Ghost Story Game Designer

Chapter 429 The Initial Appearance of the Future God
For many people, the future is a word full of imagination and hope, but for others, the thought of tomorrow becomes bitter.

In order to pull out the nail that the Future God had nailed into the Blood and Flesh Immortal's heart, Gao Ming entered the Future God's room and, with the help of the female ghost, touched the Future God's heart.

He wants to find the future that belongs to the God of the future among countless fantasies about the future.

Destroying the clay sculpture is to destroy the faith cohesion of the Future God, occupying the flesh and blood Son of God is to cut off the retreat of the Future God, and what Gao Ming is doing now is to kill the will of the Future God. It was the accidental "cooperation" of several Blood City candidates that gave Gao Ming this opportunity.

At this moment, he didn't know what had happened in the room. His face had changed and his consciousness sank into the deepest part of the death realm.

In the city of Hanhai, for the first time, living people and gods fought at the level of will. Any loopholes in memory and shortcomings in character would become targets for attack. They kept traveling through the future imagined by believers, dying in dreams and waking up in new dreams.

Ordinary people simply cannot bear such a desperate, seemingly endless future, but Gao Ming is an extreme exception. His previous experiences have almost experienced all the bad futures, and he has suffered more ways of death than the believers of the future god have imagined. The god who created despair met a person who had experienced all kinds of despair, and the wills of both parties were extremely firm and could not be shaken at all.

In the heart of the future god, Gao Ming has also experienced various lives, even including the ghost girl's parents. Every time he experiences a bad future, his will will be tempered and sharpened. He is like a sharp knife, piercing into the heart of the future god little by little until he finds the memory that belongs to the future god himself.

I don’t know how many times I opened my eyes, I don’t know how many times I faced despair. When Gao Ming once again broke free from the worst future in other people’s minds, he fell into a brand new memory.

This memory is different from all the previous ones. It is extremely clear, very real, and has a faint smell of incense.

As his sight moved, Gao Ming suddenly found that he could see a lot of things and the walls could not block him. He tried to move his body, but he could not feel his hands and feet.

"Whose future am I entering this time?"

Suddenly, there was a sound of the door being pushed open. Gao Ming saw an old man holding a tribute and tremblingly approaching him. He muttered something incoherently, put the tribute down, and quickly ran away.

The old door was closed again and the surroundings fell into darkness again.

"Where is this? Am I trapped? This time I have entered a future of being a vegetative state?" Gao Ming did not panic. He had experienced the future of the blind, vegetative state, and various patients before. No difficulties could really defeat him.

The passage of time began to blur. Gao Ming could no longer hear the sound of the clock hands moving, but could vaguely hear the sound of night watchmen beating in the distance.

When the door of the house was opened again, a short and fat child ran in. The little guy looked chubby, but now he looked like a thief. He ran towards Gao Ming with his short legs like a ball.

He imitated the old man, took out some offerings from his pocket and placed them on the table, then kowtowed several times in the direction of Gao Ming, muttering that he hoped he would not be bullied in the future and that his mother would get better soon. He said a lot of wishes in a row, which made Gao Ming feel both ridiculous and pitiful.

"Am I going to enter this little fat boy's memory this time? That doesn't seem right..."

As the days passed, Gao Ming could not find a way out. The old man did not come in very often. Most of the time, the little fat man would sneak in in the middle of the night to make a wish, but none of his wishes had been fulfilled.

"You know that making wishes is useless, but you still come here every day. Do you regard me as your faith?" The boy grew up slowly, and his clothes had strange patterns on them, which Gao Ming had never seen before.

"What a boring future! It's not as confrontational as the previous ones." Gao Ming yawned. His will was hidden in the darkness, and he still didn't know who or what object he was attached to.

At three o'clock in the morning, hurried footsteps suddenly sounded and cries for help were heard outside the door of the house.

The smell of blood rushed into his nose, and the lit candle fell to the ground. The old man ran into the yard holding the little fat boy and stuffed him under the altar. Then he cleaned up the traces and rushed out again.

The little fat boy was shaking with fear and he didn't even dare to cry.

Not long after, the door of the house was violently pushed open, and some villagers with partially alienated bodies walked in, holding farm tools and knives. They looked in the direction of Gao Ming and began to hesitate, as if they were a little scared and a little excited.

In the end, no one dared to come over. They put away the bloody weapons, bowed towards Gao Ming's location, and then turned and left.

These "bandits" did not close the door, so Gao Ming and the little fat man under the altar could clearly see everything that happened outside. The mansion was washed in blood, and they witnessed the entire "family annihilation" tragedy.

The smell of blood slowly turned into a stench of decay. After dawn, the fat man still didn't dare to go out. When the night of the next day came, another group of people came in to check again. After making sure that nothing was missed, they locked the door of the house before leaving.

The little fat man survived alone. He relied on the food on the altar to barely survive for some time and finally escaped.

Gao Ming also saw where he was through the broken mirror on the ground. The wall behind the altar was covered with various talismans, and it seemed that all of them were used to seal this room.

With the help of the perspective that can penetrate walls, Gao Ming's guess was confirmed. This time he entered the memory of a "haunted house".

Not just a person, he became the haunted house itself.

Maybe there was nothing wrong with the house at the beginning, but after all kinds of things happened here, it heard all kinds of voices and prayers, tasted the seven emotions and six desires, and drank a lot of blood, it slowly gained a weak consciousness.

It has accumulated the heavy time of the past and carries people's fantasies about the future. Its face is the wall covered with talismans, and its back is the ground soaked in blood.

"Is this the memory of the future god? This guy was originally a haunted house?"

After being vacant for a while, the house welcomed a new owner, but all kinds of bizarre and terrifying things still happened here. Finally, one day, the house was dilapidated and no one came in. When Gao Ming began to feel more bored, an evil idea suddenly appeared.

“Do you want to attract some living people to live here?”

(End of this chapter)