Strange game designer

"One more step forward, and I will destroy the clay sculpture and smash your god to pieces." Trapped in despair, Wanjie's eyes were as calm as the sea, and no one could guess his thoughts.

As the commander-in-chief of all security personnel in the forbidden game, Wanjie can climb to this position not only by prestige, but also by strong strength.

Just now, he clearly sensed that something had changed in the building, and a certain power in his body was recovering rapidly. Although the ghost pattern was still suppressed, he could already call on some of it.

"Hand over the statue! Give it to me!" The grandmother was in a state of madness, and her red clothes were particularly bright, as if they were smeared with a lot of innocent blood.

"Wanjie, don't struggle anymore, all your ways of survival are blocked." Zhuo Jun was very smart. He was worried that Wanjie would counterattack before his death, so he surrounded but did not attack, letting the crazy grandmother pass first.

If Gao Ming hadn't broken the door in the past and caused the accident in Xiangshengyong Apartment, Zhuo Jun's deployment would have no problem, but now he also felt that his power was recovering, so he began to worry.

"It's normal for evil ghosts and false gods to want to kill me; I can understand that the ghost story players want to kill me; but why do you, the security personnel, want to attack me?" Wanjie knew everything, he was just stalling for time: "Is Jingtuo God worried that I will compete with him for power? That petty and yin-yang man, isn't he afraid that after my death, the vast sea will be completely swallowed by the shadow?"

"You die, and your men can live." Zhuo Jun said a very cruel sentence: "We are the knives in the hands of the General Administration, and the knives do not need thoughts. Your biggest mistake is that you do too little and think too much."

Wanjie laughed in anger , pinching the neck of the clay sculpture with one hand: "Do you think that if you kill me, you can control the security personnel I brought from Xinhu?"

"As long as they are human, they will have weaknesses and concerns. They also have desires and families." Zhuo Jun was no longer ready to talk nonsense with Wanjie, and waved his arms: "Bai Xiao, He Jing, kill him!"

Unfortunately, no one moved after giving the order. Zhuo Jun's eyes turned cold: "Have you forgotten what Jingtuo God said before? Do it!"

The reason why Zhuo Jun let Bai Xiao and He Jing go first was because these two people had the strength of deputy team leaders, and they usually didn't listen to his orders, and they hadn't completely gained the trust of Jingtuo God.

After repeated urging, Bai Xiao walked out with a knife. There was a hideous wound on his arm, and the fragments of the portrait that had been planted in his body were also sent into Gao Ming's body.

"We meet again." Wan Jie was slightly startled when he saw Bai Xiao. Last time, he forced Bai Xiao to give up the knife and join his security team. Unexpectedly, the situation changed and now his life fell into the hands of the other party: "Fate is really mysterious. Have I been abandoned by fate?"

At this time, Bai Xiao was very upset. He had not met Gao Ming many times, but when he learned that Yuan Hui had killed Gao Ming, he felt that he had said goodbye to a friend who had fought side by side for generations. This made him extremely depressed, and the malicious ghosts and gods that merged with him were also affected.

Even if suppressed by the rules in the apartment building, the malice still surged from his heart, entangled on the blade, with a biting cold.

Zhuo Jun, who was watching all this from a distance, had his pupils shrank. He did not expect that Bai Xiao would be so terrifying when he was serious. He really underestimated him before.

"Can you still exert such ability even though you are restricted by the 'God'?" Yuan Hui was surprised and looked at another security guard: "He Jing, don't hold back your strength, Bai Xiao has already gone all out."

"Why don't you two go up?" He Jing saw Bai Xiao rushing up foolishly and cursed: "Two scums from Class 13."

The malice was still rising wildly, and Wan Jie's expression became solemn, but after a moment, a trace of doubt appeared in his eyes, and Bai Xiao's malice did not seem to be directed at him.

"Fate seems to have arranged a way out for me." The pupils turned completely black, and Wan Jie's eyes were like the deep starry sky. He saw the changes in people's hearts and the threads of fate.

After scanning several East District security team leaders, Wan Jie did not sit still and wait for death, but took decisive action.

The first thing he did was something no one expected, and he directly threw the most precious clay statue of the god at He Jing!

Having a statue of the god can ignore some of the rules in the building and master the secrets of the god, which is the most important thing in Xiangshengyong Apartment.

He Jing received this "gift" before he made any move. He was stunned for a moment, and when his grandmother's hatred was transferred to him, he grabbed the clay sculpture and ran away.

Just as Zhuo Jun thought, He Jing and Bai Xiao had just joined the East District Security Department. Jingtuo Shen did not fully trust him, and he did not trust Jingtuo Shen either. Compared with besieging and killing Wanjie, the temptation of getting the statue alone was greater. Taking a step back, given Wanjie's current situation, even if he left, the other three could kill him.

"I'll lead away the old corpse in red, and I won't compete with you for the credit of killing Wanjie!" He Jing's voice came from the end of the corridor, and he ran very fast.

"He Jing!" Zhuo Jun cursed angrily, and before he could stop him, he suddenly felt a murderous intent. He turned around and found that Wanjie completely ignored Bai Xiao and went straight to him.

"Doesn't Wanjie have a grudge against Bai Xiao?" Zhuo Jun couldn't figure out why everyone was hunting Wanjie, but Wanjie seemed to want to kill him?

"Stop him!" He reached out to take the weapons equipped by the security personnel. Zhuo Jun was tall and proficient in fighting. Even without the ghost pattern, he felt that Wanjie was not his opponent.

Swinging the knife forward, the blade rubbed Wanjie's eyelashes and chopped against the wall. Zhuo Jun had never expected that Wanjie, who was middle-aged, would be so flexible.

"He seems to be able to see through my attack trajectory?"

Before the next knife was chopped out, Zhuo Jun's chest was hit by Wanjie's punch.

The force was heavy, but Zhuo Jun could bear it completely, but when he wanted to swing the knife again, his heart suddenly felt a pain! Looking down, Zhuo Jun's security uniform was pierced by a very thin black nail, and the tip of the nail pierced his chest.

"Cursed object?"

Hands and feet were numb, black blood was flowing, Zhuo Jun's movements became slow, but Wanjie seemed to be determined to kill him and came again!

"Oh no!" Although Yuan Hui was dissatisfied with Zhuo Jun, he also knew that he was no match for Wanjie alone, so he immediately called others to join in.

Zhuo Jun was surrounded by danger, but Bai Xiao, who was filled with malice, seemed to have no intention of attacking. His eyes, which were gradually filled with malice, looked at Yuan Hui's back, and the tip of the knife was slowly raised. His eyes switched between clarity and evil.

"Jingtuo Shen's goal was to kill Wanjie and Gaoming. Now Gaoming is dead, as long as Wanjie is killed, the mission will be completed." Bai Xiao carried Gaoming's tortured body on his back: "As for the others, they may die in the fight with Wanjie."