Ghost Story Game Designer

Chapter 552 Birthday Banquet
As the saying goes, "too much talk will lead to mistakes." Wan Min's expression remained unchanged, but he noticed the subtle changes in Gao Ming's expression.

She didn't know which of her words aroused Gao Ming's suspicion, so she simply stopped thinking and used more truth to "lure" Gao Ming to agree.

"We are all trapped in a deep nightmare now. Dream interpretation is to release the nightmare deep in our minds and consume our mental will to distort the deep nightmare. This transformation method does not restrict the test subject too much. It does not require filling the body with foreign objects, let alone giving up the body like building a spiritual temple. Compared with the evil spirit method, which sacrifices the body and consciousness in exchange for the help of uncertain ghosts and gods, the dream interpretation method consumes consciousness and soul in exchange for one's own nightmare, which is more controllable."

"Are you familiar with various transformation methods?" Gao Ming raised his eyes.

"There is a lot of information stored in my father's notes. When everyone has completed the transformation, the three of us can continue to team up to explore the deep nightmare." The woman said it very nicely, but Gao Ming didn't take it to heart at all. The two sides didn't understand each other, and they probably didn't even know when they were sacrificed.

"Since dream interpretation has so many advantages, why do so few people choose it? There are only three of us in the academy now?"

"The dream interpretation method is hidden in a corner of the town, and the school is not something that ordinary people can find." The younger brother Wan Yang interrupted. He was not as good at disguise as his sister, and his eyes were full of vigilance and caution when he looked at Gao Ming.

"The power of ghosts and gods in nightmares is very strong, and our own nightmares cannot contend with it." Sister Wan Min explained: "Dream interpretation is only suitable for those who have experienced real terror. Only when these people's nightmares are released can ghosts and gods be frightened."

After hearing what Wan Min said, Gao Ming felt that this method of dream interpretation was quite suitable for him.

"In addition, the difficulty of obtaining the release method is also very high, and it can be ranked in the top three among the thirteen transformation methods." Wan Min also knew this, so he wanted to cooperate with Gao Ming: "Facing the fear in our hearts, enduring the pain and despair, and going through the test of illusion are all small things. We still need to complete some very outrageous tasks."

In the small house next to the school, wine jars were rolling, and the wooden door was opened again. Zhang Mingli walked out with the scriptures in his arms. He saw that Wan Min and Wan Yang did not show any abnormality, so he directly placed a copy of the scriptures in front of Gao Ming.

"It's Mr. Tang's sixty-fifth birthday. Please deliver the birthday gift to him for me."

Picking up the wet scripture, Gao Ming tried to find some clues from Zhang Mingli. Wan Min beside him whispered, "Be careful, this is the mission I mentioned."

"Okay, I'll definitely deliver it."

"Wait a minute." Zhang Mingli looked like an ancient Confucian scholar. "Do you know why Mr. Tang celebrated his 65th birthday for ten consecutive years?"

"He died at the age of sixty-five?" Gao Ming replied subconsciously.

"You are a teachable boy. Go ahead." Zhang Mingli didn't even look at Gao Ming. He turned around and stared at the Wan siblings.

Holding the scriptures, Gao Ming was a little hesitant after leaving the school. He always felt that giving this gift was not a good thing.

"The dream interpretation and transformation method may help me restore my nightmare. It's worth a risk." Gao Ming still remembered that the kid at the Zhuling Temple behind the land temple said that his captain Tang Hu was Mr. Tang's new godson. He had obtained the transformation method and level five confidentiality qualifications. This time he entered the deep nightmare purely to lead his two "brothers" to complete the test.

After walking out of the small path, Gao Ming opened the scripture and took a look. In addition to the long passages of incomprehensible text, there was also a personal name. Most of them had the surname Tang.

"This birthday gift is quite strange."

After following the night watchman for a walk, Gao Ming memorized the locations of the main buildings in the town. The Tang family mansion was also in the north, not far from the ancestral hall, and was considered a "rich and powerful family" in the town.

Moving towards Tang's residence, Gao Ming had just walked halfway when the sheepskin behind him suddenly cried loudly, as if it was frightened by something.

A few seconds later, Gao Ming suddenly realized why Yangpi was crying. He saw a large shadow on the other side of the street spreading on the ground like black blood.

"The butcher is coming!" He turned around and ran, but it was too late. Gao Ming heard the butcher's voice, which was sometimes powerful and sometimes sharp.

"Found it! You little bastard deserves to be killed!"

"Black Donkey won't lie to you. I've already said Black Donkey will never lie to you. Shopkeeper Wang is still in the millstone. Someone else stole the knife!"

"Shut your dog mouth, I know! I'm going to kill him first, and then I'll kill you!"

"I am you and you are me. Can you kill yourself?"

"Shut up! Shut up!"

The noise created a wave of sound in the street. The butcher didn't care what time of the day it was. A large shadow was cast from the corner.

Gao Ming didn't dare to look at the butcher's appearance out of curiosity. He rushed out the moment he heard the butcher's voice and ran towards North Street at the fastest speed.

Before the hour of Hai, and before the birthday celebration had begun, townspeople who wanted to attend the celebration had already appeared on the street in front of Tang's house.

These people put on heavy blush, and regardless of gender, they all put on thick powder. They were holding various gift boxes in their hands, and they looked absent-minded, as if they were worried that the gifts they gave would not suit Mr. Tang's taste and that he would blame them.

"So many people?" Gao Ming smelled a strong scent of incense from the townspeople who were giving gifts. Sometimes he would accidentally touch their clothes and some incense ash would fall on himself.

"They... are very light." Gao Ming discovered that the townspeople on the street were fundamentally different from the night watchmen and butchers he had met before. These people seemed to be made of paper.

Fearing that the butcher would come, Gao Ming squeezed a few steps forward. He saw two white longevity characters posted on the vermilion gate. The stone lions in front of the gate were blindfolded with black cloth. The gate boy was wearing a wooden mask of a big-headed doll and holding a big, pink and delicious birthday peach in his hand.

Looking further inside, the birthday hall was filled with white birthday candles and all kinds of delicious dishes were placed on the table.

There were many guests attending the birthday party on North Street, but the house seemed very deserted.

A cold wind blew, and the candles in the birthday hall swayed a few times. Then a young man in a black brocade robe walked into the yard. He kowtowed nine times respectfully towards the birthday hall.

"Foster father, it's midnight, can we start the birthday banquet?"

The man has a nice voice and is handsome.

A low roar came from deep within the Shou Hall. It was definitely not something a human could make. Gao Ming couldn't see what was inside because of the layers of windows.

Hearing the voice in the birthday hall, the man dared to stand up and walked to the door of Tang's house. The two big-headed boys carried the gift table to the door tacitly.

The guests came in one after another, placed the birthday gifts on the table, and entered the birthday hall with flattering smiles on their faces. However, what made Gao Ming feel vaguely uneasy was that even with so many people entering the birthday hall, it was still quiet and not a single sound could be heard.

"Were they all killed? Did Master Tang eat people in the birthday hall?"

(End of this chapter)