Ghost Story Game Designer

Chapter 522 Taboo Switch

"We must not let the owner of the house succeed!" Gao Ming has already made a judgment in his mind. Bai Huang wants to open the door to a deeper nightmare, and the owner of the house wants to bury all the testers in this dream. If he has to choose one to help, Gao Ming might stand with Bai Huang. He is also very curious about the deeper nightmare.

It's just a pity for the other testers who were not present at the time. If they knew what Bai Huang and Gao Ming were thinking, they would definitely call them crazy.

"The boat has broken through the ice and is sailing far away. If you don't come, I will go by myself!" Bai Huang didn't leave immediately. First, she knew that the East Lake was dangerous and the ice could break at any time. She had no confidence in catching up with the owner of the house. Once she fell into the lake, she would end up being eaten by a group of "fish". She not only needed the letter in Gao Ming's hand, but also needed Gao Ming to help her.

Neither the red-clothed female ghost nor the sister among the puppets could walk on the ice. The snowflakes in this middle-level dream became increasingly turbid and dirty. Misty fog poured down from the surrounding mountains, and the figure of the owner of the house gradually became blurred.

"Time is running out!"

"it is good!"

Gao Ming left the puppet, looked at the ice layer whose thickness was unknown, and stepped on it decisively.

"I'll go ahead. If I fall into the lake, you don't have to save me. Just take a detour to chase the owner of the house!" Bai Huang said in a firm tone. She never hesitated and was much braver than the male testers in the manor.

When he stepped on the ice, Gao Ming felt exactly how dangerous this was. His shoes made a creaking sound where he stepped, and tiny cracks spread with every step. The noise on the water surface would also attract the "fish" under the water, and they were all waiting for Gao Ming to fall!
"Stop dawdling and nagging! Hurry! Run!" Bai Huang waved her hand and rushed in front. There seemed to be no fear in her heart at all. She was only obsessed with entering the deep nightmare to find her children.

Speeding up, Gao Ming could clearly feel the cracks on the ice increasing in number. Under the turbid water, long black hair spread out like seaweed. Pale human faces followed Gao Ming's footsteps, with their facial features pressed against the ice. They were starving, and their mouths were open through the ice, as if they were gnawing on something.

Gao Ming was not too afraid of ghosts. This scene was more of a physiological rejection. Every cell in his body was persuading him to retreat, but he really had no reason to retreat.

"Aunt Bai is really fierce. Is this what it means to be a strong mother?" Gao Ming tried to run, and he found that the thickness of the ice on the lake was different. Some places were bitten from below and were very thin. If you stepped on them, you might break through them.

These trap-like places are often surrounded by "big fish". They hide in the deep lake, and the occasional opening of their huge eyes is enough to scare away the fish.

Bai Huang and Gao Ming were chasing desperately, and Qian Jin, who was carrying a hunting rifle, was also a little panicked. He was safe sitting in the fully armed boat, but it would take some time to break the ice with wooden paddles. He had already chosen the path with the weakest ice in advance, but he still could not increase the distance between himself and Bai Huang.

“Isn’t it good to live quietly in a dream?” Qian Jin, who was possessed by the owner of the house, seemed to remember something and spat out: “People are so easily bound by obsessions and can easily turn into monsters. It’s troublesome, too troublesome.”

Qian Jin unscrewed the bulging leather bag around his waist and squeezed out some sticky liquid. Strangely enough, after the liquid dripped onto the wood pulp, the word "forget" turned bloody. The liquid that was touched by the wood pulp was like paper and was easily torn apart.

"I've been carrying your head with me all this time just for this day. Your eyes and blood are the best weapons to destroy your own dreams." Qian Jin said with a vicious look: "After I drain your brain and leave the nightmare, I will definitely 'thank' you well and make sure that your body in reality will no longer be studied by others. I will 'reward' you with the most painful death."

Qian Jin was going to the center of East Lake. Even in the daytime, the waters there were still dark, and it was impossible to see what was hidden in the lake. The "fish school" seemed to be afraid to get too close to it. "We are almost there. They are courting death if they follow us." Qian Jin looked back, but there was a little uneasiness in his pupils. Bai Huang and Gao Ming were very close!
Twenty meters!
Ten meters!

The head in the skin could no longer squeeze out much juice. Qian Jin's wood pulp hit the ice heavily, and broken ice splashed everywhere. Without the tears and blood of the dream owner, the wood pulp would be just an ordinary thing in this nightmare, without any special features.

The lake water had already changed, but it was still some distance away from the center of East Lake, and the boat was approaching the pure black area.

Qian Jin really wanted to try harder, but the distance between the two sides was less than five meters.

"Stop!" Qian Jin threw the wood pulp on the boat, stood up with a gloomy face, and pointed the gun at Bai Huang: "If you take another step forward, I will shoot!"

The second time he was pointed at with a gun, Bai Huang did not flinch this time. He said casually, "If you said this when you were ten meters away, we might hesitate, but do you still have a chance now?"

The cold wind blew ice and snow onto the three of them, and the ice under their feet creaked. The path Qian Jin chose was the one with the thinnest ice.

"You need to reload your shotgun after each shot. At a distance of less than five meters, you can only shoot one of us at most. Regardless of whether you hit us or not, the other one of us will definitely rush over and grab you." Bai Huang's voice was cold, like a meticulously run machine. However, Gao Ming turned his head to glance at her after hearing her words.

What if Qian Jin shot him directly? The two of them had not discussed this at the beginning.

"Also, how many bullets do you have? Three? One? Or no bullets at all?" Bai Huang took a tentative step forward. Qian Jin didn't know whether he didn't notice it or for some other reason, but his finger was on the trigger but he chose not to press it.

"You are looking for death!" When things got to this point, Qian Jin's anger subsided, and he was extremely calm: "Don't you just want to enter a deeper dream? I came out from there, what he can give you, I can also! And I can guarantee that you will survive in the deep!"

"I don't believe you." Bai Huang gestured to Gao Ming, as if ready to fight to the death, and the two of them rushed forward together.

"The deeper nightmares are completely different from the middle dreams. They lead to another world. Black fog covers the sky. The despair accumulated over countless years makes up the earth. The corpses of resentful ghosts and countless wandering souls have built thirteen blood cities. There are rules of their own there. I can tell you to help you survive there!" It seemed that Qian Jin's shotgun really had few bullets left, otherwise he would not have said so much.

Bai Huang sneered and didn't believe Qian Jin's lies at all. The other party had deceived too many people.

Gao Ming, who was standing aside, seemed to be hit by something at this moment. Every word Qian Jin said set off a tsunami in his mind, especially when he heard about the thirteen blood cities, a taboo switch in his mind seemed to be triggered.

(End of this chapter)