Chapter 2 Decent People
"ah!"
Above the Three Gorges Square, a horrifying scream suddenly rang out among the noisy crowd, and the sharp sound seemed to tear a hole in the hazy sky.
despair!
fear!
hysteria!
Like a drowning man struggling.
What kind of person would make such a sound?
What kind of despair could make one make such a desperate sound?
The busy streets seemed to be paused for a moment, and everyone's eyes were cast in the direction where the sound came from.
What followed was one scream after another, one louder than the other, and more terrifying than the last.
Fear seemed to have spread to an incomprehensible level.
At the center of the sound, a tall black figure, wrapped in wisps of black air, paced in the center of the street, exuding a suffocating sense of oppression.
There was no one around the black shadow, and the crowded avenue left only a wide road for him.
Everyone who approached him was fleeing frantically, as if the muscles and bones in their bodies were about to burst out of their bodies, or as if their souls were trembling instinctively.
The uncontrollable fear made the area around the black shadow empty, and people were fleeing in all directions around him.
Weird!
dark!
There are no words to describe this scene.
It was like a fierce ghost from hell came to the human world and enjoyed its feast.
………
At the same time, after the strange sound appeared, Wen Zhengming, who was at home, the third-rate web game on his mobile phone suddenly disappeared, and was replaced by a huge projection in the air in front of him.
The progressive aerial projection, full of science fiction, seemed to have transcended time and space to appear in front of Wen Zhengming, showing the advanced technology of who knows how many years from now.
And on the projection was the two-dimensional map he had just projected - the Three Gorges Square in Chongqing.
On the huge map he had just put up, the head of the "dead ghost" began to move within the range he had specified.
There are several buttons next to the dead ghost: mission, range migration, and role-playing.
The border of the button is inlaid with a circle of gold, indicating that it can be selected.
Everything is filled with a dreamy atmosphere.
Wen Zhengming was stunned for a long time before he came to his senses. He muttered to himself uncertainly:
"Is this... the golden finger that I'm twenty-four years late for?"
He looked at the "dead ghost" moving in the air, then looked at his own hands, and could hardly believe that this was actually true.
"God, you've been kind to me after all. I was wondering how come there's no golden finger when something as outrageous as time travel has happened?"
Wen Zhengming felt an uncontrollable excitement in his heart and he couldn't help laughing.
"No, calm down. I'm a gentleman, well, a respectable person."
"call!"
Wen Zhengming let out a long sigh, forcibly suppressed his excitement, and immediately focused his attention on the projection in the air in front of him.
The map is manipulable, and under Wen Zhengming's manipulation, the perspective changes from two dimensions to three dimensions.
Above the Three Gorges Square, all life and buildings turned into three-dimensional projections and appeared in front of Wen Zhengming's eyes. Among the towering skyscrapers, a black shadow stood out.
"This is?"
An open space appeared on the square, and a huge black figure stood in the center of the space, while people from all directions were running wildly in the direction away from the dead ghost like crazy.
Wen Zhengming recognized the black shadow. It was the game character he had just edited - the dead ghost.
"So... as long as the characters I created are released, they will really appear in this world?"
The moment Wen Zhengming saw the dead ghost, he seemed to have some understanding of what this game was.
Creating something out of nothing, creating something out of nothing.
He is able to create game characters in the real world, and he can even give them terrifying powers.
"This... is truly the power of the Creator, but... I seem to have understood it a little late."
Wen Zhengming couldn't help but smile bitterly.
The first problem he needs to face now is the dead ghost he created himself.
It shouldn't be here.
Wen Zhengming lived in Chongqing, and some of his friends also lived in Chongqing.
He is putting a ghost at his own doorstep.
What is this?
Sexy ghost, blocking the door online?
"We have to deal with it first!"
Wen Zhengming looked at the three buttons next to the dead ghost character on the projection: mission, range transfer, and role playing.
He clicked on "Range Migration", but was prompted that "Only a Level 2 game designer can perform range migration for characters of levels 0-9."
Wen Zhengming then clicked on "Task" again, and got the same prompt: "Only a second-level game designer can assign tasks to characters of levels 0-9."
None of them work!
Wen Zhengming frowned and clicked the last button "Play".
A bright flash of light appeared on the gold border above the play button.
The next moment, it was as if watching time and space shift, and everything around changed.
Wen Zhengming was no longer at the desk in his room, but appeared on a busy avenue. People were running away in front of him, and there were screams everywhere.
Above the Three Gorges Square, with the arrival of Wen Zhengming, the black figure that was patrolling his territory suddenly stopped.
But the terrified citizens did not stop and continued to flee in all directions.
Wen Zhengming recognized this place. It was the Three Gorges Square not far from his home, and it was also the place where he had just released the "Dead Ghost".
He raised his hands and looked at his own hands. He didn't know when his hands had turned into a pair of huge ghost hands. Nails shining with cold light protruded from the black air, as if they wanted to rip people open.
These hands belong to the dead ghost he just set up.
This thought appeared in Wen Zhengming's mind, and he immediately realized that his consciousness appeared in the body of the dead ghost.
Wen Zhengming subconsciously moved his body, and his whole body became unusually flexible.
And at the edge of his vision, there was a button: Exit Play.
The button also has a gold border to indicate that it can be selected.
So, “acting” means immersing yourself in the role?
Wen Zhengming quickly figured out the meaning.
Then, can I make the possessed "dead ghost" escape from Yucheng while "playing"?
If he could take him out of Yucheng, where should he take him?
If brought out of here, will the "dead ghost" get out of control?
On the square, a huge black shadow stopped for the first time. Among the chaotic crowd, it looked at the sky, as if thinking about something.
He was like a dark sculpture, exuding a sense of fear, and seemed to symbolize the beginning of a strange era.
(End of this chapter)
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