Ghost Story Game Designer

Chapter 583 I understand! (Happy New Year's Eve!)
Three meters, five meters, seven meters!

The nightmare in Gao Ming's heart spread in Zhemeng Town. The shadows of ghosts and gods became more and more real, and the eight arms bloomed behind him like flowers of flesh and blood!
With flesh and blood ghosts as the center, other things began to appear in Gao Ming's nightmare, including believers without facial features, seriously alienated patients, and vaguely an evil ghost wearing a red raincoat.

"Come out, come out! Don't be completely embedded in my heart!"

Gao Ming was crying out in pain, and the situation of the two Hexians was even worse. The Xixians that were merged with it began to resist, screaming and trying to escape.

Despair washed over everyone within the range of the high-life nightmare like a vast ocean. The blessing from the God of Joy on the Happy Immortals became dim. In order to avoid being eroded by despair, some of the Happy Immortals were willing to throw away the blessing from the God of Joy and escape.

"No one is allowed to leave! The God of Joy will be back soon, put away your little thoughts!" The voices of the two immortals He and He were like loud bells, and their huge bodies were like the Chinese character "囍". They knew that they could not control the situation any more, so they bowed towards the Temple of Joy, and countless words of blessing were waving like golden ribbons, and all the joy turned into a big lock pressing down on Gao Ming.

"Listen, listen, listen. You must respect your parents, be of one mind with your brothers and sisters, and don't listen to slanderous words."

"God's will is the same as ours. Don't do anything that will make you feel guilty. There is a clear sky above your head."

"You, you, you have joy and sorrow. The world's suffering and happiness are not equal. All things are determined by heaven and are not free."

"Life, life, life, the five elements and eight characters are all predetermined. Don't calculate what others have. Wealth and poverty are all determined by fate!"

The big lock formed by joy is about to seal off Gao Ming's everything. It seems that his spirit, will and soul do not belong to him, and he must obey the guidance of the god of joy.

The spread of the nightmare slowed down, and the two immortals He and He shouted loudly, describing Gao Ming's new destiny, which was a common method used by the God of Joy.

They don't even want to turn Gao Ming into a cripple. They just want to use the power of the God of Joy to deprive Gao Ming of his despair and nightmares, and stop him from going crazy until the ceremony is over and the God of Joy descends.

The pain in his heart was obviously alleviated. Even with the big lock pressing on his body, Gao Ming actually felt very comfortable. This relaxation and happiness reminded him of one thing.

Since Gao Ming woke up from the nightmare, the people he met in reality were pretty nice. Liu Yi's meticulous care made him unwilling to destroy this beauty. It seemed as if there was a mysterious force correcting his wrong fate and putting everything back on track.

That power is just like the two immortals He and He. It uses happiness and joy to paralyze Gao Ming, and uses sealing and erasing memories to deprive him of despair. That power hopes that Gao Ming will never explore the truth, and just live in the happiness it has woven.

"Everything is determined by fate. No one has any control over it? So this is the effect you want, and this is your usual method!" The pain of being deceived was injected into his heart, but the despair and anger were suppressed by the joy, and the only emotion left in Gao Ming's heart was joy.

"Isn't it good to live like this? Be happy, don't fight or compete, and don't worry." The two immortals of harmony and unity were under great pressure, and their words were full of temptation. They tried their best to stabilize their lives: "This is the great wisdom of dealing with the world, retreat in order to advance, overcome hardness with softness, and inaction is action!"

"Do nothing and leave everything to unpredictable gods and illusory fate? Ridiculous! I only see cowardice in you! Leave everything to fate, don't be the first to stand out, and each take care of the snow in front of your own door. If everyone does this, then all living beings will be prey to the gods! No wonder evil spirits are rampant in Zhemeng Town, and there are tricks everywhere to turn people into animals and objects! I have seen it clearly, I have understood it thoroughly! This life must be in my own hands, otherwise the pigs, dogs, cows and sheep in Zhemeng Town will be my final fate!"

After understanding it thoroughly, Gao Ming was truly determined in his thoughts. He did not want false beauty, he wanted to firmly grasp his own destiny! The ghosts from his nightmares roared to the sky. Gao Ming tore apart the joy bestowed on him by the two immortals of harmony and unity with his own hands, smashed the big lock together with the flesh and blood ghosts, and let the boundless despair drown his body!
The smiles on the faces of the two immortals He and He finally disappeared. If eyes could speak, the way they looked at Gao Ming would be the most vicious curse words in the world.

The beauty that he had painstakingly woven was shattered to pieces, and Gao Ming insisted on taking them with him into despair. No amount of joy could fill Gao Ming's broken heart.

The room hidden in Gao Ming's heart had more and more cracks, and nightmares gushed out, expanding to ten meters around, completely enveloping the huge Hehe Immortals.

Their wills wavered, and the indestructible golden bodies of the two immortals of harmony and unity began to rot. Their joy was exhausted, and they could no longer return the damage they had suffered to Gao Ming.

The most difficult link was solved, and the phantom arm of the flesh and blood ghost god directly pierced through the big stomachs of the two immortals and swallowed their hearts and the hearts of other happy immortals.

"Roar!"

The ghosts and gods almost solidified into substance, but without joy to help alleviate the pain, Gao Ming, who was bearing the despair alone, instantly fell into a semi-crazy state. He could not tell whether he was living in reality or a dream. There were too many fragments of memories in the nightmare in his heart, so many that even his memories in reality began to become confused.

"Gao Ming! Gao Ming!" Fu Shu shouted, "Save Bai Huang! Think about why you came here! Don't go crazy!"

He talked about what Gao Ming had not finished, one sentence at a time, and recounted what had happened after the two met. He only breathed a sigh of relief when Gao Ming's expression was no longer so painful.

The nightmare did not get out of control. It began to shrink little by little. After the door of the shrine was closed, it all gathered back into Gao Ming's heart.

With his skin torn and a big hole in his stomach that was healing, Gao Ming looked extremely miserable, but in fact he had gained a lot. He had mastered the dream interpretation method and the range of nightmare influence had expanded to ten meters. Within this range, he was not restricted by the rules of Zhemeng Town.

"Kid, tell me the people and things you care about, as well as your unfulfilled wishes. The next time you go crazy, I will be the anchor to stabilize you." Fu Shu's voice was hoarse. He was really scared by Gao Ming.

"After all, he is a cultured man and he still wants to be my anchor." Gao Ming shook his head. He knew Fu Shu had good intentions, but there were some things he still wanted to keep to himself.

Holding a butcher knife, Gao Ming pushed open the door of the Xi Temple, and this time no one stopped him.

Inside the heavy red wooden door is a strange temple hung with silk and colored paper. There are no statues, plaques, or offerings commonly seen in other temples. There are twenty-four extinguished lamps at the entrance, and on the walls are hung wedding invitations that exude a festive atmosphere and are inscribed with the birth dates of different people.

"Then each wedding invitation represents a dream, representing the brain of a living person." Fu Shu whispered: "The God of Joy takes root in these dreams, absorbs joy and happiness, and continuously gains strength, turning beautiful dreams into nightmares."

(End of this chapter)