Ghost Story Game Designer

Chapter 615 Not a fuel-efficient lamp

"Butchers are indispensable gods in Zhemeng Town. Livestock are needed for various sacrifices. But I didn't expect that the people who really care about the livestock in this town are the butchers who are responsible for slaughtering livestock."

The big stone at the entrance of the town is full of people's names. The old night watchman only cares about protecting the townspeople and kills the livestock. Only the butcher has some records.

Recalling the first time he met the butcher, Gao Ming was in the butcher shop owned by Manager Wang. The old immortal was bullying a black donkey. Later, the butcher put Manager Wang into the millstone and rescued the black donkey that was transformed from a tester.

"What Fu Shu said before might be true. The butcher in the town is indeed the most simple and honest person he could find."

Gao Ming put away the pig-faced mask. He thought about it. Although the butcher had chased him for a while, he didn't hurt him. He even helped him solve many problems by accident. "Death is over, but the Dream Zhe Town could turn a simple and honest town dweller into a murderous madman. This place is really evil."

Gao Ming really couldn't understand why Dream Breaker, which Fu Shu designed as a healing game, ended up like this?
Ever since knowing that the Heavenly Gate is real, all ghosts and gods seemed to have gone crazy. They no longer cared about pulling each other's legs and began to use all their efforts to prepare for ascending to heaven.

"Many spiritual temples appeared in Zhemeng Town before, and later they were all occupied by ghosts and gods and turned into their own residences. This nine-story spiritual temple cooperated with the Water Dragon King and had been building its body underground until the last moment. It must not be that easy to deal with." Gao Ming was not blinded by the immediate interests. In fact, he did not need to care so much about the "Heavenly Gate". Unlike other ghosts and gods, as a tester, he had many ways to leave.

"Let them fight for it first."

Wearing a pig-face mask, Gao Ming signaled the deer to retreat, and they moved away from the fairy waterfall and buried themselves among the fallen leaves and paper money.

The waterfall that was split by the butcher was quickly restored, and the beautiful buildings in the fairy palace were not affected at all, except for a bone-cutting knife that appeared on the gate.

Compared with the Heavenly Gate standing in the center of the Immortal Palace, the knife was pitifully small, but no one could ignore it. It was like a nail that was nailed into Lingguan's heart.

Yellow earth flew into the air, blowing away the paper money. Shrill funeral music sounded at the edge of the earth, but no one knew for whom it was played.

An arm stretched out from the cracked soil, the rotten flesh fell off, leaving only the bones.

Amid the sound of mournful music, one white skeleton after another crawled towards the north of the eighth floor. They grabbed each other's bodies, with their bones embedded in each other's bodies, forming a ladder leading upwards.

There is no need to rely on the fairy waterfall. The ghost is too powerful and arrogant, and it wants to step into the fairy palace on its own.

To the south, opposite to the White Bone Ladder, the yellow earth rolled like a dragon turning over, and a huge tomb mound bulged upward. The eight layers of flowing wind all turned into white flags inserted around the tomb.

The wind stopped, and the river water flowing underground began to flow backwards, as black as ink, rushing towards the west.

The water droplets could not flow to the sky, but they turned into wisps of black mist in the mournful music, like incense burned to worship ancestors.

The fragrant mist spread very quickly and soon touched the "fairy air" above his head. The two mixed together, and the fairy air gradually began to become turbid.

"Is it the evil spirit of Zhemeng Town that has taken action? Why is it so big?"

In three directions, the breath of death penetrated the heaven and earth, and the Immortal Palace seemed to be in their pocket.

"How dare you, a bunch of corpse worms that live on the corpses of others and feed on their blood, claim to be ghosts and gods?" In the palace that seemed to be condensed with moonlight, a voice that Gao Ming was extremely familiar with rang out in the spiritual temple.

His five fingers clenched involuntarily, and Gao Ming's face twitched: "Zhang Mingli?"

