming's blood-stained hair. He came to the main entrance of Building A of the Surabaya Apartment.

"Gaoming!" Situ An looked ferocious. He had been planning for twenty years and sacrificed countless investigators to sacrifice his heart. Gaoming took away his heart.

He knows Wan Qiu's fate and wants to help Wan Qiu, but it seems that it is a good ending for Wan Qiu now.

No one knows whether tomorrow will be **** or heaven.

Two hearts merge together, and the alienated heart and spiritual will are intertwined, forming an "atrium" that is independent of the two worlds.

A pair of hands lifted Gao Ming up, and Wan Qiu carried Gao Ming out of the blood pool with his crying daughter. The Surabaya apartment was almost completely slaughtered. Qingge, who was seriously injured, took advantage of the chaos to escape with the only two remaining investigators. There were not many alienated residents left in the apartment.

Hutching the wound on his stomach, Gao Ming looked at Wan Qiu who was walking away. He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he couldn't.

Hearts were beating. Gao Ming felt that there was a certain connection between his alienated heart and the Surabaya apartment. Any place where blood flowed would become a part of him.

People have two hearts. The flesh-and-blood heart is like a flame, providing strength to the whole body, allowing people to run and jump; the spiritual heart is like a lamp placed on a spiritual altar, guiding the direction.

The moment the new idol appeared, the clay statue of the Flesh Immortal in the Flesh Temple began to collapse, and the wound on Uncle Wu's chest worsened rapidly. He looked at Gaoming with complicated eyes. There was no resentment or pain, only an indescribable despair.

“Look, someone walked out of the apartment!”

“Gaoming? It's Gaoming!”

This atrium is filled with pain and despair. Every sacrifice buried in the blood pool has become a part of the atrium, turned into chains and instruments of torture.

The memory in the heart seems to be looking at Gaoming, blooming in the center of the eight arms.

The smell of meat in the Surabaya apartment gradually faded, the shadows retreated to the corners of the walls, and the temperature slowly rose. All this seemed to herald the end of the story of flesh-and-blood fairy tales.

The shadow retreated and Gao Ming walked toward the ground. The steps he stepped on left dazzling **** shoe prints.

Taking Yanhua's flesh and blood as the foundation, its eight arms are stretched out, and the four phases come together!

Uncle Wu screamed, and the heart above the statue disappeared. Gao Ming's past experiences merged into his flesh and blood, and his will, spirit, and memory seeped into his blood.

Zhu Miaomiao's situation is not optimistic. She used the killing charm twice, which consumed too much life.

But Gao Ming was still lying in the pool of dry blood, and Xuan Wen and Situ An beside the statue disappeared together with the shadows.

The boundless shadow was dispersed, and investigators from half the city were anxiously waiting outside. All of them saw Gao Ming.

The sun shone on the blood stains, and Gao Ming looked at the excited faces with his single eye. Those investigators did not care about life and death. If he died in the apartment, these people guarding outside would be the next group of people to enter the apartment.

It took a lot of effort for Gao Ming to get up from the ground. He was injured more seriously than imagined.

　　A black night, full of red blood, the blue sky is torn, the gray city is upside down, there is a beam of light from a car light in the distance, Gao Ming is in the car, and he is also outside the car.

The blood on his soul became more and more intense, and his obsession turned into overwhelming hatred, but in the end he still couldn't break free from the shadow.

“Everything is fate, and you can't control it at all? High fate! High fate!!”

The roar echoed in the shadows, the blood gathered into Gao Ming's heart, and the shadows retreated into Xuan Wen's open wound.

Opening his eyes, at a certain moment, the beating frequency of the god's heart became consistent with the heart of flesh and blood in Gaoming's chest.

"I... want to stay here." Wan Qiu touched her daughter's head: "They don't have a mother anymore, I, I will take care of them."

“The strange story has ended, the shadow has subsided, and there will be no flesh and blood immortals in the two worlds from now on.” Wan Qiu dragged Zhu Miaomiao to Gao Ming again: “She needs emergency treatment.”

Grab the handrail and step up to the last step.

Gazing at the ceiling above his head, Gao Ming lost his left eye and endured nineteen minutes of torture from the evil spirit. His whole body was covered in wounds, and his abdomen was penetrated by a killing talisman.

The heavy rain that had been falling for several days finally stopped and the sky cleared up. Gao Ming walked out of the Surabaya apartment covered in blood.

Si Xiang's eyes stared at Gao Ming, watching him fall from the highest point of the statue and fall into the pool of blood.

Hold the door with both hands, Gao Ming pressed forward.

He raised the black ring in his hand and stepped into the sunlight.

“There may be other injured people in the building, and there should still be investigators alive.”

Congratulations, the meat-eating investigators, the residents in the building, Yan Hua's body, and the eight victims of the massacre merged into the statue. All the blood and food created a new statue of ghosts and gods in Gao Ming's heart.

Black characters spread across his face. Gao Ming heard the cheers of the crowd, but the sound seemed to drift away slowly. His eyes moved back to himself, and the life character on his palm seemed to be telling him something.

His consciousness was blurring, and every beat of his heart brought severe pain. Gao Ming clenched the life character in his hand and fell at the junction of shadow and sunlight.

(End of this chapter)

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