Chapter 264: Grass
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Horror Game Designer Chapter 264: Grass

With each word Gao Ming said, K’s face changed. Even the security members who were guarding the exit felt threatened. K’s power was a top secret. Even his team members didn’t know about it. However, the secret was openly revealed by their enemy. They had just returned from Xin Lu to Han Hai. They had experienced unimaginable pain and despair before they got the ghost tattoos on their bodies.

They thought this mission was going to be a cakewalk. They just realised how wrong they were.

A calm mind, a scary power, the protection of an unknown God, ruthlessness and a twisted soul: that was the leader of the horror game players. Gao Ming’s image slowly rounded out in the eyes of the security members. His danger rating flew up. Some were ready to call for an emergency plan.

“Every time you use the ghost tattoo, you will exhaust the power of that divine corpse. You must be feeling desperate.” Gao Ming’s heart burned with the flame inside the flesh forge. The boiling blood ran through his body. His hands grabbed the chains as the God of Flesh and Blood did the same.

K hadn’t encountered a situation like this before. In the past, both humans and ghosts would be turned into nutrients by the thousand white bones to feed the divine corpse. However, he sensed a presence similar to that of the divine corpse within Gao Ming. The white bone lotus couldn’t get close to him at all. When the God of Flesh and Blood crawled out of the back of Gao Ming’s heart, K’s heart was stunned. The creature that he thought would only appear in the taboo game had shown up in Han Hai. Plus, Gao Ming’s God seemed to be alive!

The layers of white bone were shattered. The four faces of God growled at the same time. The large body stretched apart the cage made from bony fingers. The arms pulled on the chains with Gao Ming. The chains of soul collided. The souls of the patients crawled deep into the lotus with hatred. The lunatic souls tore at the white fingers. They embedded themselves inside K’s wounds. K’s face paled as he felt as if molten iron

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