Ghost Story Game Designer

Chapter 618 Memory Returns
He moved forward step by step, beating his fist again and again. No matter how many different voices surrounded him, Gao Ming never wavered.

Compared to the owner of the spiritual temple who collapsed after seeing the "scenery" outside the door, Gao Ming is much more resolute. Countless deaths have made him experience various endings, and also made him extremely convinced of one thing, that he is already in the worst and most desperate situation. He does not need to care about the direction, as long as he keeps moving forward and changes, then everything will get better.

Gao Ming didn’t know what the master of the spiritual temple saw, but he knew very well what was in front of him. It was completely different from the warm and happy scenes in real life. Deep in his heart were scarred monsters!

They exude an aura that is even more eerie than that of evil spirits, and every face is filled with hatred and anger, but from certain features they retain, one can still see evidence that they were once human.

What turned them into monsters? What destroyed an entire city? What trapped Gao Ming in an endless cycle of death?

The culprit needs to be punished, and all tragedies need someone to atone for them. This is the truest thought in Gao Ming's heart.

The power of belief that was taken away by Gao Ming before was stimulated to the maximum extent, the Blood City Tattoo became extremely bright, and finally an arm in the atrium completely turned from virtual to real!
The invisible barrier was penetrated, and an arm that looked very similar to Gao Ming stretched out from the darkness and held him tightly.

"Oh!"

The big lock broke into pieces, and all the chains shattered at this moment. Endless despair surged from Gao Ming's heart, and the fragments of memory in his mind began to merge with his main consciousness.

"I remember now, I remember now! I came from the vast ocean. This is not my sin, this is my life!"

The huge butterfly wings above the Heavenly Gate burned out, and the glazed pavilions in the fairy palace slowly melted into moonlight and dissipated into the mist.

Attracted by the Blood City Tattoo, the vast mist was dyed red. The owner of the Lingguan wanted to redraw the butterfly pattern to compete with Gao Ming, but he couldn't do it at all. He could only stand in front of the Sky Gate that was pushed open a tiny crack, and watch as the faith of all the people in Zhemeng Town was poured into Gao Ming's body.

Buildings rose from the ground, and eighteen thousand gods in Gao Ming's body roared. They sent the power that the master of Lingguan used to ascend to heaven and open the gate to heaven into his heart.

"Dream interpretation!"

The outer wall of the Nine-Layered Spiritual Temple seemed to be broken like an eggshell. Gao Ming, whose body was covered with blood city tattoos, seemed to have turned himself into a "gate of heaven". His heart was the place where the two worlds intersected.

The Immortal Palace was shattered, and all ghosts and gods have regained their freedom, but no one is acting rashly. The current situation is confusing and unclear, and no one wants to be the other's wedding dress.

The rolling despair was out of control. In the deep darkness, buildings belonging to the vast ocean began to appear on a large scale. They were all stained with death, and their surfaces were covered with indelible blood stains.

Among these buildings, the figures in Gao Ming's memories began to appear, as well as all kinds of ghosts and evil spirits, their number was even greater than the poisonous insects in Zhemeng Town.

However, most of their bodies are illusory and cannot escape from the scope of the Blood City buildings, but some ghosts' bodies are completely real!
These evil spirits are not the souls of the dead in the Blood City, nor are they made up by Gao Ming from his own memory. They have been hiding in Gao Ming’s torture chamber from the very beginning!
A scarred hand stretched out from Gao Ming's chest, and blood suddenly rained in the spiritual temple. A pair of scarlet eyes slowly opened, and wet hair fell on the red raincoat.

"My child, my child, you still haven't found it..."

The terrifying aura oppressed Gao Ming, and the wrinkled red raincoat spread out beside Gao Ming like blood.

In addition to the red raincoat, there were also many faceless believers and various alienated beasts that appeared. Gao Ming's shadow also began to fluctuate and slowly turned into a giant dog several meters long!
Every face here corresponds to a memory of Gao Ming, and is the reason why he must remember the past. Turbid water flows in the darkness, and a human head seems to be staring at Gao Ming. His mouth is slightly open, but his voice is soon drowned out by other noises.

Ignoring those reminders and warnings, Gao Ming finally chose to "smash" the big lock and open the room sealed in his heart.

The "Fairy Palace" carved out of the seven-story statue became real, and the blood-red buildings were madly devouring the spiritual temple.

The cracks on the tower wall spread rapidly. In order to push open the gate of heaven, the owner of the Lingguan drained all the believers, and it could no longer stop it. However, there was no sign of the collapse of the Lingguan. The bloody building did not want to destroy it, but just wanted to replace it.

Gao Ming was not able to control all of this. The moment he opened the house in his heart, his main will suffered an unimaginable shock.

All the memory fragments were reintegrated, and he was no longer flipping through his memories, but rather integrating them into one.

The memories that were blocked for unknown reasons finally returned. Gao Ming seemed to be held up by countless hands and walked towards a certain road.

He did not open his eyes, completely immersed in the memories of the past. The blood city tattoo on his body was growing, and even the flesh and blood ghosts were undergoing tremendous changes.

"What's going on?" Ji Shen's puzzled voice came from the white sedan: "He is not the god of Zhemeng Town!"

"Outsiders? There's actually a ghost hiding among those outsiders who can be used as sacrifices or livestock at will?"

"What a horrible blood city... No, we should call it Fairy Palace now!" The dry skin of the owner of the spiritual temple drooped on his bones. He seemed to have aged by dozens of years. "Why is this happening? There can only be one door in every deep nightmare. I built the spiritual temple based on this door. Why is there a second door in Zhemeng Town?"

The master of Lingguan roared like a madman, as if deliberately reminding those ghosts and gods that all the power of Lingguan had been taken away by Gao Ming, and the passage to another world was also under Gao Ming's control.

"The Nine-Layered Spiritual Temple stole the power of many ghosts and gods in Zhemeng Town to open the Heavenly Gate. It should belong to Zhemeng Town. How could it fall into the hands of outsiders?" The giant made of gods punched the Blood City: "We can't let it leave."

The ghosts and gods from all directions changed their targets. In fact, even if they did not attack Gao Ming, the Blood City would trap them during its unconscious expansion.

"Catch it!"

Bones form mountains, souls turn into black mist, and Zhemeng Town was created by Yongsheng Pharmaceutical with countless resources. Every ghost and god has the possibility of becoming unspeakable. After they join forces, their momentum is extremely great, as if they are going to destroy this dream.

Gao Ming, who was still integrating his memories, had no idea what was happening outside. Immersed in his memories, he just stopped, raised his head, and vaguely felt that the sky was getting darker.

"Is it going to rain?" Gao Ming found a red raincoat among countless chaotic memories and put it on. Then he continued to move forward towards the end of the fusion.

Outside Gao Ming's body, a shrill scream sounded, and Red Raincoat, who had lost his child, stood in front of Gao Ming with a face full of twisted hatred.

(End of this chapter)