Ghost Story Game Designer

Chapter 589 Crazy Zhang Mingli
Fu Shu did not expect that Zhang Mingli would attack the God of Evil. In his opinion, conscience was the least important thing. However, after Zhang Mingli obtained his promise to keep it, the first thing he did was to retrieve his conscience.

"Do you think Zhang Mingli is stupid? The five taboo gods are extremely powerful. If they fight to the end, both sides might suffer losses." Fu Shu couldn't understand.

"Didn't you say that Zhang Mingli came from the body of a 'dream'? Maybe he is worried that he will become the next 'dream', so he wants to find his conscience first to restrain himself." A wandering malicious person actually took the initiative to find his conscience. From this point, it can be seen that Zhang Mingli is not a bad person. Gao Ming became more and more curious about the complete Zhang Mingli: "Maybe he is really a gentle gentleman."

In Gao Ming's mind, an image of a man who was so tall and stern in the face of criticism from all sides and was willing to serve as a servant to others emerged.

The bloody rain kept falling, the road became more muddy, the evil energy deposited deep in the land slowly rose up, and the deeper the night, the more uneasy it felt.

There were many animal paw prints on the road leading to Zhemeng Town, and the number of desolate graves on both sides of the road also began to increase gradually. Because Gao Ming himself crawled out of a grave, he paid special attention to the grave mounds: "Fu Shu, why do the grave mounds seem to be more bulging after the blood rain fell on the graves? Will the dead buried in Zhemeng Town come back?"

"After I was imprisoned, Yongsheng Pharmaceutical added many new things to Zhemeng Town. I have never encountered the situation you described before." Fu Shu looked at the graves with only a sigh in his eyes: "Can you imagine that I was planning to make a life simulation game from the beginning?"

Gao Ming ignored Fu Shu. He stopped when he was still dozens of meters away from Zhemeng Town. On the walls outside the town, bloody weasel skins were hung. They had solemn expressions when they died. They were obviously animals, but they looked like monks who had practiced for a long time.

"The yellow-skinned foxes want to take advantage of the chaos to enter Zhemeng Town? They are quite brave." Fu Shu smiled coldly.

"It wasn't the butcher who skinned the animal. Someone else had a conflict with the yellow-skinned beast." Gao Ming glanced at the fur. It was not cut from the outside with a knife, but exploded from the inside of the body. The wound was extremely irregular, with broken organs and blood foam mixed together.

Avoiding those bloody skins, Gao Ming returned to Zhemeng Town on crutches. The stone beams became taller, and strange words began to appear on the buildings in the town. The meaning was incomprehensible, and it seemed to be some kind of curse.

"Little brother, it's dark and windy at night, and the air is filled with gloomy air. Don't dare to hang around outside." A sound like the friction of dead trees came from the corner of the wall. An old woman held a broken porcelain bowl, hunched over, and lowered her head. "Are you running to the town to seek refuge? Three copper coins, and I'll take you to a safe place."

Gao Ming ignored the other party and continued to move forward. The old woman's back slowly bulged, and there was a gurgling sound in the porcelain bowl: "You have such a strong blood, sooner or later you will fall into the hands of others, you might as well make a good relationship with me. Little brother, don't worry, my good children only eat blood and flesh, they won't hurt your brain, they will just drill around in your head to play."

The porcelain bowl was tilted downwards, and all kinds of poisonous insects crawled out, looking extremely creepy.

"They dare to hurt people in the street. It seems that this world is really in chaos."

Gao Ming drew out the butcher knife and smeared his own blood on the blade. He was about to take action when Fu Shu whispered in his ear, "Go quickly! Don't do anything!"

"Is that guy very powerful?" Gao Ming narrowed his eyes. He and the flesh-and-blood ghost seemed to have sensed something at the same time. They looked towards the alley behind the old woman. A strange statue stood in the middle of the alley. There was clearly nothing there just now.

"The butcher's knife?" The old woman had her back to the statue. She had not yet realized the danger. Her face was full of wrinkles and she looked ugly when she smiled: "Little kid, if the butcher was here, I might still leave, but not you?" The old woman saw Gao Ming retreating cautiously. At first she thought Gao Ming was afraid, but when she looked carefully, it seemed that Gao Ming and Fu Shu were staring at her from behind.

"Cheating me?" Although she said this, the old woman still turned her head. A muddy face bumped into hers, and the statue quietly stuck to her back.

The old woman's white hair stood up in fear and her soul almost flew out of her body. She hurriedly stepped back, but the statue seemed to have recognized her. Its two clay arms strangled her body. Children's heads rushed out of the clay statue and tried to drill into the old woman.

"What evil spirit? Get out of here!"

The old woman howled and reached behind her. The swelling on her back burst open and countless poisonous insects rushed into the statue, but the clay statue completely ignored the poison.

There was hatred, confusion and bewilderment in the children's eyes, and they wanted to tear the old woman's body apart.

The scene in front of him was very strange. Gao Ming also began to evacuate. While the mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind it, Zhemeng Town had become very dangerous.

"Those children are sacrifices offered by the townspeople to the gods. Someone collected the resentment of all the sacrifices and stuffed them into a clay sculpture. This thing is very hostile to the various gods in the town. We'd better stay away from it." Fu Shu saw familiar curse words on the clay sculpture. The murderous clay sculpture seemed to be made by Zhang Mingli.

Gao Ming realized that Zhang Mingli was not fighting alone in Zhemeng Town. He found his ally in the impossible.

"The old woman is the god of the town, and is related to poisons and poisons. The three animals are prepared by the butchers, and the human sacrifice must be performed by the old woman. She is very picky about the sacrifices, and prefers young people with blood as strong as cattle and children with pure hearts and minds." Fu Shu whispered, "Those children often don't know what will happen next, and they are locked up by the old woman in the jar for the gods. The jar contains the poisonous insects she carefully matched. The screams and wails can make the gods feel happier when eating, and it can also reflect the freshness of the sacrifice from another perspective."

The scene now happening in front of Gao Ming was completely reversed. The clay statue was like a huge jar, wrapping up the old woman and all the poisonous insects in her body, leaving her to struggle and wail.

In just a few minutes, the old woman was completely covered by the clay statue. After her voice disappeared, divine patterns representing the poison appeared on the clay statue, and the clay statue's face also had a rough outline.

Nursery rhymes sounded from the belly of the clay sculpture, and the ghosts of the children opened their eyes one by one. Under the control of the clay sculpture, they came to the town entrance and drilled into the bloody skin of the yellow-skinned people.

The cloudy little eyes slowly opened, and the yellow-skinned creatures with their stomachs ripped open climbed up one by one, like Taoist children, chanting scriptures with Zhang Mingli's name on them, and using their claws to draw curse patterns around the town like humans.

"Zhang Mingli wants to curse the whole town? He also teamed up with those wandering ghosts outside the town?"

(End of this chapter)