Strange game designer

The toys that imitated the haunted house collapsed under Afang's feet, and the houses of resentment rose from the ground, like huge building blocks piled up in the dead shadow world.

Afang used the haunted house to build his own dead world just like playing with toys.

"Ah!"

A completely unfamiliar sound came out of the young body, and the spreading phantom of the world seemed to tear him apart completely.

When everything was about to get out of control, in the depths of the endless black fog, twelve pairs of scarlet eyes slowly opened, and they looked at the place where Afang was at the same time.

The blood-red ghost town stood in the black fog, and the place where Gao Ming and Afang stood seemed to be where the number thirteen existed.

As the hysterical laughter sounded, the consciousness of the dead world was obviously affected, and the other eleven pairs of eyes also changed direction.

The world consciousness that was about to tear Afang apart suddenly converged. It seemed to be worried about being found by something, and it drilled into Afang's body again.

The hood of the little dinosaur pajamas covered his face. The expression on Afang's face was completely different from before. He didn't look like a child at all, but more like an old man who had experienced many vicissitudes of life and had one foot in the coffin.

His face was full of fear, as if he was frightened just now.

He raised his head, his eyes directly jumped over his biological parents and looked at Gao Ming in the distance.

"We must not let the twelve of them find me, we must not let them find me, wake up quickly! No matter who it is, wake up quickly!" Afang's voice was hurried and unfamiliar. He hurriedly picked up the scattered building blocks on the ground and threw all the toys into a huge schoolbag.

"Wake up?" Gao Ming felt that what Afang said was similar to Lu Zang's exhortation. They seemed to hope that more people would wake up from the "dream" and see the real world.

Afang became more afraid when he found that Gao Ming's tone had changed a little. He dragged his huge schoolbag and ran in the haunted houses one by one.

The two doctors were very worried and followed directly in. When Gao Ming, who was a little further away, wanted to go over again, the corridor had returned to normal.

"The shadow world is a dead world, full of death. Who can kill a world?" Gao Ming thought of the phantom of the world behind Afang. In the endless black fog, there were twelve blood-red cities, corresponding to twelve pairs of blood-red eyes. Their eyes could make the remaining world consciousness collapse.

"The twelve cities in the black fog are very far away from the vast sea, but no matter where others mention them, they seem to be able to feel it. This unspeakable horror is too depressing."

Gao Ming also obtained a very important piece of information from Afang. If he wants to get the recognition of the world consciousness, it seems that he must wake up completely from the dream. This indirectly confirms what Lu Zang and Mr. Question Mark said. The vast sea is an extremely real dream.

"In this dream, everything is arranged by fate."

"But then again, why does this dream exist? Trapping all the innocent people here and letting disasters invade... Is it to imprison part of the consciousness of the shadow world?" Gao Ming looked at the corridor that was gradually returning to normal, and suddenly had a very absurd idea: "Are all the citizens living in the dream of Hanhai sinful ghosts? In order to atone for their sins, they have to experience the sins they have committed?"

Shaking his head, Gao Ming dispelled this outrageous speculation. He grabbed a chain in his hand and carefully felt the direction.

Afang's biological parents entered the haunted house and chased Afang away. Although Gao Ming did not follow them, he could roughly sense the location of the two doctors.

The fate of all those who have entered the torture house is tied to Gao Ming, and they can never be separated from Gao Ming.

The emergence of the world's will made Gao Ming feel urgent. Only by changing the fate of half of the people in the city can he kill fate. But the key to the problem is that except Gao Ming, no one in Hanhai knows what their true fate is, let alone change it.

Struggling without direction may play into fate's hands.

"It seems I have to start as soon as possible."

A violent explosion sounded from downstairs. Gao Ming stood on a high place and looked up. The blazing flames burned in the dark night. The fire started from the eleventh floor and spread rapidly upwards.

Several charred bodies fell from a high place, and Gao Ming also heard the screams of gossips.

"With Xia Yang and the residents of Sishui Apartment, can there be any accidents?" Gao Ming had asked the flesh and blood ghosts to investigate before. He did not smell the smell of the corpse of the god on the old man, and the flesh and blood immortals were too lazy to come out.

"That old guy can fight Xia Yang with just ordinary ghost patterns?"

The elevator broke down, and Gao Ming ran down the stairs to the twelfth floor. Before he rushed into the fire, he saw the leader of the fourth group with severe burns all over his body running down.

The old man was like a fire man, with ghost patterns all over his body on fire, using a nearly self-abuse method to prevent the evil things from approaching. Except for him, the other members of the entire fourth group had disappeared in the corridor.

"**!" A self-portrait of the leader of the fourth group appeared on the wall. It was painted vividly, but his whole body was bitten by paper dolls and pierced with red thread and silver needles.

Xia Yang drew the old man, but the old man burned his body and face with fire, completely changing his past appearance and appearance, and used his body to set a trap for Xia Yang.

Teacher Xia has a "gentle" temper and always smiles. This is the first time Gao Ming has seen him so embarrassed.

"These security guards who came back from Xinhu are really cruel."

Xia Yang chased after him, and both parties reached the ninth floor in the blink of an eye. Bai Xiao and Chen Yuntian, armed with long knives, led the investigators to explore layer by layer and had just reached the eighth floor.

Gao Ming, who was following Xia Yang, immediately intervened. Bai Xiao was an indispensable part of his plan.

The leader of the fourth team was exhausted, but this old guy was very bad. He ran towards the investigators on purpose, hoping to buy time for himself with the lives of ordinary investigators.

Chen Yuntian and Bai Xiao saw the problem at a glance, but their reactions were different. Chen Yuntian held Bai Xiao's shoulders and gave the order to retreat in the black ring, while Bai Xiao pulled out the knife given by Gao Ming. .

The leaders of the fourth group did not give them any warning, not even a look, as if they had already acquiesced that they would die. But he didn't expect Bai Xiao to move forward with the knife and actually cut Xia Yang in the painting.

Xia Yang, who received the high-life hint, fought back and forth with Bai Xiao, while the others covered the retreat of the four group leaders.

The severely injured team leader of the fourth group never expected that such a situation would occur. Although Xia Yang was injured by his design, Bai Xiao was an ordinary person who didn't even have ghost marks.

"Is it because of the knife? Or is there something different about him?"