Ghost Story Game Designer

Chapter 536 The Last Seed

Brother Chong spoke heavily about the word "evidence", as he was familiar with the stories of many "players" in the hall.

"Did you see the huge jar at the limb replacement and repair area?" Brother Chong pointed to an inconspicuous room at the edge of the hall. There was a broken leg hanging on the doorplate, and there were all kinds of bottles and jars in the room. "The jar contains a living player. Her name is Xia Bing. In real life, she is a forensic doctor. Later, her body was destroyed by the immortality drug, leaving only her brain and will, which were left here forever."

The liquid in the jar soaked the abnormally developing brain, and the black cloth covered everything.

"She used to be the most beautiful player on this floor, and her admirers lined up from the death floor to the real world. But now she doesn't even dare to get close to reflective glass, and hides in jars and black cloth all day long."

As his fingers moved, Brother Chong's voice became even deeper. "Next to the limb replacement and repair center is a tavern that only sells vegetarian dishes. The owner's previous game ID was Red Braised Pork. He was a physical strength player and was very famous in the forbidden game. Later, Yongsheng Pharmaceuticals found him and his family, captured him and took him to the laboratory, and subjected him to various inhumane experiments. When Huang Ying rescued him, his weight was only half of what it used to be. He no longer wanted to eat meat and would go crazy when he saw blood and flesh."

"On the other side of the tavern is the information exchange office. The person in charge's previous game ID was very interesting. It was called "Donate the Homeroom Teacher to the Disaster Area". When the disaster broke out, he was still a student who secretly played games. He was optimistic and cheerful, as if he would never be defeated. After so many years, he has become silent and old-fashioned, and has almost lost his smile."

As if he heard Brother Chong's voice, the person in charge of the information exchange office glanced over here. His eyes were dark and terrifying, like two black whirlpools.

"He is not very old, but he is the strongest player among the merchants. Many years ago, he awakened an extremely rare supernatural talent, ghost language, and is like a fish in water in nightmares. I may not be his opponent." Brother Chong greeted the person in charge and walked towards the center of the hall with Gao Ming. Their arrival also attracted the attention of those "players". Their cold eyes stayed on Gao Ming, as if they wanted to see through his mask and find out why Brother Chong cared so much about him.

"The players who stayed here look ugly and scary, with malicious eyes, but in fact, their hatred and dissatisfaction are only directed at Yongsheng Pharmaceutical. Once you gain their trust, you will find that everyone is actually very good. They left their last kindness and love here." Worried that Gao Ming might misunderstand, Brother Chong casually gave an example: "Just like Xia Bing, her body in reality was destroyed, and the Death Building became her home."

For players who still enter the death building, this forbidden game called Perfect Life is no longer just a game, but an integral part of their lives.

During the conversation with Brother Chong, Gao Ming gradually understood that the game blurred the boundaries of reality. The geniuses many years ago used this as a bridge to open up the way into another world. They built an unprecedented ideal world.

The rules are perfect, but the people who enforce the rules launch a rebellion after their predecessors leave.

The perfect world turned into isolated islands divided by black fog, and despair once again enveloped everything.

Stopping in their tracks, Brother Chong and Gao Ming stopped in front of a wardrobe with badly peeling paint.

"What is this?" Gao Ming looked at the strange furniture in front of him. The wardrobe stood in the middle of the hall, with all kinds of offerings piled around it. Each item carried a strong yin energy and a lot of negative emotions.

"As you can see, this is a wardrobe, and it is also the core of the dead building." Brother Chong stroked the butterfly pattern on the wardrobe. The exquisite pattern was intoxicating and dreamy. Looking at it for a long time seemed to suck away the soul. At the intersection of all the patterns, there were knife marks, as if someone had pierced the butterfly with a knife and chopped it into pieces.

"Once the door of the closet is opened, you can enter a deeper nightmare. The method to open it is also very simple." Brother Chong picked up the moldy offering beside him and said, "Just sacrifice the items you brought out of the nightmare."

"If I bring an item out of a nightmare and sacrifice it to the wardrobe, can it send me back to that nightmare?" Gao Ming still has a flesh and blood seed on his body. If the wardrobe has this ability, he is willing to take a gamble and sacrifice the flesh and blood seed to see if he can return to the nightmare he had experienced before.

You don't need to stay too long, even if you just want to take a look.

"It's possible." After Brother Chong finished speaking, he found that Gao Ming's eyes lit up, even though he looked half-dead just now.

"Sacrificing items has other benefits, such as helping the Death Tower better resist the invasion of black fog, making it more stable, and allowing you to gain some of the authority of the Death Tower. If your authority exceeds Huang Ying, you will know all the information he left in the Death Tower." Brother Chong felt that Gao Ming had great potential, so he took great pains to tell him this: "In short, the Death Tower will never let you suffer any loss."

"Can I go and offer the sacrifice now?" Gao Ming was really tempted. He wanted to see his nightmare so much and regain his lost memories. In addition, he could also feel that the flesh and blood seed in his pocket was constantly urging him, as if it wanted Gao Ming to throw it into the closet.

"I know you have participated in the brain game test of Yongsheng Pharmaceutical. They divide nightmares into three levels: shallow, medium and deep. Shallow nightmares are illusions. Very few things can be brought out of medium nightmares, but for the Death Building, the resentment and negative emotions carried by those things are like a joke. Only in deep nightmares can you perhaps find the sacrifices needed by the Death Building, but as far as I know, you should not have participated in the deep nightmare test yet." Brother Chong was deeply impressed by Gao Ming's information.

"Just tell me how to perform the sacrifice?" Gao Ming stared at the wardrobe, a rare expression of anticipation appearing in his eyes.

"Open the wardrobe, put the item you want to sacrifice in it, and then stimulate it with your own blood." Brother Chong handed Gao Ming a small knife. The "players" and merchants hiding in black robes around were not interested in what was happening here. There was just a little more irritation on their numb faces. They felt that Gao Ming had wasted too much time in front of the wardrobe, affecting their entry into a deeper nightmare.

“The steps are quite simple.”

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Under Brother Chong's helpless gaze, Gao Ming opened the door. The inside of the closet was covered with all kinds of cruel and terrifying scenes, as if a child had been locked up here and suffered all kinds of torture.

Take out the flesh and blood seed and put it in. At this time, neither the seed nor the wardrobe reacted.

The cabinet door was closed. The moment the wooden door closed, the negative emotions and yin energy remaining on the surrounding offerings began to rush towards the wardrobe at an accelerated speed. They entered through the gaps in the wardrobe, as if something was competing with the Death Building for the sacrifice.

(End of this chapter)