Ghost Story Game Designer

Chapter 560 The Second Thing
The well was very deep, and when Gao Mingzhen touched the water surface, he didn't feel that cold anymore.

Reluctantly opening his eyes, Gao Ming saw the two ghosts being torn into pieces by the bones on the wall of the well, and they fell from the scriptures copied in Master Tang’s secret room.

Gao Ming grabbed it casually. It didn't feel like paper but silk. It seemed to have life and was struggling on its own.

Stuffing the copied scriptures into his sleeves, Gao Ming felt his body becoming more and more numb and breathing becoming more and more difficult. Only his heart was still beating like a ball of flame.

"It's still too risky..."

The well is connected to an underground river. Chunniang and Gao Ming walked through the narrow caves. She did not dare to go deep into the underground river, as if she was afraid of meeting the river god, so she only dared to find an exit within the town.

His consciousness became blurred, and Gao Ming could no longer tell whether it was the cold river water or Chunniang's body that was wrapping him. In a trance, he seemed to have forgotten that this was a dream, and death came silently.

Water poured into his nasal cavity and lungs. Gao Ming felt very cold. When he was about to give up, his heart was still beating unwillingly, as if it did not belong to Gao Ming alone.

A blood-red tattoo quietly emerged, and a blood city was built with his flesh and bones as the foundation. It seemed as if there were countless hands in his heart trying to grab his soul.

Chun Niang looked at the changes in Gao Ming in doubt. The nightmare barrier was torn open with a small hole, and the gap was right in Gao Ming's heart.

The dreamer discovered the world outside the dream. Which side is the dream? Which side is reality? Which side is the truth?

The snake's tail wrapped around Gao Ming. Chun Niang pulled out the scales and sent the blood into Gao Ming's mouth, temporarily prolonging his life.

The cold water flooded over his eyes, but his throat felt warm. The feeling of suffocation was fading away, and Gao Ming seemed to have received the blessing of the Styx in his nightmare.

Her black hair flowed with the water, and Chunniang dragged herself upwards, the cold feeling gradually fading away.

Water splashed and all the pressure disappeared. Gao Ming was thrown out of the water by Chun Niang, who used a relatively violent method to make Gao Ming vomit out the dirty water in his stomach.

Gasping for breath, Gao Ming seemed to have walked back from the gates of hell. There was blood on his lips and he looked very miserable.

"You help me out of trouble, and I take you away from the Tang residence. That's even." Chun Niang's eyes were cunning.

"Yes, it's even." Gao Ming recovered from the near-death state.

"But I just saved your life, so now you owe me a life." Chun Niang's tail was wrapped around Gao Ming's waist. Now Gao Ming's life and death were still in Chun Niang's hands. After touching the water, the wounds on Chun Niang's body healed rapidly, and she became younger and more beautiful.

"That makes sense." Gao Ming nodded: "I will do what I promised you."

"I'll wait for your news." Chunniang handed a scent bag she carried with her to Gao Ming: "Put the scent bag into any well in Zhemeng Town, and I will come over."

"You won't come with me?"

"Do you think I trust you?" Chunniang swung Gao Ming to the well mouth with her tail: "I'm in the underground river under the town, and I have some personal grudges to avenge."

With her black hair spread out, Chunniang sank into the water very decisively and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"If you don't trust me, then why are you talking to me so much?" Gao Ming covered his bruised arm, rolled out of the well and lay on the ground: "Zhang Mingli's mission has been completed. That guy must have a conspiracy. You have to be more careful when dealing with him." After recovering some strength, Gao Ming was ready to leave. Chun Niang sent him to an abandoned house. There were many uninhabited houses like this in Zhemeng Town.

After determining the location, Gao Ming went into the alley and ran towards the school. On the way, he took the time to look at the scriptures copied by the ghost. Unfortunately, he could not understand the words at all. After reading for a long time, his eyes would feel like they were being pricked by needles and he would feel severe pain.

Pushing open the shabby wooden door, Gao Ming, who was soaking wet, appeared at the entrance of the school holding a scripture, scaring everyone in the room.

"You actually came back alive?" Wanjie's daughter stood up in surprise. She clutched the scripture in her hand and looked at Gao Ming in disbelief.

His younger brother Wan Yang also found it unbelievable, but then he felt a strong threat from Gao Ming and tightened the knife in his sleeve.

"Why don't you two go on the mission?" Gao Ming narrowed his eyes, restraining his murderous intent.

"This..." Wan Min was a little embarrassed: "We used a stupid method. We may not succeed in the end even if we persuade them softly or hard. Besides, I reminded you when you accepted the task."

"It is because you reminded me that I am talking to you now." Gao Ming glanced at the school: "Where is Zhang Mingli?"

Wan Min did not dare to neglect and ran to the side door: "Teacher, teacher! The tester who brought the birthday gift to Master Tang is back."

The door opened, and Zhang Mingli was holding an oil lamp. He saw Gao Ming standing in the room, soaking wet. The surprise in his eyes flashed away, and his expression was calm, as if he had expected all this: "I guessed that you would return safely. Everything is within my expectations."

No one present believed his lies except Zhang Mingli himself.

Wan Min was tactful enough not to interrupt, and Wan Yang silently put away the knife.

"You asked me to deliver a birthday gift. The scrolls are all the names of Mr. Tang's deceased children and grandchildren. You turned them into ghosts and asked them to help you steal things." Gao Ming stood still: "What on earth are you planning?"

"Something that will benefit all the living." Zhang Mingli's choice of words was strange. What he was going to do would only benefit the living: "The ghosts did not return, but you are stained with their breath. I see that their fate is entangled with yours."

"Cheating me?" Gao Ming always felt that this Zhang Mingli was not the person he was looking for, or that the other party might not be the complete Zhang Mingli. Given the working style of Yongsheng Pharmaceutical, after imprisoning such an important person as Zhang Mingli, they would definitely keep him under strict supervision and would never let him run wild in a deep nightmare.

"It's not a lie. I can really see destiny." Zhang Mingli crossed his hands in front of his chest: "Your life is mixed with blood and soaked in darkness. You don't belong here, nor do you belong to reality. You should go to a deeper darkness."

Gao Ming's pupils slowly shrank. He was not sure whether Zhang Mingli was just talking casually or if he really saw something.

"The scroll copied by the ghost should be with you, right?" Zhang Mingli showed a hearty smile on his face: "Give me the scroll, it is useless to you. Next, you help me do one more thing. Regardless of success or failure, I will give you the most precious transformation method to help you completely release your nightmare and recover all your lost memories."

Zhang Mingli's last words touched Gao Ming. The transformation method he mastered seemed to be just right for Gao Ming now.

"What else do you want me to do?"

"Go to Madam Xi's house and help me find someone."

(End of this chapter)