Strange game designer

The emergence of life adds a touch of color to the world, but it is built on the mother's pain. The pain that touches the depths of the soul seems to represent the two souls breaking away from each other.

The mother on the bed has delicate features, as if she is a perfect work created by the gods, but there is no trace of pity in her eyes, only indifference.

"I have never had a suitable body. The future god helped me a lot this time. I took this child away. As for what you want to do next, it has nothing to do with me." Gao Yun's voice came from the woman's mouth. Her body was trembling because of the pain, and a lot of sweat dripped from her forehead, but her voice was cold and calm.

Thinking carefully, Xia Yang found that he had never seen the real Gao Yun. The other party had been possessed by the student union president, and the student union president was constantly changing.

Everyone knew that Gao Yun existed, but including the members of Class 13, it seemed that no one remembered what Gao Yun really looked like.

This 51st classmate also paid a very high price to escape the tunnel. His body and part of his soul should still be trapped in the bus deep in the tunnel.

"You use your believers to feed monsters, Gao Yun, what's the difference between you and the future god?" Although Xia Yang is also a pervert with a confused mind, he used to save one and kill one. In his own values, he thinks he is a person of noble character.

"When I am reborn, they will follow me. I will bring them the best future and never break my promise." The woman's fingers grabbed the bodies of those living people: "I was imprisoned in the cycle of life and death because of deception and betrayal, and I paid for the lives of all the people who should have died in Class 13, so what I hate most is lies. I can promise you that I will never interfere with what you want to do in the future."

Hearing what Gao Yun said, Xishan had already started to retreat. He thought Gao Yun and Gao Ming were in the same group, but now it seems that the two are just in a cooperative relationship. If they say they will abandon them, they will abandon them. This is also the old tradition of Class 13.

"Where are you going?" He Jing noticed Xishan moving: "Are you going to do it?"

Xishan, who was discovered, had to change direction and hummed in a low voice. The two of them and Fan Li went around to the bed from the other side.

"I know you won't lie, but it's impossible for me to fulfill your wish." Situ An was worried that Gao Yun would compete with him for the power of the future god. The speed of the flesh snake under his feet increased dramatically, and the corpses around him were also controlled by some force, struggling to crawl towards the human bed in the corner.

The woman was not talking, her expression was extremely painful, and the vitality of the entire underground parking lot was about to burst her belly.

The perfect human body gradually changed, and divine patterns similar to those on the clay sculpture began to appear on the woman's skin. At this moment, Gao Yun's layout was actually completed.

The headless clay sculpture that was drained of power by Situ An was filled with Gao Yun's bloody faith. The son of God prepared by the future god for himself was also controlled by Gao Yun. He stole everything when the future god was the weakest. As long as he could successfully give birth to the child, he would have flesh and blood that truly belonged to him, and he would no longer need to parasitize on his believers.

Under the erosion of the eighteen corpses, the divine patterns on the headless clay sculpture and the woman's belly gradually showed subtle changes. The faces of the nearby corpses melted like candles and all turned blank.

Before the Son of God was born, Gao Yun had already taken away some of the power of the future God from Situ An. If he continued, he might really steal the future.

The pain made the woman unable to speak. There were tiny cracks on her skin. The "Son of God" was like a monster. No one knew what it looked like before it was born?

"Go to hell! Stop having illusions. You have no future!" Situ An stepped on the meat snake, and the five fingers of his right hand were like sharp blades. There was also a divine eye opening on the back of his hand!

There was no respect for life in his eyes, nor any pity or extra emotions. In the next second, he seemed to pierce the woman's belly with his arm, killing the woman and the Son of God who was about to be born.

"This should be your body!" Situ An's eyes were full of murderous intent. When his fingertips were about to touch the woman's belly, his entire arm suddenly became uncontrollable, as if it was broken out of thin air.

His face changed, and Situ An seemed to have thought of something, glaring at Xia Yang on the side.

Xia Yang, who cut off his right hand, smiled gently: "I think both of you deserve to die, but I want to see what the perfect work created by the gods looks like."

The outer coat fell off, Xia Yang's mouth was full of blood, and he smiled wantonly. His soul was like a canvas. As early as in the torture house, Xia Yang had painted Situ An completely on his body!

"You!" Situ An didn't have time to think about why his right hand lost control, and his left hand directly pinched the woman's neck, but he couldn't use any strength at all, as if it wasn't his hand.

"When the painting is real enough and can copy the soul, it's hard to tell which side is the painting and which side is reality." Situ An on Xia Yang's body is lifelike, more like himself than Situ An now, and influencing a person through painting is one of Xia Yang's most basic abilities: "In the torture house, I painted Gao Ming the most, and the second is you-Situ An."

Xia Yang's ability is extremely strange, and he needs to paint repeatedly. The more he paints and the more real it is, the greater the influence on that person. Situ An considered various situations, but he underestimated the madman Xia Yang.

"You are too careless. After all, we are both candidates."

In the few seconds that Xia Yang held Situ An, the student union faith that formed the human bed completely wrapped the woman. When the vitality reached its peak, the headless clay sculpture of the future god completely collapsed, and a baby's cry sounded in the underground parking lot.

It was born in endless death and lived by taking away the unfinished life. It was the resurrection body planned by the future god for himself, and it was also the sustenance of the most bizarre gods in the shadow world.

Everyone looked at the human bed, and the flesh and blood began to melt. All the student union believers, including the mother, were withering.

The human bed collapsed, Gao Yun's voice disappeared, and in the center of the withered flesh and blood flower, there was a headless baby.

It has life characteristics and is full of vitality. It is not headless, but its head is immersed in the shadow, and its face is blurred. This child seems to be a combination of reality and the shadow world. It is not a ghost, let alone a person.

"Do it!" Xishan and the other three who quietly touched the nearby did not hesitate. The clay sculpture has been broken, and this baby is the key.

Without further ado, Fan Li took the lead, picked up the baby and ran towards the exit. As for Xi Shan and He Jing, they were just loud, and they started running towards the exit as they shouted to fight.

Witnessing the birth of the "Son of God", Situ An frowned at the other party's appearance. He remembered something that Lu Zang had brought him to see outside the vast sea.