Ghost Story Game Designer

Chapter 537 Three Gods
"Caused a reaction from the wardrobe?"

Brother Chong raised his eyebrows slightly and didn't say much. He knew that the sacrifices needed by the Death Tower could occasionally be found in the middle-level dreams, which only meant that Gao Ming had good luck.

"The next step is to stimulate the wardrobe with my own blood." Gao Ming was unwilling to use Brother Chong's knife and bit his wrist: "Will I bleed in my dreams?"

"This is not a dream." Brother Chong was about to explain to Gao Ming when he suddenly realized something - the wardrobe had already reacted before Gao Ming used blood to stimulate it!
The wound at the corner of his eye split open, and Brother Chong took a closer look. He discovered that it was not the wardrobe that consumed the negative emotions on the sacrifice, but the sacrifice that Gao Ming had just placed in the wardrobe.

Brother Chong wanted to stop him, but Gao Ming had already bitten his wrist. He seemed to be born without the sense of pain and let the blood flow in his palm. Then he held his own blood and pressed it on the pattern of the wardrobe.

"Boom! Boom!"

All players on this floor heard a dull heartbeat, a heartbeat that sounded like a war drum, with some special melody that affected everyone unconsciously.

Stopping what they were doing, everyone looked towards the center of the hall.

Gao Ming's blood itself seemed to be some kind of very high-level sacrifice. The vitality surging in the blood was extremely aggressive. It was not merging with the patterns on the wardrobe, but forcing those butterfly patterns to alienate!

“Who left the pattern on the cabinet?”

"An evil ghost born in the deep world. It once had countless believers and is a false god who is about to die." Brother Chong spoke quickly, and a strangely shaped sharp knife appeared in his hand.

"The pattern is from the evil god? Is my blood consuming the evil god's legacy?"

Fine bloodstains appeared on his skin. This time Gao Ming felt it extremely clearly. It was a blood city engraved on his body. In the center of the blood city tattoo there was a room that could not be opened for the time being. It was filled with various torture instruments and Gao Ming's secrets.

"In the city fragment of the Perfect Life Taboo Game, it seems that it is easier for me to break free from the restraints on my body. The suppression of me here has been significantly weakened."

The blood on the palm of his hand seeped into the wardrobe. Instead of being absorbed by the wardrobe, new patterns appeared on it. This seemed to prove that the thing hidden in Gao Ming was of a higher status than the butterfly pattern on the dead building!

On one side of the knife marks and the butterfly pattern, blood outlined a strange ghost image, with four faces and eight arms, and a fierce and evil look. It squeezed in between the divine patterns left by the two gods, breathing greedily.

Just when the virtual image of the ghost appeared completely on the wardrobe, Gao Ming's heart beat heavily, as if his heart was hit by some force, and a name inexplicably appeared in Gao Ming's mind.

"Blood and flesh fairy!"

The aroma of meat filled the air, and the offerings around the closet shattered and exploded. It seemed as if a huge monster was locked in the closet, and it was about to crawl out of the closet and kill everyone!

The change in the center of the hall attracted the attention of all the players. Brother Chong's expression also changed. He regretted letting Gao Ming go and try it.

"You want to come out?" A strong response came from the closet. Gao Ming no longer hesitated. He grabbed the closet door with his bloody hands. The flesh and blood ghost image on the door panel also made the same movement as him. They both exerted force at the same time and opened the closet door completely.

The dense roots are like the blood vessels of the god of death, the closet seems to contain a demon that escaped from hell, and Gao Ming is the one who opened Pandora's box.

Disaster and malice poured out of the closet along with a strong smell of meat. The roots of plants grew in all directions. They took root in the cracks between the wall tiles and crawled towards the players who were full of death. They even wanted to absorb the black mist floating outside the window.

There were dense footsteps, flickering flames, and the elevator indicator lights flashed wildly. The players in the building seemed to think that Yongsheng Pharmaceuticals had discovered this place.

Brother Chong was sweating profusely. He hadn't been so panicked for a long time. The surrounding merchants and players also gathered here, with surprise and surprise on their numb faces. However, when they faced the unknown danger, no one chose to leave. They all took out their weapons, bared their "fangs", and prepared to fight to the death.

These vicious people are much more brutal than the brain game testers of Yongsheng Pharmaceutical.

The blood-stained palm opened the cabinet door. Gao Ming's hand, the hand of the flesh and blood ghost shadow on the cabinet door, and the roots grown from the flesh and blood seeds touched each other. The three intersected, and the memory engraved deep in the flesh and blood broke free from the restraints.

Gao Ming seemed to see the scenes of his own death again and again. This body was the hope pieced together by countless deaths. It was the light that came through the cracks in fate after repeated struggles.

With every beat of the heart, the fusion between the three would deepen. Gao Ming felt as if there were countless ghosts hidden in his body. Some of those ghosts were his dead self, and others were the souls from nightmares!
In the forbidden game of perfect life, he was not suppressed by reality, so he felt it very clearly. He seemed to have put countless ghosts in the deep world into his chest, and used himself as a carrier to bring them all into reality!
Gao Ming wanted to hold the hand of the flesh and blood ghost on the wardrobe, but it was just an illusion after all. At this time, Gao Ming had a strong premonition in his heart that when he could really hold the hand of the flesh and blood ghost, everything would return to normal.

Listening to the wailing of the ghosts in his chest, they were eager to get out of Gao Ming's heart. Feeling everything carefully, Gao Ming slowly calmed down.

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He woke up from a nightmare, his heart filled with ghosts and gods. Perhaps when he regained his lost memories, those ghosts would crawl out of his heart and tear apart the peaceful reality.

Is this really right? The truth is revealed to the public, and the price is that a disaster sweeps across Xinhu, and the nightmare becomes a reality? Gao Ming will also lose his current life, his warm home, Liu Yi, and all the gifts of fate.

The wildly growing flesh and blood roots occupied one-third of the floor. As it crawled towards the elevator and tried to spread to other floors, the ordinary knife marks on the wardrobe suddenly lit up, as if as a warning.

The knife mark was very faint, and it didn't even damage the wardrobe itself, but only shattered the butterfly pattern on the surface. However, such a shallow knife mark made the flesh and blood roots become much more rational.

It did not destroy the structure of the dead building, nor did it harm the players, but chose to coexist with the wardrobe.

The plants and roots drilled into the cracks in the wall, and the black fog outside the window was forced back a distance. The area covered by the dead building was obviously expanded. The most important thing was that all players could see that the roots extending into the black fog were constantly absorbing something from the black fog, constantly helping the dead building to repair the cracks on the wall.

Brother Chong put down the sharp knife hidden in his hand. He glanced at Gao Ming secretly. Gao Ming, with blood on his hands, was still standing in front of the wardrobe, with his head lowered, not saying a word.

(End of this chapter)