Ghost Story Game Designer

Chapter 347 List of High Fates

There was something extremely terrifying sleeping beneath that polluted source of faith. When Gao Ming and Xuerouxian were fighting for the Blood City's remains, they had felt each other's aura up close.

The animal-faced clay sculptures and the faceless clay sculptures are very different from them and are not on the same level at all.

"Each statue has its own abilities, and these abilities will continue to increase as the number of believers increases. No wonder the Investigation Bureau is so anxious." Gao Ming looked at Afang. He didn't think the other party would lie. He was just weighing whether to have a head-on conflict with the two clay sculptures so soon.

Seeing Gao Ming's hesitation, the boy leaned on the male doctor's shoulder. He didn't understand why his parents were afraid of Gao Ming, and he didn't understand why his parents were afraid of Gao Ming and yet were unwilling to leave Gao Ming.

The adult world was a little complicated for Afang. He reached into the pocket of Little Dinosaur's pajamas and took out a black-and-white photo of the deceased.

"I give this to you, can you let my parents go?" Afang spoke with a hint of childishness, but his word "parents" resonated with Gao Ming, because Gao Ming also had many parents.

Afang treats all ghosts as her own family, and chases after everyone she sees, calling them mom; Gao Ming's memory has been tampered with by fate, and he doesn't know which of the many parents in the portraits is the real one.

Gao Ming walked to Afang and took the portrait. In the black and white photo, Afang was sleeping at the door of the haunted house.

It’s a very simple layout, but if you adjust the angle and look at it again, you will see that there are blood-red doors hidden inside the haunted house, and the area around Afang is full of blood-red rooms.

Afang was indeed the darling of the shadow world. There were more black and white photos of him than those of Xia Yang and Situ An combined.

"This is the key to my house. With it, you can play in the house I built with building blocks." Afang's words revealed another message to Gao Ming. Although Afang is young, he, like Situ An, has his own "home" and is the "parent" chosen by the shadow world.

"Your home?"

"I built a lot of houses with building blocks, and they are my homes." All the houses that Afang built were haunted houses. His home was probably even more terrifying than Situ An's.

Feeling Afang's kindness, Gao Ming also reached into his pocket. His action made all the evil spirits around him alert, and the air seemed to freeze.

Gao Ming took out a lollipop and put it in Afang's hand: "There are many people in Hanhai who want to hurt you. If you encounter troubles that cannot be solved, you can come to me."

Most of the candidates for the Lord of Blood City are ambitious people like Situ An and Jing Tuo Shen. People like Xia Yang who are into body art are considered less dangerous. It is very dangerous for Gao Ming to fight against them alone. If he can unite with Afang, it will greatly reduce the pressure.

"Okay." Afang agreed immediately: "I'll wait for your good news."

Gao Ming did not stay in the back building and took the big dog back to Zhang Ding's supermarket.

"Do you think you can trust that kid? He's also one of the candidates, and he might do something bad to you at a critical moment."

"It shouldn't be the case. There must be a reason why Situ An raised that child." Gao Ming looked at the portrait that Afang gave him. There seemed to be a terrifying evil ghost behind every bloody door in the photo.

"I always feel like he wants to tell me something?"

Another night passed, and now Minlong Street and Lishan have completely changed their appearance, becoming the base camp for ghost story players. There are even abnormal people setting up stalls on the roadside to sell cursed objects. Of course, they have paid "protection fees" to Zhang Ding in advance. "The new order is slowly being established, and the adaptability of the living is really strong."

Gao Ming greeted the supermarket staff, lifted the sign that said "No Entry for Non-Authorized Persons" and pushed open the door of the warehouse.

"Did you encounter any trouble on the road? Why are you late?" Xuan Wen saw Gao Ming coming in with a hint of worry in her eyes.

"I was originally going to look for Fan Shi, but I unexpectedly met another seed candidate, so I was delayed for some time." Gao Ming glanced at the warehouse. Zhang Ding, the witch, Wei Dayou and others were all here.

"Based on the information you provided, we have posted a large number of ghost story missions on the Dead Water Forum and found many potential players." Xuan Wen picked up a data form: "The city of Hanhai is really surprising. The growth rate of those ordinary citizens is very fast, as if they have experienced disasters before."

"Maybe they are the disasters themselves, but they forgot their true identities in this dream." Gao Ming took the form and took a look at it.

The Dead Water Forum was established not long ago, and many players of the Ghost Story Forum have already broken through level ten, which means that they have experienced at least ten abnormal events.

"It turns out that people can only unleash their potential to the maximum extent when they think about themselves."

The players of Ghost Stories are not like the Investigation Bureau. There are no rules or restrictions, and the players' mental state and backpacks will not be checked. Anything the players get from abnormal events belongs to them. However, when they trade information and cursed items, the Dead Water Forum will charge a certain fee.

"We have underestimated the power of ordinary people before. In desperate situations, their will to survive is astonishing." Wei Dayou put out the cigarette in his hand and handed the list he had prepared to Gao Ming: "The ghost story players in Hanhai have spontaneously formed several relatively large groups, such as the Disaster Response Mutual Aid Association in the East District. There are more than 500 people and they are very united. The situation they face is the most dangerous and their overall strength is the strongest."

Wei Dayou looked at the ashes on the ground: "The initiator of the mutual aid association is called Situ Cheng, who is suspected to be a relative of Situ An. It is said that he can control big ghosts."

"There are already more than 500 people? It's developing quite fast." Gao Ming just nodded.

"We can't help it. The East District is full of abnormal people and ghosts. If they don't stick together, they will die miserably." Wei Dayou continued, "The Old City is a bit complicated. A gang leader has become a ghost story player. They regard the apocalypse disaster as a good opportunity. Their power is expanding wildly. The number of ghost story players they have is constantly increasing, and there are also a large number of ordinary people working for them."

"Are you talking about the Catfish Gang?" Gao Ming thought of Yu Ruolong.

"What is that? The name sounds very tenacious." Wei Dayou shook his head: "They call themselves the Righteous Gang, also known as the Hanhai All-willed Self-help Association, and the leader is Shen Tian."

Gao Ming had heard of the name Shen Tian. In a certain future, Xia Yang became the real behind-the-scenes ruler of the ghost story players only after killing Shen Tian and Gao Ming.

Everyone handed the lists in their hands to Gao Ming, and he also had an understanding of the current situation of the ghost story players.

In just a few days, the number of ghost story players increased several times. When the old rules were broken, everyone was trying to save themselves.

After collecting the list and the information of the top players, Gao Ming planned to obtain the will energy of these top players before the Investigation Bureau's large-scale screening began, in order to help the flesh and blood ghosts become dream ghosts like Yan Xizhi.

(End of this chapter)