Strange game designer

“Are women singing about the past of faceless clay sculptures?”

Gao Ming, who was at the back of the team, heard the hidden content in the song: "Clay sculptures belong to the shadow world. They were once close to gods in the shadow world. Why did they end up like this?"

The ghostly sound continued, and the plaintive tune made everyone's hair stand on end. The sound was like time passing by, and nothing could stop it from affecting the body.

The range of movements of the female ghost's hands became larger, waving her sleeves, and dancing in strange and weird ways, like a butterfly turning into a fairy, or like the clouds falling on a mourning sedan. It was eerie everywhere, but not annoying at the same time.

Listening silently, the song reaches its climax. The good man in ten lives is just one short of the last one. If he endures it, he will receive all the blessings, but the good man who died in the clay sculpture has changed this time.

He no longer believed that good deeds would be rewarded, and that accumulating evil deeds was just a lie from God. He was no longer willing to be at the mercy of fate, and he was ready to become a god who enjoyed worship.

"How about we leave her alone? Let her sing here?" Seeing that the woman had not come out of the classroom, Fanfan quietly closed the window and walked through the corridor outside.

"She seems to be performing some kind of ritual, similar to summoning spirits." Ouyang Susu hugged Sister Zhang and was a little annoyed: "Sister Zhang learned this from her previous employer, but it's a pity that she is crazy now."

"Don't disturb her, let's go up and take a look first." Fan Fan and Brother Li walked up the steps to the third floor.

The activity rooms are large and have all been replaced with sliding doors that can be opened easily. The sound of prayers comes from these rooms.

By some strange mistake, Fan Bian reached out and pushed the door open a small crack. The other teammates stayed far below the stairs, so nervous that they couldn't breathe and didn't dare to exert too much force.

After a few seconds, Fan's hand slowly exerted force, and the crack in the door gradually became wider.

Brother Li and Bai Shu, who were following behind, were so frightened that it was too late for them to stop him.

The door panel was completely pushed open by Fan Ban, and several people looked into the room uneasily, their hearts beating rapidly.

"no one?"

The activity room was empty, and the expected horrific scene did not appear.

"Isn't the neighborhood committee holding activities here? Where are the people?" The example was very good, and he walked directly into the activity room.

"Could it be a trap?" Brother Li followed after hesitating for a moment.

Although the interior space of the activity room is large, there are not many items that can be placed, and you can see them all at a glance.

"Let's look for it." After coming here, he couldn't go back empty-handed. Fan Fan began to rummage in the house: "This is the monster's lair. Even if you don't find the clay sculpture, you might be able to find other things."

"I always feel bad." Bai Shu and Youyou stopped at the door. They stared at the tape recorder that was playing prayers, with resistance on their faces.

As they and Fan experienced more and more abnormal events, the differences between them also became obvious. The two sides have different personalities, which often leads to different ideas. However, due to strength issues, Bai Shu and Youyou will listen to them most of the time. Sample arrangement.

"Three minutes, we'll stay here for three minutes." After this, Bai Shu entered the activity room with others.

Gao Ming, who was walking at the back, let go of Teacher Liu's hand and walked alone in the activity room. Of all the people present, he was the one who knew the faceless clay sculpture best. This god who escaped from the depths of the black lake was once a shadow. A very scary existence in the world.

"Faith and will, everything in Hanhai seems to revolve around these two things..."

The sound of prayer coming from the tape recorder gradually became louder. Bai Shu wanted to turn it off, but he was surprised to find that even if he turned off the tape recorder, the sound of prayer was still there.

Everyone gathered around the tape recorder. When they were attracted by the sound of prayer, the flesh and blood ghosts and gods issued an early warning to Gao Ming without any warning.

Feeling something in his heart, Gao Ming looked at the only bathroom in the activity room.

After the Flesh Fairy's abilities continue to improve, only existences of the same level will attract the Flesh Fairy's attention.

Opening the bathroom door, Gao Ming stopped in front of the sink. He tilted his head and looked at the mirror hanging on the faucet.

The mirror was stained with water and blurry. Gao Ming in the mirror stood upright, gently stroking his face.

"Guys who like to steal faces?"

Gao Ming spoke in a low voice, and he was stunned for a moment in the mirror, but he didn't mind Gao Ming's rudeness and opened his mouth with a smile: "We met at Lishan Hospital, and you walked in front of me. "

"What do you mean?" He suddenly spoke in the mirror. Gao Ming was not surprised at all. He had already guessed the identity of the other party, but he just didn't understand why the other party came to him.

"I am the same as the god in you. Our bodies died together with the shadow world. If we want to be resurrected, we can only rely on people living in the dream of the vast sea. The vast sea is a dream, a cage, and a hope. Everything is dead. Only Hanhai stayed." Gao Ming in the mirror touched his cheek narcissistically, and he seemed very satisfied with Gao Ming's face.

"So you dead gods are preparing to find their bodies in the vast sea? Steal the will of living citizens? Reborn in living people?" Gao Ming probably understands, because he is doing similar things: "Everyone is robbing, Some things just aren’t enough.”

With the help of nine dream ghosts, you can wake up from your dream, but the question is, can so many dream ghosts appear in the vast sea?

"I have no intention of conflict with you, and I won't use my real power casually. Why don't we just decide according to the way in the dream?" The high life in the mirror is disguised as a faceless clay sculpture. This dead god knows many secrets. .

He was a little confused when he saw Gao Ming, and patiently explained it again: "Any ghosts and gods in the shadow world, no matter what state they are in now, will be targeted by fate as long as they use their abilities in this dream of Hanhai. It is ominous and will lead to the most miserable end. Therefore, we usually do not take action ourselves until we are destined to be killed. If there is a conflict between us, we will let the children we choose fight. "

These clay sculptures in the Black Lake of Lishan Hospital seem to care more about fate. Gao Ming and the Flesh Immortal are already "clear rebels" and there is no need to cover them up at all.

"Bang!" Cold light suddenly appeared in the room, and Bai Shu opened the computer in the activity room. The first time he saw the screen, his entire face lost color: "Not good!"

The computer in the activity room is connected to the surveillance video, and you can see the corridors and corners in the building.

In the black and white videos of different scenes, you can see figures with their backs to the surveillance camera. They behave strangely and use various methods to rush towards the activity room.

"They are already here." Gao Ming in the mirror was polite, but his smile was eerie and without any warmth: "Is that example the person you chose? I don't think he can leave here alive."