Ghost Story Game Designer

Chapter 556 The gift has arrived

From the hour of Xu to the hour of Hai, the streets that the night watchman walked through underwent obvious changes. The night became darker, and the old buildings, wiped off the dust, looked eerie, mysterious and dangerous.

Blood seeped out from under the mottled wall, and the white paper lanterns were slowly dyed red. The night watchman did not deceive Gao Ming, and the Dream Town at the hour of Hai was even more terrifying than before.

"I fell asleep at the first watch of the night. Yongsheng Pharmaceutical did not completely force the testers to death, leaving everyone some time to prepare." Gao Ming's brain was working rapidly, and various thoughts collided with each other: "If players want to survive in Zhemeng Town, there are two ways to choose. Hide here and there and use their own accumulation to survive until dawn, or take the initiative to accept those terrible transformation methods and allow them to carry out inhumane transformation on themselves."

Li Zhu, Tang Hu, and Wan Min all chose the latter path. Even though they knew the transformation method was dangerous, they still wanted to give it a try.

"Perhaps there is a third option. Zhemeng Town doesn't seem to be a single dream. It seems to be a mixture of many nightmares. If we can destroy this place..."

"Are you scared?" Chunniang suddenly spoke, and her head that made men crazy was placed on Gao Ming's shoulder: "Why don't you just obey me?"

Hearing the sarcasm and teasing in Chunniang's words, Gao Ming didn't care and walked directly behind the door: "I will do the two things you said one by one."

There was surprise in her beautiful eyes. Chunniang had asked Gao Ming to burn down the ancestral hall because she thought Gao Ming would definitely not agree. She first proposed an impossible task and then proposed an easier one so that Gao Ming would accept it. However, she did not expect that Gao Ming was prepared to do both things.

The sound of the night watchman's drum came from far away and got closer. The old night watchman passed by the gate of Tang's house. He seemed to have noticed something. He walked very slowly and shouted several times, as if to remind Gao Ming.

"Get away from me, you unlucky cripple, old widower!"

"If you don't leave, I'll cut off the life incense on your neck!"

The two voices in the butcher's body rarely reached a consensus when facing the night watchman. They were very hostile to the night watchman, but they only threatened him verbally and did not take direct action, which showed that he was very afraid of the night watchman.

"The old night watchman's body is about to fall apart. Is his hidden strength really so strong?" Gao Ming peeked out through the crack in the door.

After the hour of Hai, the shadow covering the entrance of the Tang residence began to creep inward. A strong smell of blood and a large number of broken limbs and remains crawled out of the shadows and gathered together in one place. All the slaughtered souls and animals were entangled together, and evil spirits rose to the sky.

Inside the Tang residence, the servants and guests in the longevity hall were trembling with fear. All the people and objects in the residence were stuck with a thin thread similar to blood vessels, binding them to the Tang residence. It seemed as if a giant hand was hovering over the residence, controlling everything in the residence.

"Is this what they really look like? Or will I see a more terrifying side of them as time goes by?" The nightmare in Zhemeng Town is more complicated than Gao Ming expected.

The night watchman walked away, and the butcher outside the door was arrogant and unwilling to leave. Large pieces of fallen meat stained the threshold of Tang's house red.

"The birthday banquet continues." A majestic voice came from the birthday hall, carrying with it an unquestionable strength and an arrogance that looked down on everything.

"Did you hear that? This old beast is ignoring me! I'm going to put him in a millstone and grind his blood to make wine!"

"Master Tang, it's your birthday today. I haven't prepared anything. I have a fat pig at home. It's white and plump. I'll kill it and bring it to you later."

"Cowardly! Cheap! Hypocritical! Disgusting! You are worse than pigs!"

The butcher's voice became clearer and clearer, and Gao Ming could hear the strange sound of meat rubbing against each other.

After Master Tang gave the order, even though the servants in the mansion were very scared, they still chose to ignore the butcher and were busy serving dishes from the kitchen.

After a while, birthday fruits, birthday wine, and birthday fish were placed on the table, and the side room on the other side was opened. The children and grandchildren of Master Tang dressed neatly and came out one by one to kowtow to the depths of the birthday hall, wishing the birthday boy a long life, but their expressions were lifeless, as if they had been drained of their vitality. Although they looked very young, some of them had wrinkles at the corners of their eyes and their eyeballs were turbid.

Only Tang Hu seemed out of place standing there. He had a handsome face, tall stature, and extraordinary bravery. He had a calm smile on his face from beginning to end.

After the birthday gifts were delivered, the children and grandchildren gathered together, took their seats in turn, and ate birthday noodles and fruits to celebrate the birthday of Mr. Tang.

Inside the birthday hall, gifts were presented to Mr. Tang one by one, and the atmosphere was really like a birthday celebration.

Gradually, the guests began to whisper to each other, and the children and grandchildren also murmured quietly. They had been locked up in the house all year round, and tonight was a rare day when they could come out for some fresh air.

"Snapped!"

A chair deep in the hall was knocked over. The hall, which was noisy just now, became quiet in an instant, and everyone was staring in a certain direction.

Most of the birthday gifts were sorted and unpacked and sent by servants to the secret room behind the birthday hall. Only a scroll of Buddhist scriptures was left on the gift table.

The scripture was the birthday gift that Zhang Mingli asked Gao Ming to deliver. He delivered the gift before he was taken away by Tang Hu.

Seeing the scriptures at this time, Tang Hu's heart skipped a beat. Gao Ming, who was observing the situation outside, also narrowed his eyes. He had long felt that Zhang Mingli's task was not easy, but he didn't know where the problem lay.

"Who sent this birthday gift?" Mr. Tang's voice rang out in the darkness and reached the ears of every guest.

No one answered, and no guest dared to admit it.

"It's been a long time since I received such a pleasing gift." Mr. Tang's voice was still majestic, and he didn't seem angry.

Tang Hu stared at the scriptures. The birthday gift was sent by Gao Ming, but now Gao Ming has been "sacrificed" to Chun Niang. If Master Tang were to investigate further and find out what happened between him and Chun Niang, he would be the one to be skinned and have his tendons pulled out.

"Godfather, I asked my friend to find this birthday gift for you with great effort." Tang Hu hesitated for a long time, stood up respectfully, and stood at the door of the birthday hall with his head almost buried in his chest.

Since Gao Ming asked him to do something for him as a gift, he would definitely not give anything bad. Besides, as Mr. Tang just said, he hasn't received a gift that suits his taste for a long time.

"Hu'er, you've taken so much trouble to find something so hard to find." The scripture on the gift table was flipped open by some force, and inside were characters of Tang surnames, each character containing resentment: "Every name in this scripture represents one of my children, a child I killed! It's rare that you can find so many of them, and you specially gave them to me at the birthday party. Are you trying to remind your brothers and sisters not to follow in their footsteps?"

The five fingers of the giant hand covering Tang's house slightly clenched, and Tang Hu's hands and arms were instantly crushed! His eyeballs bulged out, and his chest bulged high. He wanted to speak to defend himself, but blood came out of his mouth.

"I'm still alive, but they're hoping I'll die and coveting my things. Shouldn't children like this be killed?" Mr. Tang's voice was no longer as calm as before, and his majesty was morbid: "Everything here is mine. I gave you your lives, and you are all part of me."

When the names in the scriptures were made public, Mr. Tang's children and grandchildren turned pale. They were timid and afraid, with resentment hidden in their eyes.

On the other hand, Master Tang did not notice that after he opened the scriptures, the resentment and death on those names quietly sneaked into the secret room behind the longevity hall in a very secretive way.

(End of this chapter)