Ghost Story Game Designer

Chapter 460 Beyond the Vast Ocean!

With his palms full of broken glass, Gao Ming crawled out of the fire. He didn't need to be called, the Blood and Flesh Immortal had reassembled its body beside him, grabbed him and ran towards the exit.

At this time Gao Ming discovered something strange. The spider monster with a child's head seemed to be deliberately letting him go. Just now, he was fully capable of stopping the flesh and blood ghost. As long as he could delay for half a second longer, Gao Ming would be crushed to death by the unspeakable ruthlessness.

The fog around Gao Ming was almost back to normal. The eye hidden in the fog first glanced at the spider monster, then another eyeball emerged, followed by a mouth covered with scars.

This is the only Unspeakable who revealed part of his true identity. He moved his lips slightly and said a word in the direction of Gao Ming - Seal.

Nothing in the world has changed, only the flesh-and-blood ghost screamed, its eyes filled with hatred and anger, its body was shrinking, its power began to weaken, and its connection with Gao Ming also faded.

All the ghosts, living people and residual gods living in the vast ocean seem to be imprisoned in some way, and only outsiders have a chance to truly leave.

The main target of that eyeball was the Blood and Flesh Immortal. It seemed that the two had a blood feud before they died in the Shadow World, and Gao Ming was only affected in the second place.

The pace slowed down, and the flesh-and-blood ghost seemed to know that he could not leave with Gao Ming. He concentrated all his strength on the arm that was holding Gao Ming, forming a thick blood cocoon on Gao Ming's body surface. Then he made a desperate move, carrying Gao Ming's countless deaths and his own memories, burning the divine fire, and threw Gao Ming towards the tunnel exit.

Life, soul, memory, faith, everything Gao Ming had seemed to be forcibly sealed. Hidden in the blood cocoon, he looked back in the increasingly thin mist.

Everything was fading away, the students, the evil spirits in the East District, and the unspeakable things hiding in the black fog.

The body wrapped in the blood cocoon fell to the ground. A faint light shone on it through the fog. The tunnel exit was just a few steps away, but these few steps seemed like an insurmountable chasm.

There is a reason why the murderer stopped Gao Ming. If he couldn't even kill the murderer, he would definitely not be able to get out. Only by becoming stronger than his strongest self can he go further.

The car accident and collision almost broke Gao Ming's body apart even though it was protected by the blood cocoon, and his eyes were bloodshot.

What is more despairing than having no hope is that hope is right in front of you, but everything seems to have been predetermined.

"If I die this time, will I still be able to open my eyes on the night train during the Ghost Festival?"

Gao Ming had no answer in his mind. He grabbed the rubble on the ground and tried to crawl forward. Unspeakable auras of horror appeared behind him, dismembering the bodies of the flesh and blood ghosts. When he was about to approach the next step, a blood-red chain suddenly stretched out from outside the tunnel and wrapped around Gao Ming's arm.

The chains were very similar to the chains in the Gaoming torture chamber, but they were fundamentally different. The chains were a glaring red, with charges written all over them, soaked in sin, and entangled in karma.

An ugly scar like a birthmark was left where Gao Ming's skin touched the chain, and then his body was dragged and the chain pulled him out of the tunnel.

The fog turned back to its normal color. The moment Gao Ming left the tunnel, he used his last bit of strength to stimulate his eyes. His eyes, which contained the power of the past and the future, saw the truth.

The night was divided into two, with the Hate Mountain as the boundary. One side was the normal world, and the other side was where the vast ocean was.

However, Gao Ming could not see any city buildings. The so-called vast sea was just an endless tomb shrouded in death!

All the memories of the citizens of Hanhai, including their lives, are all false. They are just souls trapped in the grave, and occasionally a few people will accidentally enter it.

"Lu Zang is right, humans and ghosts are upside down, no wonder there are so many black and white portraits in the vast sea, they were already dead, they died a long time ago!" The unspeakable word of seal merged into Gao Ming's body. After his flesh, blood and ghosts were sealed, he was powerless to struggle.

All Gao Ming could do was to hide all his memories in the torture chamber first, and finally remember those unspeakable figures in the tunnel firmly.

"The eyeball in the black fog, the unknown monster that turned the East District ghost into a flower petal, the spider with a bloody door stuck on its body, and the tombstone that appeared at the end, the four of them seem to belong to different forces. After I recover, I will find a chance to 'visit' them one by one."

With his body being dragged by chains, Gao Ming could not be said to have successfully escaped from the "cage" of fate, because his memories of and things he had gained in the vast sea were taken away by the seal, and his soul was not yet completely free.

Even a will comparable to that of a god could not resist the seal. Gao Ming used his broken will to wrap up his last memory and hid himself in the torture chamber, where he fell into a coma.

Faintly, Gao Ming felt a fierce fight breaking out around him. His body was covered in sin and blood. The person who helped him had to abandon him and focus on the battle.

As for what the final result would be, Gao Ming didn't know. He seemed to vaguely hear the words "Thirteenth", "destiny", "Fortune Treasure", "ghost in the grave", and "restore everything". He couldn't fully figure out the meaning behind these words, but one thing was certain, he came to the real reality outside the vast ocean.

……

My whole body was in pain, as if I had had a long nightmare. I didn't know whether it was a few hours, days, or months.

Gao Ming woke up in a daze. With his eyes squinted, he saw the white ceiling and smelled the scent of disinfectant. It seemed like he was in a hospital.

The treatment equipment made a sound, someone came running in the corridor, the door of the ward was opened, and a sound came into Gao Ming's ears.

"He's awake! He's awake!"

"It's a miracle! He was able to wake up after being unconscious for such a long time! Go call a doctor!"

The noisy sound waves flooded into his brain, and the unbearable pain made Gao Ming lose consciousness again.

The clock on the wall kept ticking, as if drops of water were dripping down.

The darkness faded away, the sun shone on his face, and Gao Ming felt his body being moved. He opened his eyes dazedly, and this time he was sure that he was lying on a hospital bed. He was the only one in the huge ward.

"Teacher Gao, you finally woke up. You scared me last night. I really thought it was just a last gasp." The female nurse was very young, and from the tone of her voice, it could be heard that she respected Gao Ming very much.

"Teacher Gao?" As far as Gao Ming could remember, no one seemed to have ever called him that.

He tried hard to recall, but his mind was blank and he couldn't remember many crucial memories.

"You just woke up, don't be anxious, don't force yourself to think."

(End of this chapter)