Strange game designer

The Shadow World has written scripts for every monster born in the shadows. The meaning of their existence is to help the shadows invade reality. If they have other ideas during this period and do not grow according to their original trajectory, then the Shadow World will think Try to drag them back into the shadows.

Xuan Wen is very similar to Gao Ming, they have been fighting each other since the moment they opened their eyes.

She didn't want to live like this forever, she felt she could change.

The marginal female supporting role with the least sense of existence, an unpopular supporting role. She doesn't have the most beautiful appearance, and her personality is not good, but I don't know if it's because of the influence of Gao Ming, or if it's just the way she is in her heart. She chose a dangerous and crazy path. She took away the power and destiny of the eight heroines, and thus left eight wounds that can never be healed.

Xuan Wen has no ability to stop the will of the Flesh Immortal Lord and the evil spirit transformed by Situ An. She wants to buy enough time for her high life, so she can only rely on the power of the shadow world.

While returning to the shadows, try to drag Situ An and the Flesh Fairy into it.

"Integrating the hearts of gods requires a process. Even if I get the heart, you can't hold them for me. So the best option is that I will hold them while you fuse the heart." Xuan Wen was very happy. Reasonable, she is not affected by various emotions, and everything she does is to leverage fate and have a better ending.

Shadows shrouded the ground like night, and Xuan Wen's body seemed to turn into a wound in the middle of the two worlds. Broken human faces poured out from the shadow world, wrapping Situ An and the statues in them.

At the same time, Gao Ming also touched the heart of the god. The memory of Gao Ming emerged on the transparent heart. His past gave the heart color.

The black nights were full of red blood, the blue sky was torn, the gray city was upside down, and there was a beam of light from a car light in the distance. Gao Ming was in the car and outside the car.

The memory in the heart seems to be looking at Gao Ming, it blooms in the center of the eight arms.

Opening his eyes, at a certain moment, the beating frequency of the god's heart became consistent with the heart of flesh and blood in Gao Ming's chest.

Uncle Wu screamed, and the heart above the statue disappeared. Gao Ming's past experiences merged into his flesh and blood, and his will, spirit, and memory seeped into his blood.

Humans have two hearts. The flesh-and-blood heart is like a flame, providing strength to the whole body, allowing people to run and jump; the spiritual heart is like a lamp placed on a spiritual altar, guiding the direction.

The two hearts merged together, and the alienated heart and spiritual will were intertwined, forming an "atrium" that was independent of the two worlds.

The interior of this atrium is filled with pain and despair. Every sacrifice buried in the blood pool has become a part of the atrium, turned into chains and instruments of torture.

Si Xiang's eyes were fixed on Gao Ming, watching him fall from the highest point of the statue and fall into the pool of blood.

Hearts were beating, and Gao Ming felt that there was some connection between his alienated heart and the Surabaya apartment. Any place where blood flowed would become a part of him.

Congratulations, the meat-eating investigators, the residents in the building, Yan Hua's body, and the eight victims of the massacre merged into the statue. All the blood and blood created a new statue of ghosts and gods in Gao Ming's heart.

With Yan Hua's flesh and blood as the foundation, the eight arms stretch out, and the four phases come together!

The moment the new statue appeared, the clay statue of the Flesh Immortal in the Flesh Temple began to collapse, and the wound on Uncle Wu's chest worsened rapidly. He looked at Gaoming with complicated eyes. There was no resentment or pain, only an indescribable despair.

The shadows on the underground level were out of control, and Xuan Wen was at the center of the whirlpool. She gave up resisting the shadow world and took the initiative to accept all shadows. The only thing she did was to trap Situ An and let him dissipate into the shadows with her.

"Gaoming!" Situ An's face was ferocious. The heart he had prepared for twenty years and sacrificed with the blood of countless investigators was taken away by Gaoming.

There was more and more blood on his soul, and his obsession turned into overwhelming hatred, but in the end he still couldn't break free from the shadow.

