Ghost Story Game Designer

Chapter 616 Final Goal

The Ji Shen in the white sedan fell among the corpses. It did not expect that the illusory fairy palace would suddenly become real and was caught off guard. But the Ji Shen was the ghost of Zhemeng Town after all.

A few obscure syllables came out from the white sedan chair. The bones immediately emitted a foul odor. The curtain of the sedan chair was opened, and an arm covered with funeral scriptures stretched out, pointing to the sky, then to the ground, and finally to the heart of "Zhang Mingli".

Zhang Mingli, who already had many sutures on his body, seemed to sense something in an instant. The sutures on his body were extremely itchy, the black flesh was bulging outwards, and foul-smelling black blood oozed from his eyes and mouth.

"If I don't get rid of you evil demons, how can I become an immortal?" Although Zhang Mingli spoke in a righteous manner, his next action made Gao Ming feel ashamed. He reached down and touched the mirror.

It seemed that he was just washing his hands in the mirror, but in fact he was passing the evil on his body to all the believers in the temple through the mirror.

We may not necessarily share happiness together, but we must share difficulties.

Gao Ming saw in the mirror that the believers could not bear the power of the taboo god and collapsed. Black blood flowed from their bodies, their wounds festered, and they were in excruciating pain.

But what shocked Gao Ming even more was that most believers actually gritted their teeth and endured it. They endured the pain that should have belonged to "Zhang Mingli" on his behalf and were willing to offer all their strength. Everything they did was just to make sure that hope would not be dashed.

If they had no hope, they might have lived a miserable life in Zhemeng Town for the rest of their lives. However, the appearance of the Nine-Layered Spiritual Palace placed a false fairy palace before them, telling them that there was another way and another choice in this world.

It’s that simple. Just because they see the beauty, the townspeople want to give their all to get closer to it.

A special thought came to Gao Ming's mind, and his emotions were very complicated.

At a certain moment, the appearance of those believers in the mirror overlapped with the portrait in his nightmare. Both sides seemed to be pursuing something impossible to obtain and were fighting for it.

Gao Ming suddenly understood those believers a little. He placed his hand gently on his heart, listening to every beat of his heart and the chaotic sounds in his ears.

"I know why you hold on to me so tightly. You regard me as your only hope, the last straw in the hands of a drowning man, so you call me like crazy."

No longer resisting the voice that kept pouring out of his heart, Gao Ming's ears were instantly drowned. He seemed to be thrown into an amusement park filled with children, each of them holding the brain of a mentally ill person, with distorted faces, "laughing" in despair.

"Open the hidden room in your heart, and your past will return completely. Are you ready to abandon everything now?"

"The truth may be the source of pain. Believe me, don't open that room."

The chains on the atrium were all stretched straight, and the Blood City Tattoo spread to the big lock. Gao Ming heard the sound in the chains, but soon the sound was drowned out by more noise.

He curled up his body, and his personality seemed to be torn into countless pieces. The initial symptom of auditory hallucination was that he occasionally heard someone talking, but he seemed to feel that the whole world was crazy and all the dead were talking to him.

The desire that originally belonged to Lingguan penetrated into every corner of Gao Ming's heart, and the power of belief was making the illusion in the nightmare become reality.

All the ghosts and gods on the eighth floor were fighting for the Immortal Palace. The owner of the Lingguan went on a killing spree, and no one cared about the life hidden under the deer's belly.

As the master of the spiritual view mobilized the power of the spiritual view and stimulated all beings to believe and turn the false into the real, the mysterious room in Gao Ming's heart began to expand. Too many things wanted to come out and escape from the nightmare.

The Blood City Tattoo was circulating on its own, as if it was evolving something with the help of the power of belief. Gao Ming had no ability to stop or intervene. If he wanted to stop the Blood City Tattoo, he might have to destroy Lingguan and make the power of belief ineffective.

The deer's fur continued to turn black. It dug the soil with its hooves, getting more paper money ashes on its body. Only it felt an indescribable horror brewing under its belly. "Boom!"

