Ghost Story Game Designer

Chapter 685 That Day, the Madmen Opened Their Eyes
As Gao Ming's voice rang out, flesh and blood spread wildly in the shadows. Not only the ghosts, but even the hospital itself was melting away, as if the entire ward was about to be stuffed into the torture chamber by flesh and blood ghosts.

Before the battle with the three unspeakable statues, the space inside the torture house was not very large. Later, after the flesh and blood ghosts occupied the main shrine of dreams, the torture house underwent a qualitative change.

This room, which had experienced countless horrors with Gao Ming, had long been intertwined with his fate, becoming a corner ignored by fate, an anchor hidden in the long river of time. It contained every piece of flesh and blood of the Flesh and Blood Immortal, and carried Gao Ming's memories of death over and over again. It was the "home" of the Flesh and Blood Ghosts and countless dead souls.

The largest ward in the old city was shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye. Curses and ghosts turned into ghost patterns, imprinted on the torture instruments. Only big ghosts could maintain their shape.

A blood mist with the smell of meat enveloped the ward. A quarter of an hour later, the Lishan Hospital in the shadow world completely disappeared.

"The torture house has not yet reached its limit!"

Standing alone in the shadows, Gao Ming had the curse from the hospital wrapped around his arm.

The rolling torrent of destiny is surging forward, and the train to the new world has started!

……

Three days later, at the East District Investigation Bureau building.

Hundreds of investigators gathered in the building, in groups of ten, led by none other than Jingtuo Shen.

"I didn't expect that the General Administration would be willing to let you leave Hanhai." Gao Ming sat in the student union office.

"Are we ready to set off?" No one can resist the temptation of becoming a dream ghost. The God Jingtuo also desires power. Only dream ghosts are qualified to vote.

"Wait a minute, there are others."

Messy footsteps were heard, shadows covered the streets, blocking out the outside world. Ghosts in black robes walked out from every corner of the city. It was clearly daytime, but the light was blocked, and everywhere they passed seemed to be frozen in ice.

Jingtuo Shen took out a scarf and covered his mouth and nose, with a trace of disgust in his eyes: "Have you ghost story players and the ghosts in the ward cooperated for a long time?"

"We've never worked together before." Gao Ming stood up, and several student union members next to him immediately handed over the list.

Ghosts invaded, dark clouds gathered, and drizzle fell from the sky.

With red umbrellas held up, the ghost story players finally entered the block. They were dressed similarly to the ghosts in the ward, and they were willing to try anything to become stronger.

"Why are there so many ghost story players? How many times are they in the General Bureau of Investigation?" Jingtuo Shen was a little dissatisfied, but that was just dissatisfaction.

"I have mixed in some special beings among them, and they need to sneak into reality with us." Gao Ming could already see the evil eyes hidden under the black robe: "Every 'person' here has a reason for being chosen."

For most citizens, this day was nothing special, and few people realized that the fate of the vast sea was being quietly shaken by a force.

Raindrops fell on the concrete floor. The noisy sound drowned out people's conversations. The air was filled with mist. Figures stood in the rain, looking in the same direction.

"Gao Ming, everyone is here." The president of the student union walked out of the crowd and took out a roster filled with red lines.

There were no mobilization slogans or words to boost morale. Gao Ming just glanced at the gloomy sky above his head, then called upon the flesh and blood ghosts, tore open his chest, and opened the door of the torture chamber.

Countless torture instruments branded with ghost patterns collided with each other, and the flesh and blood furnace emitted soul flames several meters high. What appeared before everyone was a city of despair that was comparable to the size of the Investigation Bureau's Hope New City.

"What are you waiting for?"

The ghost story players and the ghosts in black robes were the first to enter the torture room, followed by the student union members and other self-help organizations in Hanhai. The block was cleared, and finally the God of Pure Land waved his arms. Hundreds of investigators walked between the torture instruments with serious expressions. Everyone gave their lives to Gao Ming and gambled their future.

A number of modified cars with the Xinhu Investigation Bureau logo were parked in front of the East District Investigation Bureau. A team leader held the steering wheel and looked into the building.

The door of the torture chamber slowly closed, and Gao Ming moved with difficulty and walked to the car.

"Wanjie, have all the people who followed you from Yongsheng Pharmaceutical to Xinhu arrived?"

"My men total 427 people, 57 of them are here." Wan Jie sat in the back seat and closed his eyes tightly: "It's my incompetence that has harmed everyone."

"A body without a soul may be possessed by ghosts. I hope you can understand."

"Don't worry. If they are still alive, they will be very happy that their bodies can still play a role in protecting Xinhu. That's why they followed me into the vast sea."

"I will help them get revenge." Sitting next to Wanjie, Gao Ming closed the car door.

"set off!"

The convoy drove towards the western part of the vast sea, and Gao Ming and the investigators from Xinhu returned to the main shrine of Meng.

"The way back is connected. Zhang Ding is guarding there alone. I am a little worried about him, so I won't stay in Hanhai for long this time." Gao Ming looked at the team leader who was still lighting a cigarette. As powerful as he was, he couldn't light it after several attempts: "Are you nervous?"

"I'm not nervous. I'm just a little excited at the thought of being able to tear the heads off the top executives of Yongsheng Pharmaceuticals."

"There will be a chance."

Gao Ming glanced at everyone present, memorized their appearance, and walked towards the main shrine of Dreams.

"When we come back, it will be time to rebuild the Vast Sea Blood City. The Dream Ghost will break the restrictions of the rules and possess unspeakable power. The Vast Sea will once again become the nightmare of those guys."

The door of the shrine was opened, and one by one the new Shanghai investigators touched their own blood rings, activated the forced return procedure, and were sent into the shrine one by one by Gao Ming.

The number of people around kept decreasing until only Gao Ming was left.

"If I swallow this shrine, I might be noticed by the terrifying existence that oversees the vast sea. For the sake of my final plan, I'd better be patient."

Gazing at the gloomy sky and looking at the rain that seemed like it would never stop, Gao Ming entered the shrine passage without any hesitation.

As his consciousness slipped between illusion and reality, the flesh-and-blood ghost sensed the location of another main shrine, like a person sinking in the deep sea, a clear spot of light appeared in his field of vision, and he swam towards it with all his might until he grabbed it tightly.

"Oh!"

The door of the shrine was pushed open, and the smell of nutrient solution rushed into Gao Ming's nose. What caught his eyes were the lit indicator lights and Zhang Ding's weathered and handsome face.

"You're back so soon?" Zhang Ding, who was guarding the main shrine, was very curious: "What's the situation over in Hanhai? Have you seen my little bastard and the neighbors?"

"They came back with me." As soon as Gao Ming finished speaking, the "living dead" floating in the giant nutrient warehouse responded. As the indicator lights flashed wildly, some of them slowly opened their eyes.

(End of this chapter)