Chapter 390 Life should not be cut off
The wound was torn open, the flesh and blood was surging, and the most ordinary Gao Ming did not fall. He did not have the strongest body, nor the smartest mind. He and Brave He has no connections or any noble character. He is just the most inconspicuous person in the crowd.
"It hurts, it hurts..."
Tears flowed from his eyes, and his gums were bleeding. He had reached his limit, but to his own surprise, he still didn't fall.
"I can still go forward, I can still take one step forward."
Dragging blood and curses, he went against the eyes of the "god" and grabbed the statue's throat.
"I don't think I can do anything great. I'm just the most ordinary person. It's just... I seem to be able to move forward!"
The platform was not far away, and the car of fate was driving towards the platform. Its lights penetrated the dark night and illuminated the bloody road behind Gao Ming.
There is no right or wrong choice in the past. Dead Gao Ming may be more trustworthy than living Gao Ming. However, they did not reach the future after all. They used their corpses to build up Gao Ming's past and pave the way for him. Now.
Each and every one of these mistaken high-destined students is like the people at Hande Private Academy. Those students used their souls and wills to help Principal Yan Xizhi become a dream ghost. At this moment, it seems that the scene is reappearing, but they are born alone. He lived a high life without anyone to accompany him or help him. It was he who died over and over again to build a road that did not exist.
Yan Xizhi and the teachers and students of Hande Private Academy have become a whole, but there are still flaws and cracks in their wills. This situation does not exist at all in Gao Ming. Every piece of human brick he uses to change his destiny is one of himself.
He is his own believer and his own faith.
"It's not why we chose you, it's that you finally became who you are now." In order to prevent the idol of the past from continuing to squeeze his memory, Kind Gaoming directly burned his soul. His voice spread far away, and other Gaoming He also slowly made the same choice, and the starlight and flames illuminated the last section of the road for the most ordinary high life.
It is not bright and does not bring warmth, but as long as life continues, this ray of light will shine on his path.
A group of ghosts roared in the darkness, and all kinds of unknown monsters wanted to tear Gaoming into pieces. The wounds on his body were bleeding black and smelly blood due to the curse of the gods, but he, the most ordinary man, could withstand it all.
Fear, pain, despair, everything was left behind, and he ran in the light.
The bus in my memory drove towards the platform, and the light from the headlights finally fell on Gao Ming.
The darkness was dispelled, and the shadows screamed and retreated. Gao Ming seemed to see a dark tunnel in a trance, with countless selves embedded in the tunnel.
"I once had kindness and happiness. I left everything in the past in darkness, and finally got this chance to change!"
His heart beat heavily, and Gao Ming's face emerged from the memories of death buried in Gao Ming's heart. He who died tragically in the past tried his best to show a gentle expression, and the pain that was once untouchable completely melted into it. High life heart and soul.
At this moment, Gao Ming's soul underwent a qualitative change, and strange lines similar to the "divine lines of the past" appeared on his atrium. Those lines were like slightly pulsating blood vessels, running through the two strange rules of the past and death.
Veins burst out on the back of the hand that was holding the clay sculpture's neck. The ordinary Gaoming's will and the pressure of the gods collided. The entire Xiangshengyong apartment complex seemed to turn into a ghost mountain and press towards him. He was alone, but when he lifted When he raised his hand, there were countless past selves holding up his body. Taking the last step, Ordinary Gaoming stepped out of the community, and the death situation in Xiangshengyong Apartment was broken! The clay sculpture in his hand seemed to have lost all its power and became ordinary and fragile.
Looking back, all the flesh and blood of Gao Ming were slowly swallowed up by darkness and shadow. Just like when they died time and time again, they were buried in the past, buried in a place that no one except Gao Ming knew.
With five fingers, the blood-stained hand smashed the statue of the past. For a moment, the night seemed to be turned upside down, and endless shadows exploded in Xiangshengyong's apartment.
All the ghosts in the community cried and screamed, and there was a rain of blood in the death realm, as if the shadow world was also crying.
The dust fell and the statues of the past gods were torn apart. At the same time, the divine patterns that originally belonged to the past gods on Gao Ming's body were replaced by new strange patterns. It seemed as if a big lock had been broken open in his heart.
All the memories came flooding back, and Ordinary Gao Ming stood alone in the dark night.
"I...remembered."
The most extraordinary life of Gao Ming was created by the most ordinary Gao Ming.
Memories of death merged into his mind, and Gao Ming's soul was engraved with his own divine patterns, which contained three different strange rules of flesh and blood, the past, and death.
The big ghosts are divided into four levels: ordinary, those who have a house of resentment, nightmares that can reappear in the house of resentment, and dream ghosts. It is extremely difficult to break through each level. In the past, Gao Ming and the Flesh Fairy were stuck at the stage where they could relive nightmares, but when Gao Ming reconciled with all the selves who died tragically in the past, he seemed to have touched something new.
"Kindness, flesh and blood, madness...it turns out that I have lost so much of myself along the way." Gao Ming successfully took the statue of the past out of the community and destroyed it, but he did not choose to escape from the abnormal event, but looked at himself The bloody road we came from.
A most ordinary high school student turned into the most dangerous ghost game designer in the world. Only he knows what he went through.
"The heart of the gods has returned, it's time to get my heart of flesh and blood." Gao Ming was still wearing his school uniform, but his tone and expression were completely different from before, filled with disguise, manipulation, conquest, pleasure, revenge, and greed. He cannot be simply evaluated as good or bad. The most appropriate word to describe him is dangerous.
"Kill the past, and then slaughter the future, so that I can completely control the present."
In the previous game, Gao Ming was suppressed by the two gods, but he also left a way out for himself. As long as one Gao Ming can leave the community and escape the control of the past gods, the memory may return. So even though each Gao Ming's life is different, their last diary entries all mention the same things.
Pushing open the dilapidated iron door of the Xiangshengyong apartment complex, Gao Ming once again entered the darkness shrouded in shadows. Brand-new divine patterns from the past were engraved on his body. The ghost stared at by his left eye shivered and wanted to pounce on him. But I felt scared.
"Before I kill the 'God of the Future', I still can't completely replace the 'God of the Past' and I can't command the alienated residents in the apartment complex, but they don't seem to dare to do anything to me."
(End of chapter)