Strange game designer

"Call a wardrobe reaction?"

Brother Chong raised his eyebrows slightly, but didn't say much. He knew that the sacrifices needed by the dead building could occasionally be found in the middle-level dream, which only meant that Gao Ming was very lucky.

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

"This is not a dream." Brother Chong was about to explain to Gao Ming when he suddenly realized something - before Gao Ming was stimulated with blood, the wardrobe had already reacted!

The wound at the corner of his eye opened, and Brother Chong took a closer look. He found that it was not the wardrobe that swallowed the negative emotions on the sacrifice, but the sacrifice that Gao Ming had just put in the wardrobe.

Brother Chong had the intention to stop it, but Gao Ming had already bitten his wrist. As if he was born with no sense of pain, he let the blood flow in his palm, then held his own blood and pressed it on the pattern of the wardrobe.

"Boom! Boom!"

All the players on this level heard the dull heartbeat. The heartbeat was like a war drum, with a special melody, affecting everyone unconsciously.

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

Gao Ming's blood itself seems to be some kind of very high-level sacrifice. The vitality rushing in the blood is extremely aggressive. It is 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 very quickly, and a strange-looking sharp knife appeared in his hand.

"Does the pattern belong to the evil god? My blood is devouring the evil god's legacy?"

Fine blood marks emerged on his skin. This time Gaoming felt extremely clearly that it was a blood city engraved on his body, and in the center of the blood city tattoo there was a room that could not be opened temporarily, which was filled with various kinds of things. A torture device and the secret of a high life.

"In the urban fragments of the Forbidden Game of Perfect Life, it seems easier for me to open up my restraints. The suppression on me here has obviously weakened."

The blood from the palm of my hand seeped into the wardrobe. Instead of being absorbed by the wardrobe, new lines appeared on the wardrobe. This seems to prove that the things hidden in Gao Ming's body are higher than the butterfly pattern of the dead building!

On the side of the knife marks and butterfly patterns, the blood outlines a strange virtual image of ghosts and gods, with eight arms and evil spirits. It was squeezed between the divine patterns left by the two gods, breathing greedily.

That is, when the virtual images of ghosts and gods fully emerged on the wardrobe, Gao Ming's heart jumped heavily, as if his heart was hit hard by some force, and a name appeared in Gao Ming's mind inexplicably.

"Flesh Fairy!"

The aroma of meat overflowed, and the sacrifices around the closet shattered and exploded. It seemed like there was a huge creature locked in the closet. It was going 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 Zhong's expression also changed. He regretted letting Gao Ming try it.

"You want to come out?"

A strong response came from the closet. Gao Ming no longer hesitated. His bloody hands grasped the closet door tightly. The flesh-and-blood ghosts and gods on the door panel also made the same movement as him. They both used force at the same time to pull the closet door open. Fully open.

The densely packed rhizomes are like the blood vessels of the God of Death, and 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 the strong smell of meat. Plant roots grew in all directions. They took root in the cracks of the wall bricks and crawled towards the players who were full of death. Even the black mist floating outside the window. They all want to absorb it.

The sound of dense footsteps sounded, the firelight flickered, and the elevator lights flashed wildly. The players in the building seemed to think that Yongsheng Pharmaceutical had discovered this place.

Brother Chong was covered in cold sweat. He had not been so panicked for a long time. The surrounding merchants and players all gathered here, with surprise and surprise on their numb faces. However, when they faced unknown dangers, no one chose to leave. They all took out their weapons, exposed their "fangs", and prepared to fight to the death.

These vicious men are much more cruel than the brain game testers of Yongsheng Pharmaceutical.

The blood-stained palm opened the cabinet door. Gao Ming's hand touched the hand of the flesh and blood ghost on the cabinet door, as well as the roots growing from the flesh and blood seeds. The three of them met, and the memory engraved deep in the flesh and blood broke free. out of bondage.

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

Every time his heart beats, the fusion between the three will deepen. Gao Ming feels as if there are countless ghosts hidden in his body. Some of those ghosts are his dead self, and others are the souls of the nightmares!

In the Perfect Life Taboo Game, he was not suppressed by reality, so he felt it very clearly. He seemed to have carried countless ghosts in the deep world into his chest, and used himself as the 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 a shadow after all. At this time, Gao Ming had a strong premonition in his heart that when he could truly hold the hand of the flesh and blood ghost, everything would return.

Listening to the wails of the ghosts in the chest, they couldn't wait to get out of Gao Ming's heart and feel everything carefully, but Gao Ming slowly calmed down.

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

Is this really right? Will the truth be made public at the cost of a catastrophe sweeping across New Shanghai and the nightmare becoming a reality? Gao Ming will also lose the life he has now, his warm home, Liu Yi, and all the gifts of fate.

The wildly growing flesh-and-blood rhizomes occupied one-third of the floor. When it crawled towards the elevator and wanted to spread to other floors, the ordinary knife marks on the wardrobe suddenly lit up, which seemed to be a warning.

The knife mark was very light, and it didn't even damage the wardrobe itself. It just chopped the butterfly pattern on the surface. But just such a shallow knife mark made the flesh and blood root become a lot more rational.

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

The plants and roots penetrated into the cracks in the wall. The black fog outside the window was forced back some distance. The area of ​​​​the dead building was significantly expanded. The most important thing is that all players can see the roots that extend into the black fog. Xu must constantly absorb something from the black mist and constantly help the dead building 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, whose hands were stained with blood, was still standing in front of the closet, his head lowered and silent.