Ghost Story Game Designer

Chapter 617 Behind My Door
Walking on the ladder to heaven and treading on auspicious clouds, "Zhang Mingli" painted the sun, moon and stars on his body and looked at the gate of heaven that was just around the corner.

There are thirteen kinds of transformation methods hidden in Zhemeng Town. Each method has the chance to become unspeakable if practiced to the end, but the resources of Zhemeng Town are simply not enough to support everyone to take the final step.

Compared with other transformation methods, the temple building method has serious drawbacks. It cannot be moved and is not good at fighting, so every temple will be occupied by other ghosts and gods and lose its own will.

"I lived in the dark underground, eating the scraps you dropped from other nightmares, collecting the corpses you destroyed, and using the filth you didn't even bother to look at, I built this place bit by bit."

The glazed golden tiles reflected the sunset glow. No one could imagine how terrible and dirty the fairy palace, which seemed so magnificent in people's eyes, actually looked.

"All the preparations are for this moment."

Each transformation method has its own characteristics and governs a set of rules within Zhemeng Town. However, because a nine-layer spiritual pavilion has never appeared in Zhemeng Town before, no one knows what the rules of building a pavilion to the extreme are.

Using the power of all the believers in the temple as a bond, Zhang Mingli turned the Fairy Palace into reality. He trapped most of the ghosts and gods in Zhemeng Town and used them as sacrifices to try to open the Heavenly Gate.

For those who live in this deep nightmare, when they open their eyes they see endless darkness and are surrounded by all kinds of cruel and strange evil spirits. Leaving here and escaping from this nightmare is their most real and sincere hope.

"Zhang Mingli" raised his hand. This simple action consumed a lot of his strength, as if his whole body was entangled in chains.

When his hand touched the Heavenly Gate, his face began to blur. He no longer looked like Zhang Mingli, but another ordinary person. The power of belief gathered in him madly poured into the Heavenly Gate.

On the door standing at the highest point of the nightmare, divine patterns emerged. The patterns were similar to the tattoos in the Blood City, but the aura they contained was completely different.

"My fellow Taoists, please lend me a helping hand! The gates of heaven will open, dawn is coming! I am about to wake up from the dream!"

The believers, with fanatical faces, turned into smoke and merged into the sunset glow as if they were flying into the sky. The trapped ghosts and gods also began to become weak, and their characteristics were being borrowed temporarily.

The patterns on the Sky Gate became clearer and clearer. "Zhang Mingli" pressed his hands on the door. With his palms as the starting point, all the patterns were ignited, and a pair of extremely huge butterfly wings emerged above the Sky Gate, as if to take the whole world into the abyss.

"open!"

The bodies of everyone in the spiritual temple were becoming ethereal, but Zhang Mingli's expression was crazier than ever before, and the tightly closed sky gate in front of him really opened a tiny crack!
A faint beam of blood light shone in, and the Zhemeng Town, which was always shrouded in darkness, seemed to have really waited for its own dawn.

"Zhang Mingli"'s eyes felt stinging, as if they would melt like ice in the next second, but he didn't care at all. He pressed the door with great excitement and almost leaned on it.

"It's almost there, it's almost there!" The men with faces distorted with excitement crowded forward. In fact, he didn't care about other people's lives, nor did he plan to open the Heavenly Gate completely. He just wanted to enter the Heavenly Gate first within the short few seconds when the ghosts and gods were trapped.

The fairy palace in Lingguan is fake, woven by the imagination of many townspeople, but the "fairy palace" behind the Tianmen is real.

After squeezing his head and twisting his body, "Zhang Mingli" finally pushed his head into the Heavenly Gate against the light. He opened his eyes wide, and he was the only one in the entire Lingguan who could see the world on the other side of the Heavenly Gate.

The body that was frantically pushing the door paused. The distortion and madness on Zhang Mingli's face were wrapped in an extremely terrifying chill. He didn't even have time to change his expression, and the whole person froze in place.

"Zhang Mingli" did not continue to push his way behind the door recklessly. He stopped in front of the gap where the Heavenly Gate opened. On both sides were lifelike butterfly wings that seemed to be flapping. "The Heavenly Gate doesn't lead to reality? Then this place is deeper than the deep nightmare?"

The power of belief began to collapse from "Zhang Mingli's" body. All his beliefs were shaken, and the rays of light transformed from countless believers turned into blood red.

The appearance of the master of Lingguan is now completely different from Zhang Mingli. His body is withering rapidly, just like a statue in an ancient temple that has been exposed to wind and sun for thousands of years.

While the master of Lingguan was stunned, Gao Ming, whose will was immersed in his own heart, put his hand on the door in his heart.

There were countless chaotic voices in my ears, some trying to stop me, some encouraging me, some roaring, some insulting me, and many more were cries for help.

Taking a deep breath, Gao Ming exerted force with his arms, and the blood-red rays of light and auspicious clouds that had originally lost their direction began to rush towards where he was hiding. The power of faith changed direction and gathered towards him madly!
"open!"

The blood city patterns on the big lock turned into cracks, and the shattering sounds changed from the occasional one or two at the beginning to bursts of thunder.

"You will regret this! You will definitely regret going back! I killed you so many times just to prevent you from becoming me again. This road is not feasible, it is not feasible!"

"Don't listen to them, do what you want!"

"No matter if you have a high destiny or not, no matter what choice fate gives you, make the decision according to your own will!"

All the sounds were eventually drowned out by the sound of Gao Ming's heart breaking. The sound grew louder and louder, and finally came out of Gao Ming's chest and echoed throughout Lingguan.

The owner of the temple who pushed the door and the ghosts who were temporarily trapped heard it all. They turned around and looked at the ground covered with wounds, where there was a deer covered with black hair.

Everything on the eighth floor is controlled by the rules of ghosts and gods, except this strange deer that seems to be out of control. In a sense, it has escaped the rules of Zhemeng Town.

"It took the power of most of the ghosts and gods in Zhemeng Town to get this opportunity." The owner of the Lingguan looked ferocious: "No, this is my Lingguan, this is my gate to heaven, no one can take it away! Even if it is even darker outside..."

The last core piece of the big lock was completely shattered under the impact of internal and external forces. The voice of the master of Lingguan was drowned out. The pair of huge butterfly wings on the sky gate instantly turned blood red, and each flapping burned a part of it like fire.

Unlike the owner of Lingguan, Gao Ming seemed to be pressing on an invisible door with his hands. He was on this side of the door, and there was another pair of hands helping him on the other side.

The power of belief and truth made all the illusions in his heart manifest. Gao Ming raised his head and he could clearly see the room in his heart.

The room sealed with chains was filled with all kinds of horrific and exaggerated torture instruments, and was filled with ghosts that had appeared in his memory fragments.

Through the invisible door, they were also looking at Gao Ming.

(End of this chapter)