Ghost Story Game Designer

Chapter 387 Xia Yang is a lucky man

Before He Jing entered into this unusual incident, the God Jingtuo repeatedly warned him to kill Gao Ming and Wanjie. Now that the target is right in front of him, he has no intention of taking action at all.

"You have no other choice. Either you cooperate with me to trap the old lady, or I will hold you back and wait for the old lady to come." The painter Gao Ming said the most shameless words in the gentlest tone.

"What do I need to do?"

"Go downstairs first." Painter Gao Ming led He Jing into a corridor that few people knew about. "The old lady will be attracted to the clay sculptures. I have set up a trap in the second elevator on the fourth floor. When the time comes, we will use the clay sculptures to trick the old lady in. As long as we hold out until the elevator door closes, she will be trapped inside for a while."

"What's the point of sealing her off for a while? When she comes out, won't she still hunt me down?" He Jing didn't believe in the painter Gao Ming at all. He just had no other choice now.

"The statues of gods and spirits contain most of the beliefs of the 'past' and can break the rules of the building. I went to the first floor to study the three doors there. Using clay sculptures, I might be able to break the shackles of the 'gods of the past', break through the illusions, and escape outside the apartment." The painter Gao Ming's words moved He Jing: "I don't need clay sculptures, I just need you to take me with you when you leave."

The painter Gao Ming spoke very sincerely. There was no trace of darkness on his sunny and gentle face. He seemed to be innocent and without any scheming.

During the discussion, they unknowingly ran to the fourth floor. In order to reassure He Jing, the painter Gao Ming accompanied him and stood in front of the elevator.

"Don't be nervous. Wait until grandma rushes over before opening the elevator door. Make sure she's close."

"Will you push me in with you then?" He Jing stared at the painter Gao Ming suspiciously. He really had no choice but to do so, otherwise he would never cooperate with such a dangerous person.

"Then you can also give me the clay sculpture and let me use it as bait." The painter Gao Ming said indifferently.

With a cold snort, He Jing quietly began to use the power of the ghost pattern. The only person she could absolutely trust at any time was herself.

Grandma's footsteps were heard in the dilapidated corridor, her bloody clothes were dragging on the ground, and her body looked even more horrible. Her eyes almost completely bulged out of their sockets, her face was covered with large patches of corpse spots, and there were blood stains on her jagged teeth.

As time went by, the grandma in red became more and more creepy.

All the voice-controlled lights in the corridor went out. Grandma stared at He Jing and painter Gao Ming, and crawled towards them in the darkness, crying.

"Fuck! She's coming!" The oppressive feeling of the grandma in red was stronger than any ghost He Jing had ever seen before. Without waiting for the painter Gao Ming's consent, he frantically pressed the elevator door open button.

The mottled and old elevator door slowly opened, and a strong smell of blood wafted out. He Jing subconsciously turned her head to take a look. The elevator car parked on the fourth floor was even more terrifying than a murderer's lair.

Corpses were piled on the shoddy floor, their bodies tangled together, smiling, with strange patterns painted on their faces.

Their blood was not wasted, as it was used to draw one evil ghost after another on the walls of the car.

"There's nothing we can do. We ran out of paint halfway through the painting. We can only rely on sacrifices." The painter Gao Ming's voice was still gentle and bright, but He Jing shuddered after hearing it. It had only been more than two hours since they entered the abnormal incident, and the guy in front of them had already killed everyone in the elevator. The reward offered by the Investigation Bureau for Gao Ming was still too low, it should be increased tenfold.

"Have you been killing people since you entered the building?" He Jing felt that she must have gone insane to cooperate with the painter Gao Ming.

"It doesn't take much time, actually. I kill people very quickly." The painter Gao Ming is very satisfied with his work: "When I was working, an evil ghost played a game with me. He said that it was hiding in a certain person and asked me to kill the person possessed by it in one night. In the end, I finished the game in just half an hour."

Grandma was only a few meters away from them, and the painter Gao Ming was still telling stories. It seemed that there was nothing in the world that he was afraid of.

After seeing the painter Gao Ming's performance like this, He Jing engraved the two words "Gao Ming" in her heart, and even left a psychological shadow.

"Give me the idol!"

The strong stench of decay from the grandma in red and the smell of blood in the elevator collided with each other. When the grandma's hand was about to touch He Jing's face, the trap in the car was activated by the painter Gao Ming.

The evil ghost in the painting stretched out its arms and formed a bloody cage with the corpses, grabbing the red-dressed grandmother. "Knock her in!"

He Jing narrowly avoided it. Seeing his grandmother being restrained, he was ready to run away, not caring about Gao Ming's life or death. However, the painter Gao Ming had expected it. He dug his nails into the flesh of He Jing's palm, and He Jing fell to the ground instantly.

"You can't run away." Spreading out his palm, the painter Gao Ming drew He Jing's two legs on his festering palm.

In desperation, He Jing and Gao Ming worked together to hit grandma's back and forcibly dragged her into the elevator.

"Close the door quickly!"

Grandma went on a killing spree in the car. The corpses were torn into pieces and blood splattered on the walls of the car. The evil spirit painted by the painter Gao Ming became even more powerful.

"Finally I can get rid of this damn thing." He Jing pressed the door closing button frantically, but he suddenly felt a chill on his back. The painter Gao Ming's hand on his shoulder seemed to be exerting force, as if he would push him into the elevator in the next moment.

A flash of lightning flashed through her mind. With a strong desire to survive, He Jing decisively waved the statue and stuffed it into the painter Gao Ming's arms: "This is for you!"

The continuous shocks made He Jing change his mind. He, the He, was able to survive so many abnormal events because of his keen intuition.

"Oh?"

The painter Gao Ming stretched out his hand to take the statue. Every painting on the clay sculpture echoed him. He did not stay on this floor and ran directly to the first floor.

He Jing, who was lying on the ground, felt his legs gradually recovering and he ran towards the first floor. He wanted to leave with the painter Gao Ming the moment the door opened.

Blood continued to seep out of the elevator car door, and grandma's screams could be heard clearly throughout the building.

The painter Gao Ming held the clay sculpture in his hand, and now no one could stop him.

Arriving on the first floor, the painter Gao Ming walked towards the room in the middle of the corridor. He pinched the clay sculpture's neck and looked at the wall.

In the past, the door was destroyed by an ordinary high-level being. Now the door has been opened, but it is pitch black outside. In the future, no one knows what happened inside the door, and a large number of blood vessels have emerged from the door.

"This group of people are really good at causing trouble. Even the 'God' is troubled by them, right?" Painter Gao Ming walked to the front of the door holding the statue of the god. Under the influence of the clay sculpture, the darkness outside the door was partially dispelled. For the first time, everyone in the building saw the real scene outside the building.

"Can we leave now?" Before He Jing, who was chasing after them, could get excited for long, there was a chaotic sound of footsteps coming from the safe passage, and a large group of high-level beings, led by ordinary high-level beings, rushed here.

"found it!"

"You brought the 'Statue of the Past'?!"

"You led grandma's body away by yourself, and you were able to shake her off and bring the statue to the first floor. You are so awesome!"

The high fortunes that came one after another made the gentle painter Gao Ming frown. It felt like he had just won five million and a group of poor relatives came to his door.

"Look! The statue has changed the scene outside the 'Present Door'! The statue is the key!"

"This high destiny is truly amazing!"

(End of this chapter)