Every time Gao Ming said a word, K's face would change slightly, and the security guards guarding the exit in the distance also felt bad.

K's abilities are top secret, and even his team members don't know about it, and now this information is coming out of the mouths of the enemy.

You must know that they have just returned to Hanhai from Xinhu, and they have also experienced unimaginable pain and despair before they successfully engraved the ghost pattern on their bodies.

I thought that the strange talk player who hunted Hanhai was a dimensionality reduction strike, but I didn't expect that the first action was like kicking the iron plate.

Cool head, terrifying strength, protection from unknown ghosts, unscrupulous style of doing things, hysterical twisted soul, this is the leader of the strange players.

The image of Gao Ming in the minds of security personnel has gradually become fuller, the danger index has soared, and some people are ready to activate a special situation response plan.

"Every time you use the ghost pattern, it consumes the power of that divine corpse, so you should be in a hurry now, right?" The heart of the high life and the flames in the flesh furnace beat at the same time, the hot blood flowed all over his body, and he grabbed the chains with both hands, and the flesh and blood gods did the same.

K has indeed never encountered such a situation, in the past, no matter people and ghosts, they would be torn apart and dragged back into the lotus by the white bones and thousands of hands, becoming nourishment and feeding back to the "god corpse". But this time, he actually felt the same aura as the "Divine Corpse" on Gao Ming's body, and the white bone thousand hands couldn't get close at all.

When the flesh and blood ghost god crawled out of the heart of the high life, K's heart was extremely shocked, what he originally thought would only appear in the depths of the forbidden game, appeared in Hanhai, and the god behind the high life seemed to be still alive!

"Bang!"

The white bones were broken layer by layer, and the four faces of the flesh and blood ghosts and gods roared at the same time, and the huge and hideous body supported the cage formed by the white bone fingers. His remaining arm tugged at the chain backwards along with High Life.

The chains engraved with souls collided with each other, and the patients burrowed into the depths of the huge "lotus" with hatred.

The deformed, sick souls gnawed at the bony fingers, merging themselves between K's ghost lines and scars.

The flesh and skin seemed to be burned into the hot iron, K's face turned pale, and his mouth bit out blood, holding on.

With his arms approaching, the sound of chanting a eulogy squeezed out from between K's teeth, and he slashed the blade of his left hand against the scabbard of his right, and rotting black blood flowed out of the scabbard, and a blood-red eye opened at the wound.

The "Divine Corpse" seems to be gradually waking up from its slumber, and K slashes at the scabbard again, and the second ghost eye opens on the scabbard!

"There's still the ability to hide, but you've been preparing for too long." Fight to the death, where will Gao Ming give the other party a chance, after he found out that the other party still has hole cards, he immediately manipulated the chain to wrap around K's arms.

Chain after chain slammed into the flesh, so much so that K couldn't make a third cut.

"Your appearance has alerted me, the Investigation Bureau still has an absolute advantage in power, no wonder Situ An will still be so low-key even if he is chosen by the Shadow World." Gao Ming and the ghost god tightened their chains: "In return, I will take you to see the world after waking up." ”

The flames in the flesh forge burned wildly, and the guillotine of fate appeared at the end of K's sight.

Countless chains dragged him towards his life, as if he had been abandoned by the whole world, and the feeling of powerlessness was indescribable, as if his fate and all traces of existence were to be erased.

"What's that?"

The flesh god tore open his chest, his ribs cracked to the sides like the fangs of a sea monster, and the guillotine of fate slowly lifted in the depths of flesh.

The souls of the dead in the hospital crawled out of the crack in the base of the guillotine, their upper bodies struggling desperately, but the lower half of their bodies were smelted together.

They cried and danced, their eyes full of resentment, hysterically grasping at the ends of the chains!

It's they're forged into chains, and it's they're the ones who want to drag all those who are chained into the torture chamber.

The people of fateful oblivion, the seeds of the shadow world, who were already crazy between nightmares and reality, now just want more people to fall into nightmares together.

"Wake up, go to sleep, open your eyes, or sink forever."

The voice of the high life drilled into K's ears, and he saw the masked face in the chains, and a chill welled up in his heart.

The guillotine was used to make grass in his childhood memories, and the cut grass would be fed to the animals, and no one would ever think about it from the perspective of forage, and no one would understand the mood of forage.

It wasn't until now, when childhood memories hit his heart, that K understood the helplessness of Cao Ke.

Under the knife of fate, all living people and ghosts are just mustard, food to feed animals, insignificant, let alone resisting, it is difficult to even struggle.

The chains tightened tighter and tighter, K's lip was bitten out of his own blood, and he wanted to speak, but now he couldn't even do that.

It's too powerless, as if people are facing their own destined fate, and any effort and struggle seems ridiculous.

"There are still gods in Hanhai who have not died, and Hanhai still hides the taboo of living!" His eyes widened and almost tore the corners of his eyes, and K and the dead god on his body were forcibly dragged in front of the flesh fairy.

The eight-armed ghost god tore open the bones of a thousand hands, and the chains burrowed into K's skin, wrapping around the ghost lines and blood vessels.

The skin-like pain didn't stop until the chains wrapped around K's heart, and he looked up, and the High Life and the Flesh Fairy stood right in front of him.

The blood-pierced eyes were cold and calm, without the arrogance of looking down on all beings, nor the enthusiasm and excitement of the living, as if he was just looking at the script written by fate, and then tearing it up, and then scattering the fragments all over the sky.

It all happened so fast, so fast that K hadn't used his last resort, so fast that he hadn't had time to say his last words.

"When you wake up, you wake up too."

K didn't hear what Takami said at the end, and his ghost-stamped body had been dragged into the torture chamber.

All the torture instruments were shaking, the smell of flesh and blood painted the world in K's eyes, and the scabbard in his hand finally woke up, and one eye opened one by one, but it was too late.

Chained to his body, the guillotine of fate suddenly fell, and at that moment K saw a world turned upside down.

Terrifying and ugly ghosts wear human clothes, living in the sun, and living people infected with various diseases survive and hide in the shadows.

"This is the real world?"

The thread of fate was broken, and K seemed to have turned into a soulless body, and the ghost patterns on his body had all faded at some point.

All the ghost patterns converged into a blood-colored phantom with a thousand hands on its back, covered in rotting wounds and cracks of faith.

It's not K who really binds the chains, but the long-dead god.

The chains collided, and the phantom struggled violently, but was still dragged to the guillotine of fate.

Eight arms gripped the guillotine, and the flesh and blood god seemed to recognize the other, and his face representing death showed a look of greed.

(End of chapter)