When he had this thought, the voice sounded more like Zhang Mingli's. "Dreams are unspeakable ghosts. If you immerse yourself in dreams, there will be only one outcome, which is the scattering of your soul. Only by becoming an immortal can you break free and gain a new life." Zhang Mingli's voice became clearer and clearer, but Gao Ming, who was hiding under the deer's body, became more and more suspicious.

"Zhang Mingli is indeed worried that the unspeakable dream will come back again, but he will never use such a lame reason and excuse as becoming an immortal." Regardless of whether others believe it or not, Gao Ming has made up his mind: "That is definitely not Zhang Mingli, it is Lingguan in disguise!"

In fact, Gao Ming had another consideration. Even if the person behind the construction of Lingguan was Zhang Mingli, so what?
He came to save Zhang Mingli, and he also had conflicts with Yongsheng Pharmaceutical, but that didn't mean he would cooperate.

Zhang Mingli was worried that dreams would take over his body and was very resistant to the power of dreams, but Gao Ming didn't care. Gao Ming urgently needed the ability to change everything, even if it was the power of dreams.

"Everything in Zhemeng Town originated from dreams. I was born in the heart of dreams. You imprisoned me and tortured me, but what can this change?"

The bone ladder reached the edge of the Immortal Palace. A white sedan chair was supported by countless bone arms and slowly approached the Immortal Palace.

It seemed that something was about to grow out of the big tomb on the other side, and all the ghosts and gods completely ignored the voice of Zhang Mingli in the fairy palace.

"You regard all beings in the dream as ants, spread fear, and regard memories in people's brains as things. How can you be considered ghosts and gods? You are nothing but a group of nightmares." The door of the main hall of the Immortal Palace opened to both sides, and a "Zhang Mingli" with suture marks on his neck, limbs and head appeared on the ninth floor of the Lingguan. He was wearing an ordinary long gown, and with every word he spoke, the immortal energy in the Lingguan would increase.

At the same time, the ground beneath his feet began to ripple like a lake, turning into a huge mirror that allowed people on every level of the spiritual world to clearly see what was happening there.

"Everyone can become an immortal. I am willing to save all the miserable believers to the other shore, except for you nightmares that cause disasters." Zhang Mingli's voice was sonorous and powerful, like thunder in the sky: "You are the culprits. If we don't get rid of you, we will not be immortals! If we don't kill you, our path will not work."

With his palm facing downward, rays of light fell, but the ghosts and gods simply ignored them and continued to move upward.

Zhang Mingli smiled and slowly folded his five fingers together: "Are you willing to join me in killing the evil leader?"

Before he finished his words, the rosy clouds in the sky turned into sharp swords, each one drenched in murderous intent.

“Hahahaha, it’s done, it’s done!”

Zhang Mingli waved his sleeves, flipped his palms, and the sea of ​​clouds and the galaxy began to rotate. He seemed to have grasped the Big Dipper in his hands, stirring up the darkness that had never changed since ancient times.

The illusory fairy palace also solidified at this moment. The starlight slid down from the eaves, gathered into a river in the sky, and directly destroyed the white bone ladder.

"It became true?!" Gao Ming opened his eyes wide. The impact of the galaxy pouring down was simply unstoppable. The white sedan on the ladder suffered heavy damage.

The images of gods from the past and the future appeared in his eyes. Gao Ming stared at the ground under Zhang Mingli's feet, which had turned into a mirror. He saw believers from other levels of Lingguan in it.

The townspeople, paper figurines, and livestock who were wholeheartedly seeking immortality knelt on the ground with great piety and dedicated all their faith and strength to Zhang Mingli in the Immortal Palace.

All kinds of ghosts, gods and high-ranking beings do not believe that the Fairy Palace really exists, but the other people in the spiritual temple have already been brainwashed. They have had enough of suffering and put all their hopes on becoming immortals.

The spiritual view did not force them, and they were even more willing to believe that everything was true than the spiritual view itself.

Under this extremely strong desire, the power of spiritual observation is exerted to the extreme, and this is the horror of belief.

(End of this chapter)