Strange game designer

Every time Gao Ming said a word, K's expression would change slightly, and the security personnel guarding the exit in the distance also felt bad.

K's ability is top secret, not even his team members know about it, but now this information comes from the enemy's mouth.

You must know that they have just returned to Hanhai from Xinhu, and they have experienced unimaginable pain and despair before they successfully engraved the ghost marks on their bodies.

I thought that my hunt for the strange players in Hanhai was a dimensionality reduction strike, but I didn't expect that my first move was like hitting a brick wall.

With a calm mind, terrifying strength, the protection of unknown ghosts and gods, an unscrupulous style of doing things, and a hysterical twisted soul, this is the leader of the ghost story players.

The image of Gao Ming in the minds of security personnel has gradually become fuller, the danger index has soared, and some people are already preparing to launch a special situation response plan.

"Every time you use the ghost pattern, you will consume the power of the divine corpse, so you should be anxious now, right?" Gao Ming's heart beat at the same time as the flames in the flesh and blood furnace, and the hot blood flowed all over his body. He grabbed it with both hands. Chain after chain, flesh and blood ghosts and gods also made the same move.

K has indeed never encountered such a situation. In the past, both humans and ghosts would be torn into pieces by the Thousand Bone Bones and dragged back to the lotus, where they would become nourishment and feed back the "divine corpse". But this time, he actually felt the same aura as the "divine corpse" in Gao Ming, and the Bone Thousand Hands couldn't get close at all.

When the flesh and blood ghosts and gods crawled out of Gao Ming's back heart, K ​​was extremely shocked. Things that he originally thought could only appear in the depths of the forbidden game appeared in the vast sea, and the god behind Gao Ming seemed to be still alive!

"Bang!"

The white bones were shattered layer by layer, and the four faces of flesh and blood ghosts and gods roared at the same time. The huge and ferocious body supported the cage formed by the white bones and fingers. His remaining arm worked with Gao Ming to pull back on the chain.

The chains engraved with souls collided with each other, and the patients crawled into the depths of the huge "lotus" with hatred.

The deformed and diseased soul bit into the white bone fingers, and they embedded themselves between K's ghost lines and scars.

It was as if hot iron had been burned into the skin and flesh. K's face turned pale, his mouth drew blood from his bite, and he held on for dear life.

With his arms close, the voice of reciting a memorial was squeezed out from between K's teeth. He slashed the blade of his left hand on the scabbard of his right hand. Rotten black blood flowed out of the scabbard, and a knife opened at the wound. Blood red eyes.

The "divine corpse" seemed to be gradually waking up from its slumber. K slashed at the scabbard again, and the second ghost eye opened on the scabbard!

"You still have hidden abilities, but you took too long to prepare." In a life-and-death fight, Gao Ming would never give the opponent a chance. After discovering that the opponent had a trump card, he immediately controlled the chains to wrap around K's arms.

There were countless chains digging into the flesh, making it impossible for K to make a third cut.

"Your appearance has alerted me. The Investigation Bureau still has an absolute advantage in power. No wonder Situ An is still so low-key even if he is selected by the shadow world." Gao Ming and Guishen tightened their chains: "In return, I will take you Let’s go see the world after waking up from the dream.”

The flames in the flesh and blood furnace burned crazily, and the guillotine of fate appeared at the end of K's sight.

Countless chains dragged him towards Gaoming. He seemed to have been abandoned by the whole world. The feeling of powerlessness was indescribable, as if his destiny and all traces of his existence were about to be erased.

"What it is?"

The flesh and blood ghost tore open the chest, the ribs cracked on both sides like the fangs of a sea monster, and the guillotine of fate was slowly raised from the depths of the flesh and blood.

The ghosts who died in the hospital crawled out from the gap in the base of the guillotine. Their upper bodies struggled desperately, but their lower bodies were smelted together.

They were crying, dancing wildly, eyes full of hatred, and grabbing the ends of the chains hysterically!

It was they who were forged into chains, and it was they who wanted to drag everyone entangled in chains into the torture chamber.

The people whose destiny is forgotten, the seeds of the shadow world, they are already crazy between nightmare and reality, and now they just want more people to fall into the nightmare together.

"Wake up, or sleep, open your eyes, or sink forever."

Gao Ming's voice penetrated into K's ears. He saw the masked face among the layers of chains, and a chill filled his heart.

In his childhood memories, the guillotine was used to cut grass, and the cut grass would be fed to the animals. No one would ever consider the problem from the perspective of the grass, and no one would understand the mood of the grass.

It wasn't until now that childhood memories came to mind that K finally understood Cao Ke's helplessness.

Under the guillotine of fate, all living people and ghosts are just straw, food used to feed animals, insignificant, let alone resistance, it is difficult to even struggle.

The chains were getting tighter and tighter, and K's lips were bleeding from his bite. He wanted to speak, but now he couldn't even do that.

It's so powerless, as if a person is facing his or her destiny, and any effort or struggle seems ridiculous.

"Are there any dead gods in the vast sea? There are still living taboos hidden in the vast sea!" With his eyes wide open, almost tearing the corners of his eyes, K and the dead god on his body were forcibly dragged to the flesh and blood immortal.

The eight-armed ghost tore open the bones of Thousand Hands, and the chains penetrated into K's skin, wrapping around the ghost lines and blood vessels.

The pain like peeling didn't stop until the chain wrapped around K's heart. He raised his head, and Gao Ming and the Flesh Immortal were standing in front of him.

Those eyes that were penetrated by blood lines were cold and calm. There was no arrogance of looking down at all living beings, nor the enthusiasm and excitement of a living person. It seemed that he was just looking at the script written by fate, then tore it up, and then scattered the remaining pages. The sky is full.

All this happened too fast, too fast for K to use his last resort, too fast for him to say his last words.

"When you wake up from your dream, you will also wake up."

K didn't hear Gao Ming's last words clearly. His body covered with ghost marks had been dragged into the torture chamber.

All the instruments of torture were vibrating, and the scent of meat and blood filled the world in K's eyes. The scabbard in his hand finally came to life, and each eye opened, but it was too late.

With his body fixed by chains, the guillotine of fate suddenly fell. At that moment, K saw an upside-down world.

Terrifying and ugly ghosts wear human clothes and live brightly in the sun, while living people infected with various diseases linger and hide in the shadows.

"Is this the real world?"

The thread of fate was severed, and K seemed to have turned into a soulless body. The ghost marks on his body had all faded away at some point.

All the ghost patterns converged into a bloody shadow with thousands of hands behind it, and its body was covered with rotten wounds and cracks in faith.

What is really bound by the chain is not K, but this god who has been dead for a long time.

The chains collided, and the shadow struggled violently, but was still dragged to the guillotine of fate.

Eight arms grabbed the guillotine, and the flesh and blood ghost seemed to recognize the other person, with a look of greed on his face that represented death.