Ghost Story Game Designer

Chapter 675 Broken? Is it related to me?
"Wang Jie, why are you here?" Wang Chou didn't act like an uncle in front of Wang Jie at all, and the two of them didn't seem to be very familiar with each other.

"The old man wanted to build a bridge for my uncle, and he sent you here specially. He is really partial." Wang Jie walked through the roadblock with a knife in hand, and the blood on his body was about to splash on Wang Chou: "I respect that you are a few years older than me and call you uncle, but if you really think of yourself as my elder, it would be ridiculous."

"Say less, no one thinks you are mute." Wang Chou had just finished speaking when he saw a flash of a knife in front of his eyes. The next moment, he felt a piercing pain. His palm was pierced by Wang Jie's knife and nailed to the hood of the car.

"If you die in the ward tonight, will your uncle's family be sad?" It was a naked threat, and Wang Jie did not hide it at all. There was murderous intent in his eyes, as if he was really prepared to do it.

Beads of cold sweat dripped down his face. Wang Chou endured the pain and closed his mouth.

Seeing Wang Chou give in, Wang Jie drew his sword and turned to look at Gao Ming: "I'm sorry to have embarrassed you. My family's situation is quite complicated. Although they look like humans, they are more sinister and vicious than ghosts."

Through the conversation between the two, Gao Ming roughly understood that Grandpa Wang hoped that Wang Jie's uncle's family would take over his position. He deliberately sent Wang Jie away and let his uncle's people contact Gao Ming, the founder of the Dead Water Forum.

Gao Ming had no interest in the family infighting, but if he wanted to rebuild the Blood City, the forces in the southern part of the Vast Sea could not be ignored: "Your family affairs should be resolved by yourselves. I am here to find Guiyuan."

"That newly appeared dream ghost? No problem, I'm very familiar with it." Wang Jie wiped the blood off the knife: "Its appearance is at least one-third related to our Wang family."

Hearing Wang Jie say this, the team members who came with Wang Chou quickly distanced themselves from the matter and used various small actions to remind Wang Jie, but Wang Jie didn't care at all: "So many people died, so many resources were wasted, and in the end a disobedient monster was created. This is what the future helmsman of the Wang family did."

"Was Guiyuan created by your uncle?" Gao Ming was a little surprised. How many big ghosts could not break through the last step, but Uncle Wang Jie actually created a dream ghost.

"Brother was just going with the flow, and a lot of coincidences happened in the process." Wang Chou didn't care about his bleeding hands and started to explain. He was worried that Gao Ming would have some misunderstanding about the Wang family.

"Get in the car and follow me." Wang Jie ignored Wang Chou, and the other team members in gray uniforms did not dare to stop him: "I'll explain on the way."

Sitting in Wang Jie's black jeep, Gao Ming glanced at the back seat. The car was filled with various murder tools. However, compared with the blood-stained car body, each of those weapons was carefully cared for and maintained very well, just like the tableware collected by a restaurant chef.

"Your illness needs treatment."

"We've been classmates for ten years. Is that such an extreme first sentence when we meet?" Wang Jie's face was still clean and fair, and he was more handsome and elegant than before. His current temperament would surely charm many people. It was a pity that he didn't like living people and only enjoyed the process of life going out. "After the disaster, I saved at least eight hundred people, if not a thousand. Now all the ghost story players in South City call me the boss. They didn't follow me just because I was addicted to killing."

Driving with one hand, Wang Jie threw a box of cigarettes to Gao Ming: "My uncle's family is what the old man values ​​the most. My hypocritical brother became the director of the Beigang Investigation Bureau of the General Administration, my aunt is in charge of the Hanhai Transportation Company, and my uncle is the director of the Nancheng Investigation Branch. They control two-thirds of our family's resources."

"I'm not interested in your family affairs."

“So heartless?” Wang Jie was not annoyed, but instead had a carefree smile on his face, as if he could say all kinds of things without restraint when he was next to Gao Ming: "The old thing won't live long, and he has been making arrangements for his funeral. Originally, the brothers could get a share of the inheritance and connections, but uncle was too greedy. He occupied the resources of other brothers in the name of sacrificing the dream ghost. This would have been nothing, the key is... he really succeeded.” Wang Jie's veins bulged on his hands as he gripped the steering wheel. He admired power and violence very much, but now his uncle had created the dream ghost, which was an existence that the living could never resist.

"Although the Dream Ghost didn't listen to him, it was the result of his sacrifice that made it come out. This is an undeniable fact. The old man will definitely consider the impact of the Dream Ghost." Wang Jie reached into the bag on the backrest and handed a document to Gao Ming: "This is all the information about the Dream Ghost. I have been investigating it, looking for its weaknesses and seeking opportunities to hunt it down."

"A living person wants to hunt down a dream ghost?" Gao Ming can be very sure that Wang Jie has not been replaced by the shadow world, because the ghosts in the shadow world would not have such a crazy idea.

"Do you want to join forces? I heard from the old man that the vast sea can only give birth to seven dream ghosts at most. If we kill Guiyuan, maybe the next dream ghost will appear among the ghost story players." Wang Jie had an enthusiastic expression, but Gao Ming looked at him puzzled.

“Why seven?”

"I don't know either. The old man got the information from the Investigation Bureau through his own information channels. By the way, that information channel is also in the hands of my uncle now. It's hard not to be jealous." Wang Jie replied casually, but Gao Ming fell into deep thought.

The resources of the vast sea can only give birth to nine dream ghosts at most, but the Investigation Bureau told Mr. Wang that there were seven. Does that mean that there are two dream ghosts hidden inside the Investigation Bureau?

Gao Ming's pupils jumped when he opened the information given by Wang Jie and saw the first line of words - this abnormal phenomenon first appeared in the old city, and was composed of thousands of identical wishes. After analysis and restoration, the first wish of the strange wish, or its core wish, was "I hope that my father and mother can stay with me forever."

The first reaction of a normal person is that these may be countless children longing for love making wishes, and their fathers and mothers must be very busy, making them feel lonely.

Gao Ming didn't think about it at all. He felt that the sentence in the report was extremely familiar, and he couldn't help but read it out loud, which triggered the memory of countless deaths in the execution house.

Every time he was reborn from the tunnel, he would return to his home in Lijing Apartment, and his father and mother would always come to his house with a newly bought cake to celebrate his birthday.

Every time it was his eighteenth birthday, and every time it was a birthday cake. Gao Ming felt that the memories of his father and mother seemed to be forever stuck on this day.

Repeat again and again, blow out the candles again and again, make a wish again and again...

"I hope that Dad and Mom can stay with me forever? Isn't this the wish I made in the beginning?"

Because wishes would not come true if spoken out loud, Gao Ming would always repeat them out loud in front of his father and mother.

The huge wish power eventually turned into a certain abnormal phenomenon, but this was far from enough to become a dream ghost. Gao Ming patiently began to continue reading.

(End of this chapter)