"Everything is fate, and you can't control it at all? High fate! High fate!!!"

The roar echoed in the shadows, the blood gathered into Gao Ming's heart, and the shadows retreated into Xuan Wen's torn wounds.

But Gao Ming was still lying in the dry blood pool, and Xuan Wen and Situ An beside the statue disappeared together with the shadows.

Staring at the ceiling above his head, Gao Ming lost his left eye and endured the torture of the evil ghost for nineteen minutes. His whole body was covered with wounds, and his abdomen was penetrated by a killing talisman.

He was covered in black letters and his chest was rising and falling slightly.

"Is this a level four abnormal event? Is this a natural disaster? Or a man-made disaster?"

A pair of hands lifted Gao Ming up, and Wan Qiu carried Gao Ming out of the blood pool with his crying daughter.

The Surabaya apartment was almost completely slaughtered. Qingge, who was seriously injured, took advantage of the chaos to escape with the only two remaining investigators. There were not many alienated residents left in the apartment.

"I... want to stay here." Wan Qiu touched her daughter's head: "They don't have a mother anymore. I, I will take care of them."

With chapped lips, Gao Ming licked the blood from the corners of his lips: "Okay."

"The strange story is over, the shadow has subsided, and there will be no flesh and blood immortals in the two worlds from now on." Wan Qiu dragged Zhu Miaomiao to Gao Ming again: "She needs emergency treatment."

Zhu Miaomiao's situation was not optimistic. She used the killing charm twice, which consumed too much life.

The smell of meat in the Surabaya apartment gradually fades, the shadows retreat to the corners, and the temperature slowly rises. All this seems to herald the end of the tale of flesh-and-blood immortals and ghosts.

Covering the wound on his stomach, Gao Ming looked at Wan Qiu who was walking away. He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he couldn't.

He knew Wan Qiu's fate and wanted to help Wan Qiu, but it seemed that it was a good ending for Wan Qiu now.

It took a lot of effort for Gao Ming to get up from the ground. He was injured more seriously than imagined.

"There may be other injured people in the building, and there should still be investigators alive."

The shadow retreated back, and Gao Ming walked toward the ground. The steps he stepped on left dazzling bloody shoe prints.

Grasping the handrail, Gao Ming stepped onto the last step.

Walking alone in the dark corridor, the smell of meat was no longer in the air, the morning breeze blew through Gao Ming's blood-stained hair, and he came to the main entrance of Building A of the Surabaya Apartment.

Holding the door with both hands, Gao Ming pressed forward.

No one knows whether tomorrow will be hell or heaven.

The old door panel was pushed open, and a dim light shone through the crack of the door into the corridor.

The heavy rain that had been falling for several days finally stopped and the sky cleared up. Gao Ming walked out of the Surabaya apartment covered in blood.

He raised the black ring in his hand and stepped into the sunlight.

The boundless shadow was dispersed, and investigators from less than half the city were anxiously waiting outside. All of them saw Gao Ming.

"The shadow has receded! The abnormal incident has been solved!"

"Look, someone walked out of the apartment!"

The sun shone on the blood stains, and Gao Ming looked at the excited faces with his single eye. Those investigators did not care about life and death. If he died in the apartment, these people guarding outside would be the next batch of people to enter the apartment.

No one is afraid, and no one runs away. Even though they know they will die, they still explore the depths of the darkness.

The waiting crowd flocked to Gao Ming, and another group of investigators dispatched from the Lishan Investigation Bureau also saw him.

"Gao Ming? Gao Ming!"

"He is the acting leader of the investigation team of the Lishan Investigation Bureau. He has a high life!"

Black characters spread across his face. Gao Ming heard the cheers of the crowd, but the sounds seemed to drift away slowly. His eyes moved back to himself, and the fate character on his palm seemed to be telling him something.

His consciousness was blurring, and every beat of his heart would bring severe pain. Gao Ming clenched the life character in his hand and fell at the junction of shadow and sunshine.