Ghost Story Game Designer

Chapter 585: Robbery
"Gao Ming! Don't listen to her instigation! Don't be swayed by your emotions! Your joy comes from yourself, not from the God of Joy! He can't take it away from you!" Fu Shu was determined to stand on Gao Ming's side. He bet everything on Gao Ming. He changed his previous cowardice and shouted in front of Madam Xi.

The skin was torn, and a poison-mute oriole flew out from deep within Gao Ming's organs. That was his "joy".

"The angry tiger is blind, happiness is made mute by the poison, and fear turns into a poisonous snake that wraps around your legs. Your past looks so miserable." Mrs. Xi commented from the perspective of an outsider.

The wound continued to expand, and the monster transformed by emotions seemed to tear Gao Ming's body apart.

A dull sound rang out in his chest, and two dragons that were about to grow horns broke Gao Ming's ribs. One was sickly and deformed, emitting grief, and the other was covered in scales and flesh, full of sorrow.

"Dragon?"

Having never seen an emotion that could be transformed into the image of such a non-existent ferocious beast, Madam Xi originally thought that an angry tiger was the limit of high-life emotions.

Seeing the sadness and grief rising in Gao Ming's heart, Madam Xi's red veil swayed gently, and her outstretched fingers slowly fell. The development of things was somewhat beyond her control. She vaguely felt that there was something else behind the two dragons, and that thing was looking at her in Gao Ming's chest!
"The alienated six emotions will tear through the skin and flesh and come out, but your bones and blood are still firmly stuck together, as if they are trapped in a cage and cannot leave. What are you hiding in your chest?" Madam Xi's voice is still so beautiful, so beautiful that people can't wait to answer.

Gao Ming was in a very miserable state, with his skin torn, intestines pierced, and chest opened. He had never imagined that Madam Xi could kill a person in the most miserable way with just a flick of her fingers, and he had never imagined that his emotions could contain such a turbulent and violent power.

The blissful painting above his head seemed like a torn ocean. Gao Ming's body kept shaking. There was endless sorrow in his eyes, and his pupils almost turned gray.

"It hurts so much. Why are all of you bringing me pain? Even if you bring me happiness, it's just an illusory illusion. What did I do wrong? Where did I go wrong?"

Without talking to Madam Xi or thinking according to her instructions, Gao Ming clenched the butcher knife with his five fingers. His blood poured onto the knife, solidifying over and over again, almost erasing the butcher's own mark.

The angry tiger lost its eyes, its roar shook the Xi Temple, and fragments of the painting fell like leaves, which could be heard clearly even in the distant Zhemeng Town.

"I've never asked for anything, but I'm trapped! Every time I die, I return to the same place! It starts all over again! I can't get out, I can't find the way out!"

The out-of-control nightmare was darker than the night. The sticky and dangerous darkness flowed out of Gao Ming's chest. The door of the shrine was opened unconsciously, as if to guide Gao Ming and give him an answer.

Darkness fell on the Xi Temple like raindrops. The poisoned and mute oriole could not even struggle before being drowned by a wave. The snake tail tightly wrapped around Gao Ming's legs swayed slowly. The exaggeratedly large angry tiger on his shoulder leaped down high and jumped into the nightmare on its own initiative.

"Have you stabilized your emotions?"

Even without Xi's coordination, Gao Ming's emotions still did not collapse. Even after they transformed into beasts, they were still unable to break free from Gao Ming's will.

The two dragons representing sorrow and grief twisted their bodies desperately. At this time, Gao Ming was even more bizarre than the gods of Zhemeng Town. The white ribs bit the dragon's body like teeth. Under the gaze of Fu Shu and Madam Xi, a figure taller than Xi Temple slowly appeared behind Gao Ming. The nightmare that expanded to ten meters could barely project its full appearance. Four ghost faces with different expressions, eight arms stretched back, two arms grasped the dragon, legs surrounded by snake patterns, an angry tiger behind the shoulders, and a trembling oriole in the heart.

Gao Ming's six alienated emotions were all captured by the Blood and Flesh Immortal. He and his god became indistinguishable, and his emotions appeared on the statue.

Everything within a ten-meter radius was turning into flesh and blood. Fu Shu, who was carried on Gao Ming's back, found that his facial features were also melting and reorganizing like a wax figure. He quickly shouted, "Save Bai Huang! Gao Ming, save Bai Huang!"

Fu Shu was just giving Gao Ming some advice, hoping that Gao Ming would understand that his joy came from his heart, reduce the influence of the God of Joy's power on Gao Ming, and never lose his mind and lose himself. Who knew that Gao Ming didn't listen at all. In order not to lose himself because of the God of Joy's power, he chose to release the nightmare, completely lost his mind, and let himself get lost in his own nightmare.

"High destiny! High destiny!"

Both are losing their minds, but for Fu Shu, the former only makes the situation more complicated, while the latter may really be fatal. When a psychopathic killer loses control, the best way is to tie him to a restraint chair instead of being tied to his back.

Blood and flesh dispersed the joy, and the picture of paradise with a mysteries hidden inside revealed its true appearance in front of everyone. Mummies with only smiles on their faces were entangled and hugged each other. The so-called paradise sea was more like a corpse cave whose depth was unknown.

"Aren't you the god of Zhemeng Town?" Madam Xi could vaguely see a silhouette that didn't look like a human under her red veil. Her voice also became much older because the scroll was destroyed. "Could it be another Zhang Mingli?"

The destructive power caused by the violent flesh and blood ghosts and the mad high life force that has lost its mind is astonishing. The God of Joy controls the fortune of Zhemeng Town, and only the flesh and blood ghosts that do not belong to this deep nightmare can bring such a great threat to it.

Gao Ming's nightmare did not abide by the rules of Zhemeng Town and swallowed a large amount of Xixianer's flesh and blood. The ghosts and gods had their own blessings.

The eight arms smashed through the Sea of ​​Bliss, and the Blood and Flesh Immortal, with his obsession with saving his life, found the White Phoenix hidden by Madam Xi among thousands of corpses.

At this moment, two completely different expressions appeared on Bai Huang's face. On one side, she was a mother with unfulfilled wishes, and on the other side, she was a calm and detached god.

"Bai Huang!" Fu Shu shouted heartbreakingly. He was more anxious than Gao Ming.

"At an auspicious time, the heaven and earth are open. I wish to protect the God of Joy from disaster and harm in this life," Mrs. Xi's voice was aging rapidly. She raised her hand and pointed, and the roof surrounded by fairy air was lifted up, and countless dry bones pressed towards Gao Ming and the flesh and blood ghosts. She stomped her foot on the ground again, and the wooden boards on the second floor cracked. Red lines emerged from the countless wedding invitations on the first floor of the Xi Temple. They were all sent to Gao Ming and the flesh and blood ghosts with cause and effect.

The nightmares that the God of Joy used to drain joy entangled the flesh and blood ghosts. Madam Xi stretched out her hand, carried Bai Huang, who had turned into Yelang, on her back and walked out.

When picking up the bride, the groom always holds the bride in his arms, but in Zhemeng Town it is the other way around. The phoenix crown is askew, the shawl has fallen off, and it seems that Madam Xi is preparing to take Bai Huang back to Zhemeng Town.

(End of this chapter)