Horror Game Designer

Each corridor was drawn by the patient in Ward 7003 on the map. Using his photographic memory, he drew out Li San Hospital’s front and back buildings. However, Question’s map of the map was different from the hospital in real life. Most of the wards in the back building had been blackened out like they had been taken over by the shadow.

“Did he intend to use this map to trade with me? To help me leave the hospital.” The map was still hidden inside the ward. However, Gao Ming from half a year ago and Question were gone. This meant that both of them had successfully escaped.

“How did I leave half a year ago? What happened between Question and me? Why did he leave that message for me?”

Gao Ming and Question were patients valued by Lu Zang. However, they seemed to have gone on different paths. Gao Ming entered the tunnel according to Lu Zang’s plan and slowly expanded fate’s loophole. Question seemed to have escaped Lu Zang’s control, and he had woken up from the dream earlier than intended.

“Does Question really exist?” Gao Ming tried to remember the man’s face, but he couldn’t remember much of it.

The door creaked softly. Gao Ming lifted his feet. There was a bug riddled with curses hidden in the blood. It was a butterfly made from paper. Its wings featured two painted eyes.

“Is this left behind by the security department? It looks like they value this ward a lot to leave behind this little thing for surveillance.”

Gao Ming crushed the bug. With the protection of the God of Flesh and Blood, he didn’t mind the curse. The eyes bled on the butterfly wings. A person wailed, and then the butterfly shattered. Gao Ming put away the hand-drawn map. He held a chain and walked out of Ward 7003. The scent of blood in the air suddenly thickened. Barely discernible blood vessels crawled in the corridor. Three security members walked out of the ward at the end of the corridor. It was evident that they had just experienced an intense battle. They were wounded. The man who walked at the back had a pair of bleeding eyes as he glared at Gao Ming.

“I’ll turn you into a bug!” The man unbuttoned his shirt. Paper butterflies hung inside his uniform. Each butterfly was painted with a pair of eyes. With the man’s command, all the butterflies flapped their wings. The butterflies flew everywhere. The man mumbled something. The other member who stood before him was blind. When he heard the order from the other man, he waved his hands in the air. The thin threads in the corridor pierced at Gao Ming.

“A puppeteer using blood as strings?” Gao Ming didn’t evade the attack. He charged forward. He was going to deal with the enemies before he was controlled.

The three members had a wealth of battle experience. The mute that walked in front opened his mouth. He punched his face. The thorns on his gloves pierced into his flesh. The blood was injected into the ghost tattoo. A bloody shadow enveloped the security team.

“One is responsible for surveillance, one is responsible for long-distance attack, and one is responsible for defence. They are clearly very experienced. Where did they receive their training?” In the blink of an eye, the lines of blood had already reached Gao Ming. They attacked from hard angles. Normally, no matter what Gao Ming did, he couldn’t defend against the attack. Gao Ming pressed his hand against his heart as he charged at the lines. Just as the lines were about to touch his eyes, eight hands blocked everything like a castle wall. They pushed forward and slammed into the security members.

The God of Flesh and Blood’s howl echoed down the corridor. After he woke up from the dream of the past, Gong Xi seemed to have changed. The eyes of the four faces wanted to open.

The three members were swept away and crashed into the wall heavily. Ignoring the pain, the blind member sent the blood threads into Gong Xi to try to control the God of Flesh and Blood. However, just as he had that thought, black blood oozed out of his orifices.

The blind man’s ghost tattoo seemed to discover something very scary. Blood leaked out of the man’s skin. The blind man screamed. He could feel the horrible transformation occurring in his body. The pain was immeasurable.

“Do you intend to use your blood to control God? Who do you think you are?”

Gao Ming stood in the middle of the corridor. God grabbed the blood threads and injected the meat fragrance into the three security members.

The God of Flesh and Blood was using brute force to consume the ghost tattoos on them.

“The God of Flesh and Blood can’t consume certain ghosts, but after they have been turned into tattoos and carved into the human body, they will become food for the God of Flesh and Blood. They are precious food for God.” Gao Ming sensed God’s excitement, “If this is really a dream, this is a horrible nightmare for you.”

New chains appeared in the torture room. Each chain was branded with a corresponding ghost tattoo. The God of Flesh and Blood was not yet satisfied. He grabbed the chains and slammed into the souls of the poor humans to forge them into something else. However, human souls were too weak.

“The God of Flesh and Blood has become a lot more aggressive.”

After Gao Ming woke up from the dream, the God of Flesh and Blood had changed. When Gao Ming entered life-threatening danger in the past, the God of Flesh and Blood saved Gao Ming through their shared connection. However, because of this, the God of Flesh and Blood could read some memories in Gao Ming’s heart. Some of the memories Gao Ming had already forgotten.

The blood threads dangled weakly. The paper butterflies had broken wings. The massacre was over. The four faces of God hadn’t calmed down. They howled at a room deep down the corridor. God was guiding Gao Ming down the corridor. He walked past the familiar path. Most of the patients were dead. The remaining had been killed by the security members.

“This should be the place.”

He kicked down the door from his memory, and the chill wind hit him in the face. The walls of death portraits looked at Gao Ming silently.

“Hi, everyone. I’m back.”

For Gao Ming, he had just been here a few minutes ago. However, the ghosts inside the death portraits hadn’t seen Gao Ming for half a year already.

Gao Ming didn’t waste time as he walked towards the altar.

The white bowls filled with pills had been emptied. All the pills had been taken away. The figurines were shattered as well.

“It looks like you need a new God.”