Ghost Story Game Designer

Chapter 590 Dream Sacrifice
"Zhang Mingli's dream-related abilities were taken away by Yongsheng Pharmaceutical, and his memory was also deciphered. Only the curse from the deep world on him made Yongsheng Pharmaceutical helpless. Those curses stick to the depths of his soul, and will burst out completely as soon as his soul is scattered. This is one of the reasons why Yongsheng Pharmaceutical dare not kill Zhang Mingli." Fu Shu's face was solemn. He stared at the ghosts wearing Huang Daxian skin around Zhemeng Town: "The emergence of those curses also shows that among the former saviors, there was an unspeakable person who was extremely good at cursing."

"Don't think too much about it. We have no conflict of interest with Zhang Mingli." Gao Ming was not a tester of the Eternal Life Pharmaceutical at all. He originally came to save Zhang Mingli, so now seeing the strength and means displayed by Zhang Mingli, he was happier than anyone else.

"What do you know? Zhang Mingli is targeting the entire town. How can the eggs remain intact when the nest is destroyed?" Fu Shu seemed to have aged a little. "The worst situation that I have been avoiding when I built Zhemeng Town has finally happened. Yongsheng Pharmaceutical keeps forcing Zhang Mingli. It seems that all the old friends I am familiar with have been replaced. The current Yongsheng Pharmaceutical is no longer the Yongsheng Pharmaceutical of the past."

"When you get older, you tend to sigh. Aren't these all obvious things?" Gao Ming casually retorted, "Companies like Yongsheng Pharmaceuticals that use living people for experiments should be destroyed. I don't understand why those saviors let them go."

From Gao Ming's tone, Fu Shu could tell that Gao Ming's style of doing things was completely different from those saviors back then. Perhaps it was because Gao Ming had suffered too much torture, so he spoke and acted more directly.

"Yongsheng Pharmaceutical also made great contributions when the disaster struck, and these cannot be erased." Fu Shu was very stubborn, but did not continue the topic. From Gao Ming's attitude towards Yongsheng Pharmaceutical, he could already guess how Gao Ming would target Yongsheng Pharmaceutical in the future.

"A sin."

At midnight in Zhemeng Town, it was so gloomy that it seemed as if foul-smelling blood could be squeezed out of the air. Gao Ming and Fu Shu avoided many troubles and slowly found their way to the vicinity of the wedding house.

The big red lantern on the door beam turned into two huge beast eyes full of bloodshot, and the walls and the ground were covered with the blood of various livestock. The wedding banquet was over, and the only sound left in the wedding house was the creepy sound of sharpening knives.

Butcher Zhu Ren finally got what he wanted and moved into the largest house in the town, but he still couldn't find his lost knife.

"The God of Joy hasn't come back, and this place stinks. The butchers have made it like a slaughterhouse." Fu Shu frowned and shook his head: "The God of Joy has taken the position of the God of Joy, and everything is messed up."

When Fu Shu started to whisper, the sound of knife sharpening in the Xi'an house suddenly stopped. Gao Ming felt a chill on his spine. He retreated backwards until he was ten meters away from the Xi'an house. Then the sound of knife sharpening was heard again.

"Is the butcher so powerful?" Gao Ming felt as if someone was holding a sharp knife to his heart.

"Rather than saying that the butcher is strong, it's better to say that you are now able to make the butcher feel threatened." Fu Shu has watched Gao Ming grow up all the way. Before he obtained the dream interpretation method, Gao Ming was at most a tester with outstanding talent. After releasing the nightmare, Gao Ming dared to compete with the god of joy.

Reaching his hand into his sleeve, Gao Ming touched the shrine and communicated with the flesh and blood ghost. The blood-colored tattoos merged together, and the flesh and blood ghost locked onto each other's position little by little through the connection between Xixian's heart and Xishen.

"In the ancestral hall?"

Gao Ming had been to the ancestral hall before when he and the night watchman were patrolling at night. That place made him feel very uncomfortable, even more uncomfortable than the street where the land temple was located. His body moved in the shadows. Gao Ming was carrying a big living person on his back, but his movements were still agile, although this was also related to the fact that Fu Shu was only half the weight of a normal adult.

The houses on both sides of the road were "growing" at a speed visible to the naked eye, like the vegetation in a ghost forest. They were obviously becoming taller than at the second watch, and the yin and evil spirits lingering around them were also getting worse.

"It wasn't so scary at midnight before..." Fu Shu muttered to himself. He also found that the stone brick road leading to the ancestral hall was much wider than before. Yellow mud and water were faintly seeping out from under the bricks, like a ghost road to the underworld.

At the end of the main road, in front of the dark town ancestral hall, a white cloth accounting office that can accommodate more than 30 people was built at some point. It faces south and has cloud and water patterns inlaid on the four corners of the roof, with five bats and a stag embroidered in the middle, meaning five blessings and longevity.

Outside the accounting office, there were many unpainted statues of gods, including the Dragon King, Hou Tu Niangniang, Hei Chi Ye, Xiansheng Ye, etc., all kinds of gods and living beings were placed on the incense table.

Several townspeople dressed in strange silks were walking in and out of the accounting office, holding various tributes in their hands.

"They seem to be dressing up a statue of a deity." Fu Shu recognized some of them. "The old man with white hair and skinny as a human is a shrine attendant, responsible for offering incense and looking after the shrine. He is a widower with no children, so he is just an ordinary person and poses no threat. The one you need to pay attention to is the one in the middle of the accountant's office whose face is covered with tattoos and has lost his appearance. It is difficult to tell his age or gender."

Gao Ming looked in the direction Fu Shu had pointed out, and saw a person in the center of the accounting office wearing embroidered shoes, an embroidered waistcoat, an embroidered skirt, an inch-wide red cloth belt on his head, and flowers in his temples. He was singing, dancing, and performing in a certain direction, which is the so-called praising and entertaining gods.

"He is the dream priest of Zhemeng Town. You can also understand him as the mayor. He is in charge of the religious sacrifices of the village, presides over production activities, and mediates disputes. He is usually held by the most fair, courageous, and prestigious elder." Fu Shu was embarrassed. "I designed it this way at the beginning. Later, the dream priest would go crazy whenever he took office. The townspeople simply let the gods choose. The chosen person would have everything erased, including his appearance, memory, and self. That's why he looks crazy, but he is the person closest to God among all the townspeople."

The song ended and the dance stopped. Meng Si, whose face was covered with tattoos, raised his arm and pointed at the unpainted clay sculptures outside the accounting office.

Several young men from the town walked outside with knives in their hands. They seemed to be trying to cut open the clay sculpture and take something out of the god's stomach.

"Gao Ming, now is an opportunity for you." Fu Shu didn't know whether he was doing this out of selfishness or for Gao Ming's own good: "Go and take away those statues and protect them from being destroyed. There will be a mysterious force protecting you. When we designed Zhemeng Town, we placed many clay sculptures from the deep world and other unknown areas in it. Some of them do have some mysteries that are difficult to understand."

Gao Ming lowered his body and moved closer to the altar. The closer he was, the clearer he could see.

Deep in the white tent, there was a figure that looked very similar to Bai Huang tied to a clay sculpture of the God of Joy. A group of people were preparing to cut open Bai Huang's body and put her organs into the clay sculpture.

(End of this chapter)