Thunder rumbled in the sky, and the twelve side doors of the main hall of the Immortal Palace opened. One after another, coiled dragon pillars rose from the ground. Wind, clouds, thunder and lightning, the sun, the moon and the stars all gathered above "Zhang Mingli's" head. His plain long gown fell along with the fairy waterfall. He stepped on the mirror under his feet, frantically squeezing the power of all believers.

"Hahahaha! Today, my thoughts will illuminate the universe! You evil spirits who bring disaster to the world should be killed, you should be killed!"

The believers bled from all their seven orifices, their black hair turned white, and their flesh dried up, in exchange for the buildings in the Immortal Palace becoming real and guarding the Heavenly Gate.

"Everyone, the Ninth Layer Spiritual Observation is not simple. Why don't we join forces first, and after we destroy its will and turn it into a dead object, we can then determine who is better."

"agree."

"Alright."

Following the three taboo gods, the "useful gods" of Zhemeng Town gathered in the east of the eighth floor.

The loess turned into a person's back, the stones were pieced together into bones, the flowing streams became blood vessels, the roars of beasts, the chirps of insects and the calls of birds on the eighth layer turned into ears, the tall trees became his hair, and the "useful gods" turned into acupuncture points and heart points. They usually maintain the normal operation of Zhemeng Town, and they easily used everything available on the eighth layer to create a "giant god" who could touch the fairy palace.

The rays of light were brilliant, and countless golden swords stabbed at the eighth level of ghosts and gods. However, the ghosts and gods in Zhemeng Town were more vicious than each other. They paid the price of being injured, and as if they had agreed beforehand, they all moved forward at the same time.

The bone ladder, the great tomb, the black fog, and the giant god grabbed the Asgard from all directions.

The glazed bricks and tiles were shattered, the light of the sun, moon and stars were scattered, and the fairy palace was tilting!

"Evil cannot prevail over good. This immortal will stand here and will not retreat. I will fight for a dawn for all those who live in nightmares!" The sun, moon and stars above his head were imprinted on his long gown. "Zhang Mingli" controlled the Immortal Palace with both hands. When his five fingers closed, the Immortal Palace trapped the ghosts and gods from all directions like a prison: "It's time to wake up from the dream!"

With all the believers as a bond, "Zhang Mingli" temporarily trapped the ghosts and gods of Zhemeng Town and connected them to the Heavenly Gate in the center of the Immortal Palace: "I know all your plans clearly! All your actions are within my expectations! Greedy, mean, selfish, strong, vicious, I knew it would be like this, I saw the end of everything! Hahahaha! Immortal Palace? Come into my Immortal Palace!"

"I have established the Heavenly Gate, which has infinite merits! Fellow Taoists, it's time to wake up! It's time to get rid of this endless nightmare!" "Zhang Mingli"'s face was distorted with excitement. Some believers in other levels of the spiritual view had already lost their souls, but he didn't care at all: "The Heavenly Gate is behind me! Push open this door, and all illusions in the world will be shattered! Whatever you think is behind the Heavenly Gate, it is behind the Heavenly Gate!"

After all the ghosts and gods were connected to the Heavenly Gate, their wishes briefly gathered on the Heavenly Gate, and the power of their faith and belief was also borrowed by "Zhang Mingli" for a short period of time.

This time is short, but it is enough to do a lot of things.

"Sacrificing the lives of all believers in exchange for a few seconds of enslaving ghosts and gods is worth it, so worth it!"

With a fiery gaze, "Zhang Mingli" looked towards the Heavenly Gate at the highest point of the spiritual temple. The power of belief reached its peak. The Heavenly Gate, which was impossible to exist, actually existed in an extremely real way.

"Zhang Mingli" walked towards the Tianmen and stopped in front of it.

At the same time, Gao Ming's will continued to sink and stopped in front of a door deep in his heart.

The lock was covered with cracks and soaked with the blood city tattoo, but now it seemed that it could be opened with just a little force.

(End of this chapter)