Ghost Story Game Designer

Chapter 565: Crazy Bai Huang

"The monster in the wine jar said that Zhang Mingli was a taboo, but the night watchman had a good relationship with Zhang Mingli. Besides, I didn't feel that there was anything scary about Zhang Mingli. When I approached him, my heart didn't feel any threat. Could it be that what I saw was just a human skin with his face on it?" Gao Ming slowed down in the crowd and he thought of a possibility.

"Could it be that those evil spirits are suppressing Zhang Mingli's true body? Is that old guy so powerful?"

The monster in the wing soaked in the wedding wine began to eat people secretly. It had exposed a part of its body that could leave the wine jar. It would definitely be in trouble when Madam Xi came back. It had no time to chase Gao Ming and simply took this opportunity to eat more people to see if it could get rid of the seal.

Gao Ming, who sneaked into the wedding banquet, hid his butcher knife, held a wine glass, and moved his body while saying auspicious words. He seemed to be drunk and staggered to the main hall.

As he stepped forward, before his shoes touched the ground, Gao Ming felt a chill on the back of his neck. The coldness went along his spine and into his head, as if it was going to freeze his soul.

I looked up at the main hall and saw twenty-four pairs of chopsticks on the eight-immortals table. Each chopstick was tied with a red string and a copper coin, half-stuck in the porridge bowl.

Behind the table is a fairy palace painted all over the wall, with mist floating in the air and cranes and other magical animals looming in the palace.

The scroll was called the Picture of Twenty-Four Auspicious Omens and Happiness of Immortals, but there was no immortal figure in the picture. Gao Ming touched the bronze mirror with his elbow, adjusted the angle, and glanced at the mirror with the corner of his eye. His eyelids twitched violently.

There are indeed no immortals in the picture, but the huge eight-immortal table is surrounded by "immortals", and the appearance of each of them is enough to give children nightmares for several nights.

Some of them carried a huge "gourd" on their backs. The "gourd" was thin on the top and thick at the bottom. On the top was a baby's head, and at the bottom was what seemed to be its mother's head. Both were pierced by "wedding ropes" and were swaying as they were filled with wedding wine.

The "immortal" ate porridge and occasionally opened the "gourd" to take a sip of wine, looking so "free and easy".

Behind him, a Taoist nun in a bright red Taoist robe looked like an immortal. Her every move was fairy-like, but under her seat lay a crane woven from countless hairs.

She held the crane's neck with one hand and carefully threaded needles into the crane's body to make its wings look more fluffy.

As if it had sensed Gao Ming's arrival, the crane actually shed tears. Gao Ming even vaguely heard a woman's cry for help. No! It was the painful cries of many women!

"Don't your cranes usually dislike calling? They don't look like the ones raised by Xixianer at all. They always have sad faces, and their aggrieved look makes people feel heartbroken." The person who spoke was an old man, leaning on a cane, with white hair and beard, and holding a bloody longevity peach in his hand. If you look closely, you can find that his longevity peach looks like a human face, with a nose and a mouth.

"That wild crane must have smelled something and is missing a man." The woman with peach blossom eyes, a face covered in powder and a slick tongue, Xixian, who was half man and half woman, had red ropes wrapped around her waist, chest and arms.

The twenty-four guests in front of the Eight Immortals Table correspond exactly to the twenty-four auspicious omens in the mural. They are not gods of joy, but look strange and call themselves fairies of joy, and they are all addicted to drinking and feasting.

However, if you think they are not a threat, you are totally wrong. Gao Ming just planned to enter the main hall, but he felt the deadly murderous intent. He now understood why those guests were crowded in the courtyard and did not dare to enter the main hall which was more "joyful".

Gao Ming retracted his leg, as if he was suddenly sobered up by the alcohol. Without a second's hesitation, he turned around and left.

