Strange game designer.

Chapter 783 Tiger

"We've finally managed to trap him for now." Gao Ming held the camera, his arms hanging down, much longer than normal, and his body seemed to be slowly melting and deforming.

"He'll be out soon. Your dreams are too gentle; they can't possibly make him despair." Li Sansi's voice came from Gao Ming's mouth, as if he were taking back his body.

“No need for your nonsense. Once we deal with the mountain king, you’ll be next—Li Sansi.” Gao Ming seemed to be talking to himself, malice flowing from the dark holes in his face.

"Hahaha, now you and I are inseparable. I am you, and you are Li Sansi!" A malicious laugh came from Gao Ming's throat, echoing in his ears and penetrating his mind.

Ignoring the words uttered from his mouth, Gao Ming's five fingers seemed to be plucking the strings of fate, and with each touch, the Blood City patterns on his body would change.

The phantom of flesh and blood ghosts enveloped the Mountain Lord, and several hundred-meter-long flesh and blood worms bit into the Mountain Lord's body, continuously injecting An Luan's memories into it. While trapping it in a dream, Gao Ming used the Dream Ghost's ability to steal the Mountain Lord's memories and steal the past of the master of the Dark Shrine.

Malicious black mist permeated the restricted area, and flesh worms bit the mountain lord as he fell downwards, bringing him to the core of the restricted area where countless subway lines intersected.

Birthday cakes are placed along the train of life, candles are lit, children sing eerie songs, and people who have strayed into the forbidden zone make wishes, which then transform into the power of strange wishes.

With the help of Gao Ming and An Luan, Gui Yuan took control of the First Forbidden Zone. The interconnected underground tunnels became his tentacles, and the citizens making wishes on the surface became his eyes. The hatred accumulated underground and the countless failed lives became his nourishment. In a very short time, Gui Yuan had grown to a terrifying level in the Dark Shrine.

Gao Ming never intended to fight alone. His goal was to drag Shan Jun into the core of the first forbidden zone and gather all his strength to complete the encirclement and kill him.

Three dream demons entered the dark shrine at the same time. With the combined power of two of them, plus An Luan and Li Sansi's mother, Gao Ming had the advantage of terrain and popular support, giving him the confidence to confront the Mountain Lord head-on.

"Let him sleep forever in his dreams, and never wake up again."

One by one, the birthday candles were blown out. Amid the collective wishes of the citizens, the mountain king's struggles weakened, his muscles began to wither, his hair gradually turned white, his size shrank, and his breath grew weaker, as if he were gradually returning to his weakest state.

As the surging tide of qi and blood receded, the bronze mask on the Mountain Lord's face began to loosen. With the combined efforts of the two Dream Ghosts, a very fine crack appeared on the mask.

The mountain lord seemed to be stung by something; his eyelids twitched, and different ghostly faces appeared on several acupoints on his body. Malice gathered in his dantian, like a boiling sea of ​​qi.

In the endless nightmare, Shan Jun wore a bronze mask and held a rusty steel chisel in his hand. His body had returned to before he met his master. He was thin and short, standing by a garbage dump, fighting with several homeless people who were taller than him for half a rotten apple.

Ruthless and decisive, two corpses with their necks pierced lay at his feet, and his ferocity deterred the homeless from approaching him.

Taking a bite of the apple, Shan Jun's emaciated body became even weaker. The scene before him changed again; he found himself curled up in a corner made of cardboard, his forehead covered in blood, and his vision blurred.

"My age has decreased again. Are they trying to drag me back into nothingness?" His chapped lips trembled slightly. "This is the 470th dream? No, it's the 900th? Or more."

His hands were too weak to support his body; the excessive blood loss was making him dizzy. He needed to find a way to stop the bleeding as soon as possible to survive and continue into the next nightmare. "What I've experienced is woven from An Luan's memories, most of which are probably things An Luan actually went through. They want to trap me to death with this. Even if I escape by force, they can still plant a seed in my heart that I am inferior to An Luan. What a despicable group of outsiders."

Blood began to flow from his head again. Shan Jun's face was cold and stern; he had never shown such a serious expression when he was fighting with the night guards.

“A dream is just a dream. In this dark shrine, nothing can imprison the will of ‘God’.”

Sitting cross-legged, he tamed his mind and locked his heart, circulating his qi through the Yintang acupoint in the upper dantian, the Tanzhong acupoint in the middle dantian, the Zhongji acupoint in the lower dantian, the Baihui acupoint in the head, the Laogong acupoint in the palm, and the Yongquan acupoint in the sole, connecting Baihui in the upper body and Huiyin in the lower body, in a continuous cycle. He was gradually regaining his awareness.

"All is illusion; only this flesh and blood body is the eternal starting point and anchor point. It does not live in the past or the future, but only exists in this moment."

Slowly rise up, place your feet firmly on the ground, lower your center of gravity, bend your knees slightly as if sitting on a high stool, feel as if your head is suspended by a thread, and stretch your spine like an axis.

The mountain king neither listens, nor looks, nor smells; he simply slowly extends his fist, using the intent of his fist to perceive the world.

With his Qi surging, the Mountain Lord gathered all his Qi and, completely guided by the intent of his fist, threw a punch toward the edge of the dream.

"When the six senses are unified, the mind remains unmoved by the eight winds."

With a single punch, the intent of the punch spread continuously, reaching higher than the sky!

The cracks on the bronze mask began to multiply rapidly. Gao Ming and Gui Yuan stared intently at the body of Shan Jun being devoured by flesh worms. The body, which was trapped just a second ago, underwent a change the next moment.

The malevolent patterns on the mountain lord's body and the ghostly faces in its acupoints merged, and all the malevolent energy stored in the acupoints within the body erupted, forming six enormous phantoms around the mountain lord: blind, mutilated, broken nose, bloody tongue, defiled body, and malevolent energy.

The six alienated senses merged into one, forming a savage, hungry tiger covered in black wounds. It emerged from the mountain lord's body, severing all the flesh and blood worms, and biting at the neck of the illusory flesh and blood demon.

Without the restraints of flesh and blood, demons and gods, the mountain lord could not be completely trapped by mere wishful thinking. The tall figure wearing the bronze mask opened its eyes again.

He coughed up a mouthful of foul blood, and many acupoints on his body were torn open, like a deflated balloon. In order to break free from the endless nightmare of the dream demon, the mountain king paid a very high price.

"You outsiders, so treacherous and despicable, are quite suited to the Dark Shrine. Why don't you stay here forever and become part of the shrine?" Mountain Lord's eyes burned with rage, black blood and malice mixed together, as he swung his fist at the nearest high-ranking official.

The mountain trees are shrouded in twilight, the wind is chilly and the thatch leaves are yellow. A tiger has just left its den; how dare the bears and wolves stand against it?
"die!"

The killing intent was firmly locked onto Gao Ming, and even the usually talkative Li Sansi shut his mouth. They were too close to avoid it.

(End of this chapter)