Strange game designer

When Bai Xiao fell into a "coma", Wan Jie knew that he was saved, but he didn't expect that the high-level people who came like a "torrent" would save him.

He thought that his survival was the preference of fate, but in fact it was his mortal enemy who intervened unexpectedly.

Wan Jie was severely tricked by Gao Ming in Lishan Hospital and released the clay sculpture of the god sleeping at the bottom of the black lake. Now when he was suppressed by the clay sculpture and fell into a life-and-death crisis, Gao Ming came to rescue him again. The two sides seemed to be even.

Seeing so many high-level people coming fearlessly, Yuan Hui was scared. Even though he had experienced many abnormal events, he didn't know how to deal with it at this moment.

In order to take credit, he kept telling the security personnel around him that he forced Gao Ming to death and tortured Gao Ming's body.

As the saying goes, every grievance has its perpetrator, and now countless high-level people are rushing over, and the anxiety hidden deep in his heart is suddenly aroused.

"Yuan Hui! I treated you as my classmate, how dare you whip my corpse!" The bad high-level people were quite explosive as soon as they opened their mouths. Other high-level people seemed to have found the target of revenge. Crazy high-level people raised their knives and chopped Yuan Hui. Flesh-and-blood high-level people approached quietly. Ordinary high-level people began to try to open their left eyes to affect Yuan Hui's memory.

With his mind in chaos, Yuan Hui dared not resist: "A bunch of lunatics! Really a bunch of lunatics!"

Turning around and running away, Yuan Hui felt that his memory was torn by a force, and he was really a little scared.

"Yuan Hui!" Zhuo Jun and Wan Jie were entangled. Although Wan Jie was older, the cursed objects hidden in his body seemed to be endless. In just a few minutes, Zhuo Jun had been hit many times. If it weren't for his physical fitness far exceeding that of ordinary people, he would have fallen down long ago.

Yuan Hui, who was fleeing in a panic, ignored Zhuo Jun at all. Zhuo Jun was so angry that his eyes turned red. What colleagues, in the face of danger, your own life is the most important.

"The body is in our hands! Go find the painter Gao Ming! Calm down! Everyone calm down!" The kind-hearted Gao Ming shouted until his throat was hoarse and finally managed to control the crowd. He was like the head of a family, worrying about the other Gao Mings: "Don't charge! Brothers! 'God of the Past' didn't give us much time!"

The security personnel in the East District were frightened by the aggressive Gao Mings, but they were not ready for the battle, and the Gao Mings began to turn around again.

"I can sense the position of the painter Gao Ming, he is running to the first floor!"

"What are you waiting for! Gather on the first floor!"

"We are one, no one can separate us!"

"Charge!"

The security door was smashed open, and the ordinary Gao Ming led the other Gao Mings up the stairs and ran to the first floor again.

The Gao Mings came quickly and left quickly. They were a large group of people, and it looked difficult to deal with them.

"What do you mean?" Bai Xiao opened his eyes: "Still wearing school uniforms? Hot-blooded 'high' school?"

The traps specially set up for Wanjie on the thirteenth floor were destroyed, Yuan Hui was scared away, and Zhuo Jun was attacked by various cursed objects. At this time, only Bai Xiao was still in his prime.

No longer pretending to be unconscious, Bai Xiao raised his knife and killed Wanjie. He couldn't let Zhuo Jun die in front of him. Besides, Wanjie had a grudge against him.

"It's really a matter of time. Today I will use the knife you want to take away to chop off your head!" Malice surrounded the blade, and the malice in his heart condensed an arm. This was the power of the ghosts and gods suppressed by the "God of the Past", otherwise Bai Xiao could summon the completely malicious ghosts and gods.

With Bai Xiao joining, Zhuo Jun suddenly felt much more relaxed.

At the critical moment, Yuan Hui ran away, and Zhuo Jun was saved by Bai Xiao this time.

"I invited you to join the security team to save you. Do you really think I can't see what's hidden in your knife?" Wan Jie saw other security personnel approaching, took out a doll made of hair, and tore it into pieces.

Every piece of the doll was bleeding, and after falling on everyone, it went straight to the heart.

"When the suppression continues to loosen, the identities of hunter and prey will be exchanged." Even if he was forced into such an embarrassing situation, Wan Jie was not panicked at all. After doing all this, he evacuated decisively and joined his teammates through the special internal communication method of the security personnel.

The clay sculpture of the statue has been lost, and he no longer needs to be chased by his grandmother. He can have a good time with the East District Security Department.

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He Jing never thought that Wan Jie would throw the statue to her. When luck comes, it is really unstoppable.

Others may not know much about the statue, but as a subordinate of Jingtuo God, he knew that Jingtuo God had reached some agreements with the clay statue in the building before entering the abnormal event, and he also knew that the clay statue was the key and contained "divine power".

Mastering the clay statue can not only ignore some rules, but also have the opportunity to steal a large number of distorted beliefs collected on the clay statue and obtain the ability of the clay statue.

Taking a step back, holding the clay statue can also negotiate with ghosts and gods.

"This thing should have been hidden in the most secret room. How did Wanjie find it? If he is really as scary as the rumors say, I didn't show my killing intention to him, so it doesn't count as a deadly feud with him." He Jing has his own plan. Jingtuo God wants to integrate the group of security personnel who came back from Xinhu. If those people know that he killed Wanjie, he probably won't have a good day in the future.

I don't know how far I ran, He Jing suddenly found smoke in the corridor, and there was a faint fire: "The exit is not open yet, which bastard set the fire in the building!"

"Give me back the statue!" Grandma's roar sounded not far behind him. The ghost of the red-dressed grandma lingered and her resentment grew heavier.

Theoretically, there was no flaw in the arrangement of the past god. While the "ghost of the past" and the "ghost of the future" guarded the door, they strengthened themselves by constantly devouring players. "Grandma" imprisoned Gao Ming in the hidden room to guard the clay sculpture, allowing it to exert its full power to suppress all ghosts. In the case that everyone was an ordinary person, no one could resist, and in the end, they could only be eaten by the three ghosts.

But even with such a perfect arrangement, I don't know where the problem started. Grandma has gone completely crazy in order to take back the clay sculpture.

The speed continued to increase, and He Jing felt more and more exhausted. When it rained, Gao Ming, who had various patterns painted on his school uniform, walked out slowly on the road ahead of him.

"Do you need help?" The painter Gao Ming smiled at the clay sculpture in He Jing's hand. The clay sculpture was painted with the same pattern as his school uniform: "It seems you need it."

"I haven't spoken yet! Get out of the way!" He Jing took out the weapon issued by the Investigation Bureau.

"I can help you trap that old lady and kill her in the elevator." Painter Gao Ming always had a gentle expression on his face, as if he would never get angry: "If you want to get rid of her, follow me."