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Chapter 197 It’s not daylight, but we have become the night

Indescribable pain swept through his body, and every blood vessel seemed to be twisting.

When the chains in the execution room wrapped around Hong Yuyi, Gao Ming's consciousness seemed to be cut repeatedly by a knife. Hong Yi's obsession exploded in his heart, and the pain, despair and regret that exceeded the limits of the human body instantly swallowed him up.

Ordinary people are brain-dead the moment they come into contact with Red Raincoat's obsession. That is to say, Gao Ming dies again and again in the tunnel. His experience is not much worse than that of Hong Yuyi. His obsession is built with countless fragments of death memories. Even better than ordinary red clothes.

His nails were broken, and Gao Ming clutched the weeds and pebbles in his palms tightly. His eyes were red, and bloody tears fell from the corners of his eyes.

Gao Ming could sense Hong Yuyi's hysterical struggle in the torture chamber. Even if flesh and blood ghosts and gods suppressed him, his heart would be broken. Death seemed to be a matter of time.

Sitting in the same room with Hong Yi, Xia Yang was painting excitedly. Situ An's eyelids twitched and his Adam's apple was trembling. The biggest difference between him and Xia Yang was that he was tied up. Normal shaking of the chains would cause him severe pain, let alone Say red clothes in my heart.

"Is this something a person can do if he wears red clothes in his heart?"

Gao Ming no longer cared about Situ An's soul at this time. His heartbeat was getting faster and faster, and he gradually began to be unable to breathe.

Just when Gao Ming felt that his heart was about to be torn apart, a warm force suddenly poured into his body, and someone put a hand on his shoulder.

Reluctantly turning his head, Gao Ming saw Yan Xizhi's serious face.

"Teacher Yan..."

Having completely mastered the school rules and making all "people" willing to pave the way for them, Yan Xizhi became the unique big ghost in the world in Situ An's words.

"You will be fine, the teacher will protect every student."

Yan Xizhi's abilities are amplified under the influence of the rules, and the good things that come out of her mouth seem to come true. Gao Ming found that when he stayed by Yan Xizhi's side, the pain would lessen. The red clothes in his heart seemed to be affected, and he was slowly exiting the red-eyed state.

Bricks fell one after another, and Yan Xizhi seemed to have aged a few years. It took half an hour for Gao Ming's heartbeat to return to normal.

Just when Gao Ming's heart was beating normally, the red heart of Hong Yuyi and Situ An's soul heart in the execution room also started to beat. The three of them were at the same frequency, and their fate was bound to Gao Ming. They all stand on the opposite side of fate.

The chains wrapped around the red raincoat fell to the ground, and Gao Ming saw part of the woman's experience. It was a storm that blew the woman's life into the deep sea.

He still couldn't communicate with Hong Yi, but he already understood the reason why Hong Yi was so extreme. The loss of his soul was a relief for them, and the beating heart of obsession in his body was not only the source of power, but also the source of all pain.

They don't want to become ghosts, but they can no longer exist in this world as living people, but they can't let go of this world, so they become red clothes.

It doesn't matter what they believe in or whether they are forgotten, they only exist for their own obsessions. All their special abilities and the strength of their resentment are related to obsession.

Gao Ming did not use chains to restrain Hong Yuyi. He concentrated all the power of the torture house and with the help of flesh and blood ghosts and gods, he could successfully suppress Hong Yuyi. However, in this way, every time he used flesh and blood ghosts and gods, he had to worry about whether his heart would be out of control. The red raincoat was crushed.

It's better to block it than to open it up, it's better to just keep it in your heart, live if you can, and die together if you can't.

"Are you feeling better?" Liu Yi helped Gao Ming up, while Yan Shaoyu stared at Gao Ming very warily, feeling that Gao Ming and Liu Yi were too close.

"I'm fine." Gao Ming thanked everyone, and finally walked to Yan Xizhi: "Principal, thank you for your help. If you need anything from me in the future, just ask." Gao Ming has a high emotional intelligence, and he is not afraid of being Yan Xizhi is in trouble. With a personality like Yan Xizhi, everyone wants to have a good relationship with her.

Yan Xizhi shook his head and looked at the ruins of the college: "You have saved so many students and allowed them to awaken themselves. You are the benefactor of this school. But now, there is still one biggest problem that has not been solved."

"Is it the shadow shrine summoned by Situ An?" Gao Ming turned to look at the college. The shadow shrine had dissipated, and the black fog covering the office building and all the deformed students who were sacrificed had disappeared.

"The dirty things that escaped from the shadow world just took advantage of the chaos and left. What we have to deal with is that tree." Yan Xizhi stared at the giant flesh-and-blood tree with some confusion: "How did it appear?"

Many patients with severe phobias have also become part of the giant tree. In Yan Xizhi's view, the giant tree that spreads the seeds of fear is simply the most evil existence in the world.

"Why is there a tree in my school? Which side does it belong to?"

The giant tree repelled the shadow monster summoned by Situ An, swallowed most of the student council members, and pierced the body of the flood water ghost with its roots. It would kill anyone it saw, which was simply outrageous.

"I'm not sure either." Everyone was distressed. Gao Ming pursed his lips and said, "Why don't we just leave it to the General Bureau of Investigation? Let's evacuate first and figure out a solution later."

The phobia has spread, and all Gao Ming can think of to solve this problem is to end his life and come out of the tunnel again.

"You guys, please leave quickly. I stay with this tree to prevent it from growing further." Yan Xizhihe built a new wall on the ruins: "I can feel the core of this tree. The helplessness is made up of fragile and fearful souls. Its nature is not bad and should be given the opportunity to change through education."

"Then I'll stay too." After Youliang followed Yan Xizhi for a few steps, he looked back at Gao Ming: "Situ An's layout is not limited to Hande Private Academy. Now the Investigation Bureau has lost too much power. The entire The city could be in chaos.”

"So you want us to take this opportunity to expand our strength, seize influence, and establish our own rules?" Gao Ming said sincerely to Youliang: "In the future, are you willing to work with me?"

When Youliang saw Gao Ming approaching, he turned around and ran away: "I just hope you save more people! You take care of yourself and don't become the next Situ An!"

"The tough guy is not sweet. He kind of hates our students in Class 13." Liu Yi looked at Youliang running away, dumbfounded, and forced the big ghost back with a single word.

"Youliang's reminder makes sense. I'm going to publish some game strategies on the Backwater Forum." Gao Ming walked into a future he had never experienced before, his eyes were extremely firm.

"gaming strategy?"

"Well." Gao Ming looked at the buses and school buses that were about to disappear on the horizon. Each bus was filled with classmates and ghosts: "The National Real Ghost Story Game is about to begin, and everyone will play the game I designed. .”

The dark clouds still have not dispersed, and the sun has not risen as expected, but Gao Ming's eyes are bright and full of hope. This time he will become a part of the night.

"What do you want to do? Calm down before making a decision!" Liu Yi felt that Gao Ming's answer was very scary and made everyone play a game of real ghost stories. It is estimated that these words can only be said in the late stage of phobia.

"Darkness will come anyway, so why not let us be the darkest night, which is the deepest and most evil darkness, and we can personally welcome the arrival of dawn."

(End of this chapter)