"There's not only Madam Xi in Xi's house, there are also twenty-four deformed ghosts who call themselves Xi Xian'er. Their clothes are different and some of them don't look like townspeople." The situation was urgent just now and Gao Ming had no time to pay attention to other things in the main hall. He could only make sure that there was no Xi Xian'er who looked like Zhang Mingli in the main hall.

Going around the side rooms on the other side, the architectural style and layout of Xi's house are different from those of Tang's house. The rooms behind the left and right side rooms, which were supposed to be prepared for servants, were designated as her own bedrooms by Madam Xi. There were large "囍" characters posted on the doors and windows. There were no couplets posted on both sides of the door frame, but two lines of poetry were posted casually. "The moon hangs on the jade branches to illuminate the new house, and the beautiful woman is ashamed to step into the mandarin ducks."

"The brocade curtains and golden pillows are fragrant, and the phoenix crown and cloud-like hair reflect the delicate bride."

On the wedding night, entering the bridal chamber, under the light of red candles, a person's shadow swayed shyly on the window paper, like a crescent moon shrouded in light smoke.

The small door is half open, and the girl in love doesn't know whether she can wait for the person she is waiting for. The agreement and promise are like the red candles before the god, bright and warm, but may be blown out by the sudden night wind in the next moment.

With a slight creaking sound, Gao Ming pushed the door open a finger's width. What he was doing now was a taboo. Although Madam Xi often got married, in the entire Xi house, besides herself, the only ones who were qualified to enter this room were Yelang and the God of Xi.

Leaning over and looking into the house, Gao Ming saw a figure from behind. The man was not very tall, but had a well-proportioned figure. His long hair was tied up like the ancients, and he was wearing a royal robe. He looked like a handsome scholar with a wealth of knowledge, or an official with a broad mind and a broad vision.

Hearing the sound of the door, the person turned her head slightly, and the candlelight shone along her cheek onto Gao Ming.

"Bai Huang?" Gao Ming stepped into the house. He and Bai Huang had agreed to enter a deep nightmare, and they finally met at the second watch.

With his hands hanging down, Bai Huang had a calm expression, and a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes: "Are you calling me? I am Bai Huang?"

"Yes, we agreed to go together..." Gao Ming stopped. Bai Huang seemed to be possessed by something. He was a suspicious person and immediately prepared to leave when he noticed something was wrong.

"I am Yelang, not Baihuang. Tonight is my wedding day and everyone who comes is a guest. If you have nowhere to go, just stay here and eat and drink." Baihuang smiled, like a Confucian scholar who was going to Beijing to take the imperial examinations. He looked handsome and elegant, and was indeed very attractive to girls.

"You don't remember me at all?"

"We know each other?"

"Gao Ming, Deep Nightmare, Tester, Eternal Life Pharmaceutical, have you forgotten all these?" Gao Ming said several key words in succession, trying to stimulate Bai Huang's memory, but the other party's reaction was very indifferent.

"I do have some impressions, but those should be scenes from a dream. I am Yelang, and I always have some strange dreams on weekdays. What you said should be scenes from my dreams." Gao Ming was surprised by Bai Huang's words. He didn't know what had happened to the other party, and he couldn't even tell the difference between reality and dreams.

"Wake up, this is the deep nightmare, what I said is reality! Think about your son, think about Bai Xiao and Bai Qiao!"

When talking about her children, Bai Huang's calm eyes rippled a little. She seemed a little confused. After thinking for a long time, she looked at Gao Ming and said, "You said they are my children, so where did you see them? In the reality you mentioned? Or in the dream you thought?"

Gao Ming opened his mouth, but was unable to answer for a moment, because he was indeed meeting Bai Xiao and Bai Qiao in his nightmare.

"Seemingly true but not true, seemingly false but not false, what appears is not what is seen, what is heard is not what is desired." Bai Huang regained his smile: "I am Yelang, entering the Worry-free Land, returning to the Illusionary Sea, Zhemeng Town has been my home from the beginning, and this is also your home."

(End of this chapter)