Strange game designer

Chapter 289 Thirteen Survivors

The great lake where the shadows gathered stirred up violent waves, and the smiling statues buried deep in the depths of despair turned around, and their eyes with blood and tears all looked at the flesh and blood immortal.

The Flesh Immortal, whose core is flesh and blood, escaped the siege of fate through various incredible methods, resurrected in Gao Ming, and became the only living ghost and **** in the vast sea.

 Eight arms penetrated the black lake and caught the black-and-white portrait that was drawing something from the statue of the god.

A photo is thin but weighs as much as a thousand pounds. Blood vessels burst out from the eight arms of the Flesh Fairy. The four grimacing faces are filled with ecstasy and ferocity, and he screams and wants to pick up the photo.

The black lake surged, and all the shadows seemed to be pressing on the flesh and blood ghosts and gods. Those damaged statues looked at him with jealousy. He made the gods jealous!

"It's mine, whether in a dream or out of a dream, it's mine!"

 A familiar voice came from a certain corner of the torture room, and both Situ An and Gao Ming, who were bound, heard the voice.

 “Who is speaking? Is it congratulations? Or the flesh and blood fairy?”

 Colorful patterns on the walls of the torture chamber appeared on the skin of the flesh fairy, and countless torture instruments vibrated, like birds chirping in the morning phoenix.

Then there was the Jingtuo God that Gao Ming had met in the Eastern District Investigation Bureau. That enchanting-looking man seemed to have a very serious mysophobia. He stood in the bathhouse to wash his body, but there was no water at all in the bathhouse. There was no water in the shower or faucet. All that came out was blood. The more he cleaned himself, the thicker the blood stains accumulated on his body.

In the future that Gao Ming has experienced, Situ An has become the director of the General Bureau of Investigation and is the most powerful person in Hanhai; Xia Yang controls the players of Guitan and is Situ An's biggest enemy. The two sides fight without distinction.

Looking carefully, Gao Ming also found himself in the photo. The bus heading to the tunnel was filled with the bodies of students, and he was the only one in the class who was still alive.

 Somewhat strangely, judging from the size of the student, it was him who survived, but his face in the photo was blurry. He was the only one among the thirteen survivors whose face could not be clearly seen.

Gao Ming didn't think about controlling the city. He was more concerned about the title of survivor: "If everyone in the vast sea is living in a dream, are there only thirteen of us who can be considered awake?"

Gao Ming and Xuan Wen finally saw the pattern on the photo, with a **** city as the background, and there were thirteen survivors hidden in the entire city.

"If you kill twelve other people, will you become the master of the vast sea?" Xuan Wen suddenly said: "After all, there are only thirteen survivors in that photo."

Just from the performance of these two people, it can be roughly judged that the other eleven people are not fuel-efficient lamps.

Situ An, wearing the epaulette of the director of the General Bureau of Investigation, stands in front of his mother's grave. His body is the clearest, but it has completely turned into black and white, blending in with the city.

"Both Situ An and Xia Yang are dead, so they have merged with the Blood City and lost their color. The other eleven people are still alive?" Gao Ming did not expect to see himself in Situ An's last hidden photo: " This photo is set in the Blood City. The Blood City is the Hanhai after it was completely invaded by the Shadow World? Are the thirteen of us the thirteen parents chosen by the Shadow World?”

Xia Yang, who was holding a paintbrush and wearing a knitted sweater, was sitting in the classroom. He was drawing his own body lazily. What was special was that his body and Situ An were both black and white, but the self he drew had all kinds of characteristics. The color is incompatible with Blood City.

The Flesh Fairy went all out to turn over the black and white photos sunk at the bottom of the lake before more statues of gods awakened.

"If you think about it this way, the thirteen of you killing each other should be what Fate wants to see most. Is this also the script Fate has written for you?" Xuanwen and Gao Ming haven't discussed any results yet. Flesh ghosts and gods Already completely crazy.

 He was completely out of Gao Ming's control, and his actions were not affected by Gao Ming in any way. Like a villain who had been imprisoned for thousands of years, he suddenly found an exit to regain his freedom.

Without caring about any concealment or disguise, he didn’t even care about the harm that black and white photo might bring to him, and couldn’t wait to open his mouth. The four grimaces also represent the contradictory personalities of the flesh and blood immortals. They are vying to swallow the deceased photo.

The strongest sign of death is the most ferocious, and the evil sign and **** sign are not modest. Seeing that the life sign represented by congratulations is a little behind, Gao Ming breaks away from Xuan Wen's hand and rushes towards the flesh and blood ghosts and gods.

 Compared to the most primitive flesh and blood immortal, Gao Ming definitely trusts Congratulations more.

The dusty black-and-white photos were forcibly dug out, and the twisted ribbons of faith were torn off. The clay statues of the evil gods who were of average strength in life were crushed by the flesh and blood fairy, but some of the damaged statues began to show strange signs. Their clay sculptures are "activating" and becoming more and more human-like.

Hand holding the chain, Gao Ming showed no fear in his eyes as he climbed directly onto the huge body of the flesh and blood ghost.

 Other than him, no one dares to do such a thing, and the Flesh Fairy will never allow anyone to stand on him.

The death picture exuded a frightening will of death, and he finally knocked open the other heads. When he greedily bit into the photo, a chain strangled it from behind.

Gao Ming's bet is that the Flesh Immortal will not kill him. The opponent's death intention can be aimed at anyone, but at this stage, only Gao Ming will not be harmed.

 “You are reborn in my heart, that is a part of me, and should act according to a will.”

 Under the intervention of Gao Ming, the representative of congratulations swallowed the most special black and white photo.

The remains, nourished by countless clay sculptures of gods, fell into the body. The flesh and blood ghosts and gods changed in an instant, and the body became taller. He seemed to be integrated with the city under his feet, as if he had turned into a city of blood.

 All cause and effect were cut off, and the world in the eyes of the flesh-and-blood immortal seemed to have changed. What he saw with his eyes seemed to be the world after waking up from a dream.

Not only the damaged statues of gods around, but also the other three ghostly faces showed envy. These dead "gods" seemed to have lived in the world after waking up from the dream, and they became like this due to some changes.

 A strange clay sculpture opened its eyes, and they turned around with a smile, as if they wanted to eat the flesh and blood fairy alive.

Gao Ming stood on the shoulders of the flesh and blood ghost, his heart beating wildly. It would take some time for the flesh and blood fairy to fully understand the most special black and white photo. After all, the photo seemed to be a posthumous photo of a city.

 “Bang!”

The sharp claws pierced the flesh membrane, and with the cooperation of the patients and the force outside the flesh wall, a hole was torn open in the weakest part of the intestine.

A piercing scream sounded, followed by dense curses crawling into the flesh wall.

Those patients were knocked back into the intestines before they had time to run out.

 “What a big battle.”

The leader of the third security team was dragging the coffin with his left hand and carrying a piece of wall on his right shoulder, blocking the gap.

 (End of this chapter)