Ghost Story Game Designer

Chapter 567: Embracing Corpses

"What else do you know about the wedding house?" Gao Ming got up from the ground, still keeping a safe distance from Bai Huang.

"I only know that the God of Joy is getting married tonight, and everyone at the wedding banquet will be blessed. From now on, good luck will come to us and disasters will not bother us." Bai Huang had a headache. When she thought for a long time, red lines would appear in her pupils, but she herself was completely unaware.

Taking another step back, Gao Ming still hadn't forgotten his main mission: "Have you seen a man in the wedding house? His name is Zhang Mingli."

Gao Ming told Bai Huang what Zhang Mingli looked like. Unexpectedly, Bai Huang nodded and told Gao Ming a very important piece of information.

"There is a cellar in Xi's house. That's where Yelang is selected. In the wine jar at the innermost part of the cellar is a man who looks just like what you said, at least his face is the same. His body..." Bai Huang thought for a long time before gesturing with his hands and saying, "His body and face are not coordinated. It is said that he is Madam Xi's first husband and the first Yelang."

Bai Huang's words made Gao Ming think deeply. From her description, it seemed that the God of Joy also imprisoned a part of Zhang Mingli. What was so special about the true body of the teacher who held the scriptures every day?

"Can you take me over there to have a look?"

Just as Gao Ming finished speaking, before Bai Huang could reply, the peach blossom-eyed Xi Xian'er's frivolous voice came from outside the door: "The wedding night hasn't even started yet, why are the candles out? Yelang, Yelang, are you in the room?"

Bai Huang and Gao Ming looked at each other, and she relit the candle.

As the firelight shone, the air was filled with joy. The words "happiness" on the wall became bright again, and the broken red ropes on the ground began to twist. Bai Huang frowned and clenched his fists, as if his will was struggling with something.

The broken red ropes on the ground climbed up along Bai Huang's feet like little snakes, and were about to drill into the auspicious clothes. Gao Ming pushed Bai Huang away.

He didn't care about the things in the house at all. He stepped on the red rope with one foot and grabbed the candlestick on the table with one hand.

The flickering flame of the wedding candle illuminated the largest "囍" character on the bedside.

"Can't you bring me joy? Let me see if your joy can fill my despair." The candlelight ignited the word "happiness". The wax and the ashes of the word "happiness" fell on Gao Ming's heart, burning the Blood City Tattoo.

Previously, joy had invaded his body and stimulated Gao Ming's heart. Now Gao Ming took the initiative and wanted to use the power of the God of Joy to forcibly reveal the secret in his heart.

Big drops of sweat flowed down, and Gao Ming's face was full of bulging blood vessels due to pain. It seemed as if a big red evil ghost was locked up in the bridal chamber, madly chewing up all the pleasure.

"Yelang, Yelang, are you in the house? The auspicious time has come, don't let your wife wait anxiously."

"Call the twenty-four happy fairies, prepare five-colored yarn, prepare noodle soup and fruit, present the phoenix crown and bridal robe, the offspring bag, and the silver." Bai Huang paused for a moment. She didn't remember clearly what she had to prepare. She just shouted outside the house to buy time, "Hurry up and prepare it."

"Got it."

Not long after Xixian's voice outside the door disappeared, all the candles in the room went out again, which scared Bai Huang. She had been fighting against a certain will, but now she suddenly could not sense the existence of that will at all.

Looking at Gao Ming, he was bleeding from his heart, and the hot blood mixed with the ashes of the word "happiness" watered the strange tattoo on his body, making the blood city come alive, as if Gao Ming was the blood city itself. Looking at his skin, one could enter another world.

"Gao Ming?" Bai Huang pushed Gao Ming uncertainly. Looking up, Gao Ming's eyes were pierced by blood, and there was a faint smell of meat wafting from his body. It was not the smell of a fragrance, nor was it body odor. It was a very delicious smell of flesh and blood that would make people hungry.

"I remembered some things again. In the deep nightmare, it seems that I can break the seal more easily and release the things hidden in my heart." Gao Ming did not tell Bai Huang what he saw. His eyes lost a bit of clarity, but became deeper and heavier.

"What do you have in your heart?"

"Maybe it's a ghost in red, maybe it's a god with four faces and eight arms, maybe it's millions of dead me, maybe it's a broken and hopeless blood city." Gao Ming threw away the melted candlestick: "I don't know, and I don't know if it's right to continue? Or is it wrong?"

"Why did you suddenly waver?"

"Reality has not treated me unfairly. At least I am living a good life now. But if I continue to dig deeper, perhaps all the disasters will return, and I will bear those pains again." Some fragments of memory flashed through Gao Ming's mind, and the crack in his heart had already been torn very large.

"Pain and despair will not disappear out of thin air. If you don't bear the despair that should belong to you, then there must be innocent people who bear it for you." Bai Huang hesitated to speak, and finally asked: "Did you see Bai Xiao and Bai Qiao?"

"They seem to be in my heart, not only them, but also many others..."

The sound of firecrackers rang out on the street outside, and Gao Ming's subsequent words were drowned out, so no one could hear them clearly.

"The auspicious time has come. I am going to marry Madam Xi." Bai Huang seemed to have made up her mind: "I will attract the attention of the guests and Xi Xian later. You go to the backyard cellar to rescue Zhang Mingli. Madam Xi's attitude towards Yelang is just like clothes, but she cares about the first Yelang very much. She wants him to die, so there must be a hidden story."

After adjusting his clothes in front of the bronze mirror, Bai Huang pushed open the door. After making sure that there was no one else around, he waved to Gao Ming and walked towards the main hall alone.

The wedding banquet was like a surging sea of ​​blood, and the White Phoenix was like a lone boat, going upstream, swaying yet determined.

The twenty-four Xixianers were blocked in the main hall, and Gao Ming came to the backyard along the wall.

Although it is a backyard, it is very clean. There are four sheep in the shed. Their eyes are lively and their gazes are very similar to those of humans.

When the lid of the cellar was opened, a foul odor came up immediately.

There were incense sticks everywhere in the wedding house, and even the wood gave off a scent, but this cellar was filled with a foul stench, in stark contrast to the bright and beautiful building outside.

Taking out a bronze mirror, Gao Ming saw that the stairs in the cellar were the backs of corpses, and the handrails were shaved arm bones. Walking down the stairs, he saw that the cellar was full of corpses hugging each other.

Some were having sex, some were holding hands and chatting, and some were trying to get close to each other and snuggling with each other. Love, family, friendship, and all the human relationships were "perfect" here. The strangest thing was that the expressions on the faces of all the dead in the cellar were smiling and satisfied. There was no fear of death, nor pain or despair.

The cellar was smelly, the stinkiest place in the deep nightmare, but it was also filled with a special kind of beauty. Death was no longer desolate, and it even aroused a trace of yearning for a higher life. Of course, this dangerous idea was ruthlessly suppressed as soon as it appeared.

When walking past various corpses, Gao Ming would sometimes accidentally touch one of the "people" and his will would be directly dragged into the other person's beautiful fantasy, feeling the joy in the other person's memory.

(End of this chapter)