Horror Game Designer Chapter 59: Ancestral Hall

Through the corridor, Gao Ming saw the dead body. The fatal wound was on the chest. The knife that pierced the heart had a murder talisman on it. Situ An got the talisman from Granny Shen. He didn’t use it to kill the Evil Ghost but Yan Hua. The person who saved Gao Ming had lost his life. The hand that once Gao Ming’s lost its temperature. The shoulder that Gao Ming turned into a stairs and stayed behind.

“You should be looking for him, right?” Situ An pulled out the knife from Yan Hua’s heart. The talisman turned into dust. “Killing him is not easier than killing the Evil Ghost. I’ve lost many people.” The knife carved through Yan Hua’s skin. Situ An removed his ghost tattoo.

“I’ve given him the chance to surrender and work for me, but he rejected me.” Situ An looked at the tattoo in his palm. “I’m curious. Why would someone who doesn’t like money and power help you so much?”

Gao Ming didn’t speak. He looked at the chains in his hand. When he found out Qin Tian died, it felt surreal. After he joined the Li San Investigation Centre, he sat at Qin Tian’s table. Qin Tian’s traces were everywhere. Through Qin Tian’s photos and work records, he slowly got to know him, but Qin Tian was already gone.

Then, he personally went to select his teammates. He knew how dangerous it was, but he didn’t think too much of it. Tragedy was on his mind, but he was never prepared to see the people around him die, or he never thought he would need to say goodbye. Deep inside his heart, there was a missing concept of death. It seemed to be a kind of illness.

The arms that held the chains raised. Gao Ming pointed at Situ An’s face. “I want to kill you. I had that urge the first moment I saw you.”

“Is that so?” Situ An threw the tattoo away casually, “When I first saw you, I noticed how different you were from the others. I admire you a lot. I was even fearful. If wasn’t for the Evil Ghost, you would have died in Building B’s basement Room 9.”

“Don’t lose your calm! Get down to the basement first! You’ve gained the heart of flesh. Once you kill the God of Flesh and Blood’s main consciousness, you can get its power and become this apartment’s owner.” Xuan Wen was really rational. “You need to do the right thing or more people would die.”

“It doesn’t matter what choice you make because everyone here will die.” Situ An walked over Yan Hua’s body. “Bring it with us. We’re going to look for the God of Flesh and Blood.”

The meat fragrance spread around. Both parties came to Building A’s basement. This place had changed tremendously. Cracks spread on the ceiling and walls. The signboards fell to the floor. Holes appeared on the floor. Even the ancestral hall was affected. The ceiling of the ancestral hall was pierced through by twisted pipes. The human skin portraits hanging inside the ancestral hall fell everywhere. The pale faces looked at the humans and ghosts as if waiting for them to join them.

“Someone has been here.” Xuan Wen warned softly, “The main consciousness of the God of Flesh and Blood is still here. This is its territory. Be careful.”

“We kill Situ An first and then worry about the others. That man is too dangerous.”

Gao Ming and Situ An stood at both ends of the corridor. Granny Shen was right. One of them would have to die that night. Both of them knew this. The thick smell of meat came out of the ancestral hall. The people who ate the meat, the mutated monsters, the living dominated by desires were triggered by the meat to charge into the ancestral hall.

There were no tactics or schemes. This was the most basic fight to the death. The vomit-inducing smell of blood mixed with the heady fragrance of meat. Warm blood splashed everywhere. The surviving investigators had perfected the mastery of the meat’s power. The perfect example was Qing Ge. He was born for murder. With Situ An’s cultivation, he became a master murderer. He was fighting Ghostie but the human had the upper hand.

“You will only feel fear if you don’t have the power to fight back.” Situ An smiled at Gao Ming, “I haven’t felt fear in a long time already.”

“I’m different. I live in fear daily. However, I still want to move forward.” Grabbing the chains, Gao Ming charged over.

“I used twenty years to prepare for this opportunity and you want to steal it from me? And you think I’m the one in the wrong?” Situ An blocked the attack. He and Gao Ming had both eaten the meat. They wouldn’t die so easily. He knew Gao Ming couldn’t kill him but he still had one murder talisman.

“Twenty years of preparation?” Situ An revealed some info. Some things already existed. This was different from Gao Ming’s earlier prediction.

Both sides bet everything to kill the other. The intensity of murder rose. Some investigators were consumed by meat after they lost their breath. The tenants faced the investigators with their injured bodies. Some died.

Less people crowded the corridor. The dead’s blood, flesh, resentment and consciousness seeped underground. Blood spread on the wall to bloom into flowers that radiated the meat fragrance.

The corridor and the walls of the ancestral hall crumbled. Underneath Si Sui Apartments was a giant blood pool. Over the past twenty year, it had been collecting all the resentment, pain and prayers.

Some investigators and tenants couldn’t run away in time and fell into the pool. No matter how hard they struggled, they couldn’t get out.

“Gao Ming!”

A familiar voice came from inside the ancestral hall. After the walls collapsed, the deepest room was revealed. The hidden room that was wrapped up in human skin had a ghastly figurine of the God of Flesh and Blood inside it.

The figurine was much taller than a human. Its skin was no different from a normal human’s. Its eight arms reached up into the darkness. A paper mannequin was held in each arm. The victims of the murder case from twenty years ago were forced to combine with the figurine. Their resentment and hatred allowed the figurine to gain human emotions. Organs like eyes, noses and mouths grew on its palms. Underneath the eight arms were four blank faces. They corresponded to the four shapes inside the building.

The lower body of the figurine reached into the pool like roots. Gong Xi was squatting behind the figurine with his grandmother. Zhao Xi lay beside him with his broken body. Uncle Wu who should be with them had disappeared.