Ghost Story Game Designer

Chapter 547 You can’t possibly bury me?

Holding the wax-sealed mud pill, Gao Ming nodded: "I will help you deliver the things, is there anything else you want to tell me?"

"The butcher's house, the meat shop and the feeding house represent a reform method, but the butcher went crazy for some reason and killed the owner of the butcher shop and overturned the shop. Now he is looking for the owner of the feeding house." The white pig's face was pale in his throat, but he still tempted him, "I don't know when the butcher will come back. The knives used to kill pigs in the house are all treasures. They can kill ghosts and suppress evil spirits. If you need them, you can choose one and take it away. Don't be greedy."

"If I take the butcher's knife, won't he come after me?" Gao Ming did not touch anything in the house, but he guessed that the butcher went to the butcher shop to look for his lost butcher knife, and the knife was on him at the moment.

"He is crazy, his mind is not clear and his memory is very poor. This is information I got at the risk of my life." The human face was about to say something when violent shouting suddenly came from the street outside the courtyard wall.

"My knife was stolen! Shopkeeper Wang stole my knife!"

Gao Ming climbed up the wall and lay on the top, blending into the darkness, staring at the door of the butcher shop.

The wooden door was half open, candles flickered in the butcher's shop, and a large shadow was cast on the street like a rolling wave.

"Manager Wang is dead, you idiot. You killed him and ground him into bloody tofu!"

The powerful voice suddenly became shrill, as if someone suddenly pinched his throat with his hands.

"I killed him? That's right! He's dead! I grabbed his chin and stabbed the knife straight into his throat, piercing his heart!" The voice became heavy again: "No, no! Shopkeeper Wang is dead, then who stole my knife! He's still alive! He's not dead yet! He even asked the black donkey to give birth to a son for him!"

"Shut up! It's so noisy!"

"I have to kill the black donkey!"

"If you dare to kill her, I will tear you apart!" The shrill voice became more hysterical, and the powerful voice seemed to be sick as well.

"Damn it! She deserves to die, and you deserve to die too! Kill, kill, kill, kill. I'm going to open your family tree, line by line! Page by page! Kill them one by one!"

"Bang!" The candlestick was pushed down and the shadow spread rapidly. Gao Ming felt threatened and jumped over the wall to escape.

He sensed a shadow approaching and ran half a block before he got rid of it.

"The butcher mistook the family tree for a recipe." Gao Ming noticed that the butcher was not in the right state: "The butcher has two voices, as if he is schizophrenic. Black Donkey is a test subject who was originally bullied by Shopkeeper Wang. The butcher killed Shopkeeper Wang but spared Black Donkey."

With the butcher's violent character, he would definitely kill them all. The rescue of the black donkey was probably related to another sharp sound coming from the butcher's body. Gao Ming suspected that the owner of that sound was the tester, who used some method to share a body with the butcher and drove the butcher crazy.

Zhemeng Town is the last test for the testers of Yongsheng Pharmaceutical. It is the core of the secrets of Yongsheng Pharmaceutical. The testers who can survive in the town must be extraordinary. Among them, there may be players of the forbidden game who have been imprisoned here by Yongsheng Pharmaceutical.

"The face in the white pig said that everything in Zhemeng Town is an image, and has a corresponding entity in reality. Then what does the butcher represent?"

Gao Ming was running in the night, his footsteps were as light as a civet cat. When he passed several houses, he sensed that something strange was happening inside, but he did not stop and reached the west street of the town as quickly as possible.

This street leads directly to the west gate of Zhemeng Town. There is no stone beam at the west gate, but only some fences and stone tablets standing randomly. There are also many abandoned old houses nearby.

It seemed that no one had lived in the west for a long time. The buildings were covered with dust and had a run-down feel.

After arriving here, Gao Ming was extremely alert. After eating the flesh and blood fruit, his eyes showed various changes in the nightmare, the most obvious of which was that his eyesight was exceptionally good. The west gate of the village seemed very close at the end of the west street of the town, but in Gao Ming's eyes, this street seemed to have no end, and the large number of abandoned houses was also very strange. When he looked at the gate of the west street, he felt that countless pairs of eyes were also staring at him.

He originally thought there were people hiding in the windows of the houses, but slowly, he discovered that the windows themselves were staring at him like eyes.

"This West Street... is a bit evil."

Holding the mud pill, Gao Ming was a little hesitant. Just as he had the idea of ​​moving away, his eyes happened to see the land temple that the human face mentioned.

The temple is not big. The surface of the bricks and tiles is coated with rice paste and there are colorful ribbons for praying for blessings tied around it. There are piles of incense ash at the entrance of the temple. The land god inside the temple has a kind face, but the painted colors have fallen off over the years and are mottled, making it look a bit weird.

"The old man is smiling at me?"

Just as he was about to leave, he saw the building he was looking for. Gao Ming recalled what the human face said and became more cautious.

After making sure that the butcher knife was within reach, Gao Ming slowed down his pace and moved forward little by little.

"There are candles lit in the night temple outside the town, but the temple inside the town is pitch black. It's strange, really strange." Dreaming of a temple is usually a good sign, but in this dream, Gao Ming didn't know what the temple symbolized.

Coming to the side of the land temple, Gao Ming deliberately avoided looking at the statue. He could feel a terrifying gaze staring at him. As he got closer to the land temple, the feeling of oppression became stronger.

A copper coin fell into his hand. Gao Ming prepared the copper coin with one hand and drew his sword with the other. He walked past the land temple step by step, but the unexpected incident he had imagined did not happen.

Not daring to relax, Gao Ming looked at the dilapidated house behind the temple. Compared with other houses, this house was exposed to wind on all sides. Not to mention windows, even the walls were not built.

There were green bricks and yellow mud scattered on the ground, and inside the house was an unfinished stove and a half-built bed.

There stood a very thick wooden pillar in the middle of the room. When Gao Ming approached, the human face carved on the pillar slowly opened its eyes.

At the same time, the clay statue in the north corner of the room also showed a terrified expression, as if the person he was waiting for did not come back and was now in a very dangerous situation.

"Zhulingguan?"

Gao Ming narrowed his eyes and looked around the house. His sight happened to meet the person in the wooden beam. The other person was a little afraid, but could not communicate with Gao Ming. The stove ash "borrowed" from someone else's house on the ground was blown up, forming lines of text.

"Please be merciful, my friend. Once the temple is built, I will leave the door open for you. You can enter at any time to escape disasters."

The face of the man on the wooden pillar was full of sincerity, and the words under the stove ash seemed to be his inner voice.

"Can a living person really build himself into a spiritual temple?" Gao Ming was surprised, and many fragments of memory emerged in his mind. In the nightmare he fell into when he was unconscious, were there many buildings "built" by living people? Could the city itself be a huge spiritual temple?

An image of a huge tomb popped up in Gao Ming's mind. He didn't know who was buried in the tomb, but he always felt that he had an unbreakable connection with the tomb.

"You can't possibly bury me, right?"

(End of this chapter)