Chapter 283: Revenge
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Horror Game Designer Chapter 283: Revenge

When would a person admit that they were crazy? Was it because they saw something they couldn’t process, or was it because their worst imagination had become reality?

Situ An’s home was always enveloped by sunshine. His home was always bright as if the owner were deathly afraid of the dark. However, many bloody stories took place at such a sunny location.

Every sick room was a record of the treatment process of every special patient. They were transformed from humans into seeds of the shadow world. This was the truth of ‘home’.

“I can see that your son loves you, and he desperately wishes to live under the sun.” Xuan Wen opened her hand, and the cold light slipped through her fingers. “But his heart is already rotten. Even the strongest sun can’t warm his heart.”

With a slight nudge, Xuan Wen and the woman entered the hospital. The boundary was shattered. Various images appeared in Situ An’s mother’s mind. The woman called Situ An’s name inside the hospital but received no response. Outside the hospital, Gao Ming’s chest was covered in blood.

The more unstable the middle-aged woman was, the greater the flaw of ‘home’. The God of Flesh and Blood used this rare opening to grab the blind man’s five fingers!

Flesh grew between the blind man and Gao Ming like a bridge. The God of Flesh and Blood turned himself into a path. The blind man's status was weak. He could be consumed by the mud figurines at any moment.

“The God of Flesh and Blood and the big dog are connecting home to the real Li San Hospital. They have become the path.” Gao Ming had a mad idea. He wanted to get the God of Flesh and Blood to open the torture room and hand all the death portraits to the red raincoat.

“I might be trapped here forever! Bring my family and escape through this path! Find your child!”

The red raincoat, who had been spacing out in the torture room, was stunned. She accepted the death portraits and then looked at Gao Ming.

“Your child is waiting for you.” This was not a plea. This was a simple narration of the truth. Moments

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