Ghost Story Game Designer

Chapter 550 Zhang Mingli

The old man held a knife in his hand, as if he was going to dig out Gao Ming's face and brain at the next moment, and insert his own incense into Gao Ming's neck.

"Apart from the night watchman, are there any other options?" Gao Ming's hand had already touched the butcher knife. He was really scared by the old night watchman. He was chatting happily in the last second, and in the next second he took out the knife to dig his face. Not only was the change fast, but it was also very natural, as if the old night watchman did it for his own good.

"The blood is rolling like wolf smoke rising into the sky. No matter how you hide it, it cannot be concealed. No matter how you seal it, it will be discovered. When the time comes, people in the town will want to sacrifice you, and people outside the town will want to eat you. Where can you escape?" The old night watchman took another step towards Gao Ming: "I am old, and the time I can stay awake after smelling the incense is getting shorter and shorter. If one day I collapse in the town, you will write my tablet and take over my night watch."

After hearing what the old night watchman said, Gao Ming's eyes were complicated. He didn't know what was enshrined in the ancestral hall in the town, but he could probably guess who left those many tablets on the altar.

"Can't the tablet of the night watchman be placed in the ancestral hall?"

"What are you talking about? The ancestral hall in this town is no longer an ancestral hall. It is not a place to worship ancestors at all." The old night watchman approached with a knife. He really wanted Gao Ming to take over from him. "A night watchman patrols the night. First of all, he must have strong yang energy and a strong life to be able to lift a lantern. You are very suitable, very suitable."

Gao Ming pulled out the butcher knife and stood on the other side of the altar: "Old man, I respect you and thank you for your help, but I have other things to do. My friends are waiting for me to rescue them. I am afraid I can't make a decision before I find them."

Gao Ming's attitude was very tough. He knew too little about this town and did not dare to choose a transformation method easily.

"The butcher's knife? Why did you provoke that madman?" The night watchman had no eyes, but the voice coming from his chest and abdomen directly pointed out where the knife in Gao Ming's hand came from. He seemed to be able to directly sense all kinds of energy in the world, such as the yang and blood in Gao Ming's body, the evil energy on the butcher knife, and the yin energy in the Zhenbei Ancestral Hall.

"I have a friend who was turned into a pig by him." Before Gao Ming could finish his words, the night watchman waved his hand.

"It's actually a pig, but it's wearing human skin." The old night watchman said, and then he reminded Gao Ming: "In this town, tell everyone you meet that."

After knowing that Gao Ming had provoked the butcher, the night watchman was obviously not so enthusiastic. He paced around the room and said, "It's the second watch at midnight. It's even more dangerous outside. If you don't go out for night patrol, it's not safe for you to stay here. The butcher might overturn the altar."

Putting down the knife in his hand, the voice in the night watchman's chest became even older: "I'll ask you again, if you are willing to be a night watchman, I can help you stop the butcher and settle the feud between you two."

It seemed that it was not easy for the night watchman to make this decision.

"My friends are still waiting for me."

"Okay." The night watchman did not force it: "It's not safe here. I'll take you to the school in town."

"School?" Gao Ming did not pass by this building when he was walking with the night watchman just now.

"The town is peaceful now, but it will get more troublesome as time goes by. When it's midnight, many things will be on the street and the town gates may be opened. You don't have much time." The night watchman bowed to the altar a few more times, took out an unlit incense stick and handed it to Gao Ming: "Keep it. When you encounter disasters that you can't resist, light it with your own blood. The more blood you have, the better the effect of burning the incense."

The night watchman was trying to help Gao Ming, but there seemed to be some selfish motives hidden behind his good intentions. He was afraid that Gao Ming would continue to ask questions, so he picked up the lantern and walked out: "The road to the school is not easy to walk, follow closely."

The hour of Hai is from approximately 21 p.m. to 23 p.m., and although the night is not yet darkest during this period, Gao Ming already feels vaguely uneasy.

The night watchman used to walk on the main roads in the village and never approached the side roads. This time, in order to send Gao Ming to school, he walked along the winding alleys for a long time. "Don't talk nonsense when you get to the school. Find a gentleman named Zhang. He is well-educated, gentle and elegant, and different from everyone else in the town." The night watchman's words attracted Gao Ming's attention. The other party should represent order in Zhemeng Town. What does the person who was praised by the night watchman correspond to?
"Are there any other good people like you in this town?"

"I can't be a good person." The night watchman waved his hands repeatedly. After changing the new incense, he walked much more vigorously.

The night watchman had no idea what Gao Ming was thinking as he walked around here and there. He just felt sorry for Gao Ming, as such a good young man had offended the butcher.

"arrive."

There were no stars or moon. The night watchman pushed open a wooden door in the darkness. The air in the yard was completely different from the outside, with a faint scent of flowers.

You can always smell the scent of incense in Zhemeng Town. If you stay there for a long time, your clothes will be stained with the smell of burning paper money. Only this small courtyard is different.

The house had yellow mud walls on all four sides and half of the tiles on the roof were missing, having been simply covered with thatch. The upper beams in the house were crooked and the lower beams were tilted. In the corners of the house stood a few rotten wooden chairs and a small wooden table with various pictures carved on it.

In the past, there were two main types of schools: Mengguan for teaching children to read and Jingguan for adults to take imperial examinations. The school in front of Gao Ming was more like a rural school built by villages and clans.

"I will be on the night watch at 11:00 p.m., so you stay here and come out after 5:00 p.m." After sending Gao Ming off, the night watchman raised his hand and knocked on a small door next to the school: "Mr. Zhang, I brought a student with me?"

After a long time, the sound of wine jars rolling was heard in the house. The small door was opened a crack, and a bearded man appeared behind the door.

He glanced at the night watchman, then at Gao Ming, his eyes full of disdain, and said something very strange: "Are you still not giving up? Bring another fool to test me?"

"Mr. Zhang, his blood is as vigorous as fire, and he has offended the butcher..."

"I see. The reasons are always the same. Can't Yongsheng Pharmaceutical come up with something new?" The man named Zhang opened the door and said to the night watchman rudely, "Go away, old man. Don't let me clean up your mess next time."

Frankly speaking, the man in the school courtyard was completely different from the image of a teacher that Gao Ming had in mind, but considering that this was in Zhemeng Town, he didn't care that much.

The night watchman bowed to the man named Zhang, and was scolded by the man for a few more words before he left.

"You know you're going to die, but you still want to come in. You're hopelessly stupid." Mr. Zhang was holding a scripture. He looked at Gao Ming who was still in a daze and asked, "What do you want to learn here?"

"I want to learn... how to kill people." Gao Ming's voice was very low, probably only he could hear it. He paused for a moment, staring at the face of the man surnamed Zhang. His mind was full of information provided by the players in the forbidden game. The person they asked Gao Ming to help find was very similar to the man in front of him, and they all had the surname Zhang: "Teacher, can you tell me your name?"

Leaning against the door frame, the man said indifferently: "Zhang Mingli."

(End of this chapter)