Ghost Story Game Designer

Chapter 561 The groom is called Bai Huang
Gao Ming frowned when he heard the second thing Zhang Mingli said. Madam Xi's house was about the same size as Tang's. She and Master Tang were both very terrifying figures in Zhemeng Town. Normal people would not even have time to try to curry favor with them, let alone provoke them.

"How dare you open your mouth!" Gao Ming turned his hand back. He was not trying to get the scriptures, but was preparing to draw the butcher knife.

"I know Madam Xi's house is very dangerous, but doesn't this just prove my sincerity?" Zhang Mingli leaned against the door frame. He looked very tired, as if he hadn't had a good rest for a long time. "I could have waited until I got the scriptures before telling you the truth, but I didn't. I'll tell you everything honestly. The choice is still in your hands."

"Then should I still praise you?" In Gao Ming's eyes, Zhang Mingli no longer had any dignity as a teacher. His temperament was incompatible with that of a teacher, and no one knew what he actually did in reality.

"Besides me, have you ever heard the word honesty in this nightmare? Will anyone say these two words?" Zhang Mingli was neither anxious nor impatient. He seemed to have been well-read and self-cultivating, but Gao Ming didn't believe a word he said. Those who could survive this deep nightmare were all ruthless people.

Compared to when he first entered the nightmare, Gao Ming now has other "backers". Chunniang can provide him with a lot of information, so that he is no longer blind. Although Chunniang is also twisted and perverted, Gao Ming always feels that she is much simpler than Zhang Mingli. At least when dealing with her, he will not be sold out and still help the other party count money.

"You really won't do anything until you see something good." Zhang Mingli folded his hands in front of his chest. He looked Gao Ming up and down. "How about this, I will tell you part of the method to release the nightmare first. You give me the scripture. When you bring the person I'm looking for out of Madam Xi's house, I will give you the complete transformation method."

Without waiting for Gao Ming to refuse, Zhang Mingli took out a small wooden box from his arms. The four sides were blood red and engraved with a lot of scriptures and names. Each name seemed to represent a living person. This small wooden box reminded Gao Ming of the stone tablet at the entrance of Zhemeng Town. The two seemed to be made with the same principle.

"This thing is the key to releasing your inner nightmare. It is also a treasure that can drive all the townspeople crazy. I am giving it to you now."

"A box?" Gao Ming didn't take it, fearing that there might be a curse or a trap on it.

"Is this a shrine without a god?!" Wan Min, who was standing nearby, had been keeping an eye on Gao Ming. When she saw what Zhang Mingli handed over to Gao Ming, she couldn't hide the surprise on her face.

"That's right. To release nightmares, you need three items: Dream Guide, Soul Fire, and Shrine. To put it simply, you can regard the nightmare deep in your heart as your own god. Dream Guide and Soul Fire are the incense for communicating with the gods, and the ownerless shrine is the incense burner for receiving the gods. The reason why this transformation method has the least constraints for poor people like you is because it has extremely high requirements for external objects. Even if ordinary people know the method, it is difficult to replace it with blood and flesh sacrifices."

Zhang Mingli stuffed the box into Gao Ming's hands in front of the Wan brothers and sisters: "When you come back from the wedding house, I will give you the dream guide and teach you how to ignite the soul fire."

Noticing Wan Min's greedy gaze, Gao Ming felt that the ownerless shrine was like a hot potato. For a hungry person, it was sweet and delicious and could save lives, but if swallowed whole, it would only burn the throat.

"Can you give me the scroll now?" Zhang Mingli didn't seem to be afraid that Gao Ming would run away with the shrine. "It's useless for you to take the scroll. Master Tang will track you down by following his aura. Why bother?"

Gao Ming released the butcher knife and threw the scriptures copied by the ghosts to Zhang Mingli: "What is written in this scripture?"

"You are asking me this deliberately because you don't understand it?" Zhang Mingli opened the scripture and smiled with satisfaction: "This is what Master Tang dreamed of. Every word represents a person. Only by getting this scripture can I kill that greedy old immortal."

"Then you asked me to go to Madam Xi's house to find someone, is it also to deal with Madam Xi?" Gao Ming was shocked. Zhang Mingli looked ordinary, but he was actually very bold and dared to plot against anyone.

Shaking his head, Zhang Mingli changed the subject: "Don't ask so many questions. Keep it secret. You just need to find someone who looks exactly like me in the wedding house and bring him out."

"Looks like you?"

"Yes." Zhang Mingli added anxiously, "Maybe it doesn't have to be a human. Whether it's a pig, dog, cow, sheep, or a utensil or plate, as long as it has my face, you have to find a way to bring it out."

"It's the second watch of the night watch at midnight. Close the doors and windows to prevent theft!" The night watchman's voice could be heard from far outside the courtyard wall. He seemed to have gotten rid of the stone lions of the Tang residence and continued to beat the watch on the street. "Go ahead. It will be more dangerous at the third watch. You still have a chance to come back alive." Zhang Mingli waved his hand and gave Gao Ming another exquisite dressing box. There were two small doors in front of the box, with handles on both sides, and it was decorated with phoenixes, flowers and birds, and there was a faint fragrance.

Carrying a tattered package and a heavy suitcase, he ran into the night.

He wanted to meet the old night watchman and talk about some things, but unfortunately the old night watchman seemed to be avoiding him as if he were the plague god.

After going around in circles, Gao Ming returned to the entrance of his town. When he first came to Zhemeng Town, he saw a large house with a very high threshold. According to Zhang Mingli's information, that was the wedding house.

"I came back here after going around in circles. I've been chased by them before. They are a group of invisible people."

The noise in the north of the town was weakening, and Gao Ming didn't know what the situation was like at Tang's house.

"Chun Niang's clothes have wrapped the butcher knife, so the smell has not leaked out. The butcher must still think that the thief who stole the knife is still in the Tang residence, and he will not let it go."

Paper money was flying in the streets and the red lanterns above were swaying slightly. Gao Ming endured the discomfort and gently pushed open the red door of the wedding house.

There was no one in the yard, but the sounds of footsteps, conversations, and clinking glasses came into Gao Ming's ears from all directions.

"A guest has arrived! Please come in!"

Although he couldn't see anything, Gao Ming felt that the voice was speaking to him. The next moment, he felt someone grabbing his wrist and pulling him to the corner of the wedding banquet very affectionately.

Gao Ming was the only person in the house, but when he walked to the corner, he came into contact with many "people".

"The yard is actually full of people?"

The surroundings were very noisy and lively, but Gao Ming could not see anything. After the man led him here, he seemed to have left.

Carrying the box, Gao Ming looked around. The yard was decorated with lights and was even more lively than when he came here before. The number of "囍" characters on the walls and windows had also increased several times.

Looking further into the main hall, there were two pieces of Gengtie with birth dates written on them placed at the bottom of a clean teacup in front of the Kitchen God statue. One of the names caught Gao Ming's attention.

"White Phoenix?"

In ancient times, when people got married, their parents would decide whether the couple were a good match or not. If they thought their birth dates were compatible, they would exchange “Geng Tie” (a Chinese zodiac sign).

"Bai Huang was chosen by Madam Xi?"

(End of this chapter)