Ghost Story Game Designer

Chapter 558: Bone Painter, Soul Painter

Gao Ming crushed the birthday peaches on the ground, stepped over the fallen candlesticks, pushed aside the guests who were blocking his way, and came to the deepest part of the birthday hall.

His heart was pounding and a feeling of extreme uneasiness enveloped his whole body, as if his heart was being strangled by a pair of cold hands!
"Isn't Master Tang fighting with the butcher? Why do I feel so dangerous in the Shoutang?!"

The secret room was within reach, and he was unwilling to give up his life now. He bit his tongue hard and stepped into the secret room.

It is called a secret room, but it seems that everyone knows that there is such a room hidden deep in the Shoutang, where all of Mr. Tang’s treasures are stored.

"No, there is a conspiracy. Master Tang symbolizes the greed of the townspeople. Did he deliberately build the secret room so obviously? In order to stimulate everyone's greed?" The moment this thought popped into his mind, Gao Ming felt a chill on the back of his neck. He turned his head to look at the seats in the depths of the birthday hall. On the largest wooden chair, a gorgeous shroud was placed upright.

The clothes were made of gold threads and jade pieces. They were obviously clothes for celebrating birthdays, but they carried a strong smell of death, as if they had just been taken off a dead person. This seemed to be the true form of Mr. Tang.

"Don't take too many things from the secret room. There must be something wrong." Gao Ming is also greedy, but his greed will not get out of control and will always be bound by reason.

He flashed into the secret room, where rare treasures were placed on the shelves, books of righteousness were hidden in the bookcases, talismans, yellow paper, and geomancy tools were piled in the boxes, and a treasure bowl filled with copper coins was hidden under the seat in the middle.

Before entering the Origami Town, Gao Ming met a Wong Tai Sin disguised as a human. The other party only took a copper coin from him and let him enter the town. In other words, a copper coin could save his life. There was a whole basin of it in the secret room.

"Just grab a handful and you can live for a long time in this town." Gao Ming's inner greed was stimulated, making his mouth dry, but he just took a closer look and immediately turned around to look for the key.

"Copper coins! So much money!" A guest near the secret room did not have the self-control that Gao Ming had. After rushing into the secret room, he rushed directly to the treasure bowl. He reached his hands into the bowl, scooped out money handful by handful, took off his clothes to put them in, and some copper coins still fell to the ground.

The crisp sound attracted more guests, and more and more people flocked to the treasure bowl. They were all frantically grabbing money, but it seemed that there were endless copper coins, until someone screamed.

"Don't steal my money! This is mine, mine!" He covered his eyes, his skin cracked, and suddenly he grabbed his eye sockets hysterically. After his eyes were blinded, copper coins fell out of his eye sockets, which could only see money. The blood-stained copper coins triggered more people's madness.

"Money is the key." Gao Ming was terrified and didn't want to get close. He went around to the other side of the bookcase. The ghosts of the dead who had escaped from the scriptures were quickly flipping through the books and copying something, as if they wanted to bring the contents of the books back to Zhang Mingli in this way.

"That Zhang Mingli is indeed planning something." Gao Ming followed the ghosts and found that they finally gathered in front of a painting. The old man in the painting had white hair and a youthful face, with an immortal look and extraordinary temperament. He had nothing to do with greed at all. But looking at the text next to it, it was exactly Mr. Tang's self-portrait.

"I've searched everywhere, but I can't find the key. Did I overlook something?"

Gao Ming was staring at the portrait when Master Tang's third son ran in. His ears were cut off, leaving only one eye. He paid a heavy price to sever his connection with Master Tang. "This painting was made by the old immortal who asked the town's bone painter and soul painter. He was very satisfied with the paintings of the two masters, and he didn't want others to have their paintings painted by them, so he used the bones of the bone painter as the frame, and imprisoned the soul of the soul painter in the painting. His true treasures are all in the painting!"

The third son wiped a handful of blood from his broken ear and threw it on the painting. He pounced on the painting like a wild wolf, trying to tear it into pieces, but the painting was extremely solid. "Help me, help me! Don't grab the treasures, they are all fake, come and help me!" The third son shouted loudly, and several ghosts grabbed a corner of the canvas, deforming the portrait in the painting, but it was still far from destroying the painting.

"In the painting?" Gao Ming approached silently without making any big noise. When everyone was about to ignore him, he pulled out a butcher knife from the package and stabbed it hard at the canvas!
It was as if the blade had cut open human skin, and Master Tang, who was fighting with the butcher in the courtyard, also let out a scream.

His body moved with the tip of the knife, and countless treasures fell out from the cracks in the canvas. Several of Mr. Tang’s children all ran over to scramble for them, but Gao Ming did not touch those things and directly grabbed three of the keys.

He didn't bother to figure it out and withdrew.

Gao Ming had already sensed the strong murderous intent. He escaped from the secret room as quickly as possible and hid in the darkness.

Blood flowers bloomed on the window paper, and a huge eyeball opened right above the longevity hall, full of bloodshot and anger, looking at the secret room with a distorted gaze.

His eyes did not look at Gao Ming at first. His brain reacted in a few tenths of a second and he decisively ran to the door and rushed out of the hall. It was pitch black outside and all the lanterns were extinguished. There was only a strong smell of blood and stench, as well as terrible roars in the darkness.

Gao Ming did not choose to escape. Instead, he shot out like a sharp arrow according to the location of the wing room in his memory.

Bloody flames burst out of his heart. Gao Ming's speed in the nightmare had exceeded the limit of the human body. He himself was not aware of this as he was completely focused on avoiding the disaster.

"You've run away, silly boy." Something in the darkness wrapped Gao Ming up, a familiar smell of rouge and stench rushed into his nostrils, and his body was dragged.

The wooden door opened and closed again, and what came into Gao Ming's eyes was Chun Niang's charming face: "Did you get the things?"

From the way she addressed Gao Ming just now, it could be seen that her attitude towards Gao Ming had changed. Many men had made promises to her, but only Gao Ming really went over to her without saying a word and risked his life to take what she urgently needed.

"I found three keys. It's dangerous outside. I don't have time to take a closer look."

"Well done, very well done!" When Chun Niang saw the key in Gao Ming's hand, the excitement in her eyes could not be suppressed. She opened her mouth and wanted to laugh wildly, but because she was still trapped in Tang's house, she could only shake her body silently.

"Now is not the time to share our joy. Master Tang seems to have blocked the house, and a big mouth has grown on the courtyard wall. How can we escape?" Gao Ming still remembers the first unlucky guy who tried to escape.

"I have my own way." Chun Niang took the key to the golden lock and threw the other two to Gao Ming: "Each key in Master Tang's secret room corresponds to a town resident imprisoned by him. These two keys are considered two favors and can help you survive better in Zhemeng Town."

(End of this chapter)