Ghost Story Game Designer

Chapter 430 I have no future
When a house starts to crave more people to live in it, it is likely to become a haunted house.

Perhaps it was because he had heard too many pleadings and prayers and seen too much blood and killing, all kinds of thoughts began to emerge uncontrollably in Gao Ming's mind, and every thought was tempting him to do things that a man should not do, such as having fun like those murderers and spying on every living person who approached.

Gao Ming had endured so much suffering, so he was naturally not disturbed by these thoughts and allowed the house to become dilapidated.

The ground cracked, the roof collapsed, weeds grew in the corners, and spider webs covered the rafters.

As the years passed, Gao Ming felt the existence of time so clearly for the first time. It seeped into the old house minute by minute, slowly corroding everything he had.

His thinking was slowing down and his consciousness was becoming blurred. Gao Ming seemed like an old monk in meditation, and turned into a stone Buddha.

After who knows how many years, the dilapidated door of the old house was pushed open again, and a pale arm holding a red lantern entered.

Dust flew everywhere, and Gao Ming slowly opened his eyes.

The big red lantern reflected the face of an old man. Gao Ming couldn't recognize him at all, but the man seemed to be very familiar with this place.

He placed the offerings one by one on the altar according to the scene in his memory, leaned against the wall covered with talismans, and began to tell his story.

The wrinkled face stared in the direction of Gao Ming. From his words, Gao Ming slowly remembered that this old man was the former fat man, the only survivor of the family massacre.

After spending his entire life, the fat boy still failed to take revenge. When he got old, he cried to Gao Ming about the injustice of fate. He hoped that everything his grandfather said was true and that there were really ghosts and gods in this world. He would take revenge even if it meant sacrificing his life and performing a blood sacrifice.

Under Gao Ming's gaze, the old man cut his wrists with a knife. His hands were covered in blood and he muttered strange spells. Like a madman, he hysterically tore off all the talismans on the wall.

In fact, those talismans were just psychological comforts. Gao Ming knew this very well because he had never felt any power from the talisman paper. Even if the old man tore up the talisman paper at this time, nothing would change.

It is just an old house, not a god. The so-called haunted house, weird, and ominous are all meanings given to it by humans.

The little fat man seemed to have heard terrible things from his family since he was a child. When he was desperate and his body could no longer support him, he placed his last hope of revenge here. But the final result made him completely desperate. No miracle happened, and the evil ghost in the haunted house did not appear.

Having lost a lot of blood, he seemed to have completely lost the courage to live. He lived until now for revenge and always wanted to kill his enemies with his own hands. If he really couldn't do it, he would release the "evil god" in the haunted house!
The evil spirit in the haunted house is a terrifying existence for everyone, but he regards it as his last resort.

"Why? Why did they do evil and kill people but nothing happened to them? Why do I have to endure all this? God! I know you are here! Can you hear my prayers? My family has worshipped you for generations, please help me, please help me!"

Only when there is absolutely no hope will one place his trust in the gods.

Many times, it is not that there really is a God in the world, but that too many people hope that a God exists.

The old man's heart-wrenching voice entered Gao Ming's mind. He seemed to be high above, looking down at the old man who was lying against the wall with blood on his hands.

The broken talisman papers on the ground were like the old man's life, none of which was complete and beautiful. His vitality slowly faded away, and when the old man died beside the altar, countless thoughts in Gao Ming's heart began to burst out uncontrollably. The old man's last obsession seemed to be imprinted in his mind, constantly echoing.

Gao Ming knew very well that he was not a god, and those chaotic thoughts also knew that they were not gods, but everything seemed to be moving in a certain direction.

Gradually, he was unable to suppress those thoughts. All kinds of terrible ideas took root in the ground like the roots of poisonous weeds. This already gloomy old house became even more ominous. Gao Ming was also greatly affected. He seemed to be swallowed by something.

He resisted with all his might, but when it came to how to treat the old man's body, Gao Ming agreed with the ideas that did not belong to him.

Without being disturbed or occupied, the old man's body was allowed to return to its roots and rot in the yard. Dandelions and flowers grew on its body. This might be the best moment of its second half of life.

The old man who had been his hope since childhood passed away. Gao Ming originally thought that he would be forgotten and slowly fade away, and survive this nightmare. But in fact, this was just the beginning of everything. The old man's death was like a spark that ignited those evil and terrifying thoughts. The old man's last call was like a hand reaching into a deep pool, stirring it constantly. No one knew what monster would be dragged up in the end!

Time passed like falling snow and flying flowers. While Gao Ming was fighting against those thoughts with all his might, more people began to become curious about the house.

They heard something from somewhere, but it seemed that this haunted house could curse enemies, deprive people of their life span, and interfere with the future.

Rumors spread, and people who were forced into a corner gradually saw this place as hope. They took the initiative to enter the "man-eating" house, using themselves as bait, in an attempt to destroy more futures.

Gao Ming's will was gradually suppressed in the confrontation, because everyone who came here had an extremely strong hope. They would rather the "God" really existed, even if it was an evil god who did all kinds of evil.

As more and more people believed in it, the influence of those thoughts became greater and greater. Enemies began to die mysteriously, and the curse came true, resulting in more believers and incense sticks in the house.

People came here with various purposes. The dilapidated old house was renovated, a strange statue was placed on the altar, and those who believed in the real existence of the evil god came together. They were willing to be possessed by those terrible thoughts and become the fingers of the god reaching out to the world.

Gao Ming was overwhelmed by the numerous thoughts. He didn't want to merge with those thoughts, but he couldn't resist. He could only watch the statue on the altar smile at him.

The blurry face on the statue gradually became clear, and the facial features were exactly like another Gao Ming. Once the statue was fully formed, Gao Ming might really not be able to turn things around.

"I can't move, I can't control, I'm just a house, how can I destroy it?"

Feeling those thoughts containing horrifying ideas, Gao Ming could only merge with them if he wanted to break the impasse, to consume the most evil and dirty side of the Future God, so that he could also control the believers. But if he did this, then in a sense he would be the Future God who caused everything.

"But I don't seem to have any other choice. Is this the message that the Future God wants to convey to me?"

The will began to devour those evil thoughts. While Gao Ming was actively polluted, he also gained control and influence over some believers.

This is a very special duel. They need to fulfill the different wishes of believers in different ways in order to compete for faith. The one who remains at the end is the real future god.

(End of this chapter)