Horror Game Designer Chapter 385: Who Won't Be Scared?

When Bai Xiao ‘fainted’, Wan Jie knew he was saved. However, he didn’t expect it would be a group of Gao Mings who saved him. He thought he was saved because he was loved by fate. However, in reality, it was because of his nemesis’ intervention.

Wan Jie was heavily scammed by Gao Ming at Li San Hospital. He was tricked into releasing the mud figurines at the bottom of the black lake. Now that he was dying due to the mud figurines’ suppression, it was Gao Ming who came to save him. They were even… in a way.

Faced with a crowd of intrepid Gao Mings, Yuan Hui was scared witless. Even if he had experienced many anomalies, he didn’t know how to react. To obtain glory, he had been telling his colleagues that he was the one who killed Gao Ming and mutilated his body. Now that the endless Gao Mings charged at him, guilt and anxiety that was hidden inside his heart exploded.

“Yuan Hui! I treated you as my friend. How dare you desecrate my body?!” The rebellious Gao Ming demanded loudly. The other Gao Mings also located their targets for revenge. The mad Gao Ming slashed wildly at Yuan Hui. The flesh Gao Ming snuck about. The normal Gao Ming tried to open his left eye to affect Yuan Hui’s memory.

Yuan Hui was thrown into such chaos that he only knew how to scream, “What a bunch of madmen!” Yuan Hui turned and ran. He felt his memory being drained, and he was really scared.

“Yuan Hui!” Zuo Jun was entangled in a fight with Wan Jie. Even though Wan Jie was older, he seemed to have a lot of cursed objects. After a few minutes of fighting, Zuo Jun had already been attacked many times. If not for his superhuman physique, he would have collapsed by then.

Yuan Hui was too busy running to care about Zuo Jun. Zuo Jun was so angry that his eyes were red. The camaraderie was nothing compared to one’s own life.

“We have the corpse! We need to find the painter Gao Ming now! Calm down! Everyone, please calm down!” The kind Gao Ming yelled to control the crowd. He was like the parent of the group. “Stop charging ahead, brothers! The God of the Past didn’t give us much time!”

The East City Security Members were taken aback by the troop of Gao Mings. However, before they could retaliate, Gao Mings started to turn away.

“I can sense the painter Gao Ming’s location. He’s moving to the first floor!”

“Then, what are we waiting for?”

“We are of one body. No one can separate us!”

“Charge!”

The safety door was kicked down. The normal Gao Ming led the way down the stairs. The group came and left swiftly. They were like a hurricane.

“What is going on?” Bai Xiao opened his eyes. “Why are they all in their school uniforms?”

The trap meant for Wan Jie on the 13th floor was shattered. Yuan Hui was on the run. Zuo Jun was pinned down by many cursed objects. Only Bai Xiao could still fight. He stopped acting. Bai Xiao raised his blade at Wan Jie. He couldn’t let Zuo Jun die before him. Plus, he did have animosity against Wan Jie.

“Today, I will use the blade you wish to steal from me to take away your head!” Malice encircled the blade. The malice in his heart materialised another arm. This was already when the God of the Past had suppressed Malice, or Bai Xiao could have summoned the entirety of the God of Malice. With Bai Xiao’s aid, things became a lot easier for Zuo Jun. At the critical moment, Zuo Jun was saved by Bai Xiao and Yuan Hui abandoned him.
“I invited you to join the security team to save you. Do you really think I can’t see what’s hidden inside your blade?” Since the other security members were approaching, he took out a doll made from hair and tore it apart. Every piece of the doll bled. The pieces fluttered and landed on everyone. Then, they crawled towards their hearts.

“Once the suppression loosens further, the roles of hunter and the hunted will be swapped.” Even if he was cornered, Wan Jie didn’t panic. After he did all that, he chose to retreat. He used a special communication method to contact his teammates. He had lost the mud figurine, so the grandmother was no longer after him. This was the perfect time for him to play with the east city security department.

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He Jing didn’t think that he’d be so lucky to have Wan Jie throw the mud figurine directly at him. Others might not be familiar with the figurines but as Jing Tuoshen’s people, He Jing knew that Jing Tuoshen had made a deal with the figurines before they entered the anomaly. Therefore, he knew that the figurine was like a divine key. Having the figurine not only meant that he could ignore part of the rules, but he also had the chance to steal the gathered twisted faith from the figurine and gain its power. Even if he failed to do either, having the mud figurine meant that he had a bargaining chip in the negotiation with God.

“This thing should be very well-hidden. How did Wan Jie manage to find him? If he’s as scary as the rumours say, thankfully, I didn’t go after him. He wouldn’t come after me.” He Jing had his own plan. Jing Tuoshen wanted to take over the security members from Xin Lu. However, once those people knew that he was a part of the scheme to kill Wan Jie, he would not have a good life either.

After running for who knew how long, He Jing realised there was smoke and spark inside the building. “The exit is not open yet. Which bastard set up a fire inside the building?!”

“Give me back the figurine!” The howls of the grandmother came from behind him. The grandmother’s resentment grew thicker.

In theory, God’s design was flawless. The God of the Past and Future guarded the room and continuously strengthened themselves by feasting on the players. ‘Grandmother’ stayed in the hidden room that entrapped Gao Ming to guard the mud figurine so that it could focus on using its power to suppress the players and security members. If everyone was turned into normal people, no one could fight against Gods, and they would eventually be food for the three Gods. However, cracks appeared in this plan. Grandmother had lost her mind about snatching the mud figurine back.

He Jing felt the pressure on him increasing. Suddenly, a Gao Ming wearing a school uniform doodled with drawings appeared before him.

“Do you need my help?” The painter Gao Ming smiled graciously at He Jing. The mud figurine He Jing held had drawings similar to the ones on Gao Ming’s uniform. “I think you do.”

“I haven’t said anything! Get out of my way!” He Jing took out the department-issued weapon.

“I can help you deal with that old lady by trapping her in the elevator.” The painter Gao Ming always looked so gentle and kind. “Follow me if you want to kill her.”