Ghost Story Game Designer

Chapter 384 Infighting
"If you take one more step forward, I will destroy the clay sculpture and smash your god to pieces." Although trapped in a desperate situation, Wanjie's eyes were as calm as the sea, and no one could guess what he was thinking.

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

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

"Hand over the statue! Give it to me!" Grandma was in a state of madness. The red dress she wore was extremely bright, as if it was painted with the blood of a large amount of innocent people.

"Wanjie, stop struggling. All your ways to survive are blocked." Zhuo Jun was very smart. He was worried that Wanjie would counterattack before his death, so he surrounded her but did not attack, allowing the crazy grandmother to pass first.

If Gao Ming had not broken the door in the past, causing the incident in Xiangshengyong Apartment, there would be no problem with Zhuo Jun's deployment. But now he also feels that his strength is recovering, so he began to worry.

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

"Only if you die can your men live." Zhuo Jun said something very cruel: "We are the knives in the hands of the General Administration. Knives don't need thoughts. Your biggest mistake is that you do too little and think too much."

Wan Jie laughed in anger, pinching the clay sculpture's neck with one hand: "Do you think that by killing 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 waste time talking to Wan Jie and waved his arms: "Bai Xiao, He Jing, kill him!"

After giving the order, unfortunately no one moved. Zhuo Jun's eyes turned cold: "Have you forgotten what Jingtuo God said before? Move!"

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, usually did not listen to his orders, and had not yet fully 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 implanted in his body were also sent into Gao Ming's corpse.

"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, things turned around 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 feeling extremely upset. He had not met Gao Ming very often, but when he learned that Yuan Hui had killed Gao Ming, he felt that he had said goodbye to a friend with whom he had fought side by side for generations. This made him extremely depressed, and the malicious ghosts and gods that had merged with him were also affected.

Even though he was suppressed by the rules in the apartment building, malice still surged from his heart, entwined around the blade, bringing with it a bone-chilling coldness.

Zhuo Jun's pupils shrank as he watched all this from a distance. He didn't expect that the real White Owl would be so terrifying. He really underestimated him before.

"You can still exert such power even though you are restricted by God?" Yuan Hui was surprised and looked at another security guard: "He Jing, don't hold back any more. Bai Xiao has already tried his best."

"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 Wanjie's expression became solemn, but after a moment, a hint of doubt appeared in his eyes, as Bai Xiao's malice did not seem to be directed at him.

"It seems that fate has already arranged a way out for me." Wanjie's pupils turned completely black, and his eyes were like the deep starry sky. He saw the changes in people's hearts and the thread of fate. After scanning several East District security team leaders, Wanjie did not sit still and wait for death, but took decisive action.

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

Possessing the statue of God allows one to ignore some of the rules in the building and master the secrets of God, which is the most important thing in Xiangshengyong Apartment.

He Jing received this "big gift" before he could do anything. He was stunned for a moment, waiting for his grandmother's hatred to shift to him, then 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 easily kill him.

"I'm going to lure away the old corpse in red. 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. 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 towards him.

"Doesn't Wanjie have a grudge against Baixiao?" Zhuo Jun couldn't understand 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.

He swung the knife forward, and the blade brushed against Wanjie's eyelashes and hit the wall. Zhuo Jun had never expected that Wanjie, who was middle-aged, would be so agile.

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

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

The force was strong, but Zhuo Jun could bear it completely. However, when he wanted to swing the knife again, his heart suddenly felt a sharp 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?"

His hands and feet were numb, black blood was flowing, and Zhuo Jun's movements became slow. However, Wanjie seemed determined to kill him and attacked him again!
"Oh no!" Although Yuan Hui was dissatisfied with Zhuo Jun, he also knew that he was no match for Wan Jie alone, so he immediately called on others to join him.

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

"Jingtuo Shen's goal was to kill Wanjie and Gaoming. Now that 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, it is entirely possible that they died in the fight with Wanjie."

(End of this chapter)