Strange game designer

For many people, the future is a word full of imagination and hope, but for others, the thought of tomorrow will become bitter.

In order to pull out the nail that the future god nailed in the heart of the flesh and blood fairy, Gao Ming entered the room of the future god and touched the heart of the future god with the help of the female ghost.

He wanted to find the future that belonged to the future god among countless fantasies about the future.

Destroying the clay sculpture is to destroy the faith cohesion of the future god, and occupying the flesh and blood god son is to cut off the future god's retreat. What Gao Ming is doing now is to kill the will of the future god. After a series of arrangements, the "cooperation" of several candidates for the blood city by accident gave Gao Ming this opportunity.

At this time, he didn't know what happened in the room. His face had changed, and his consciousness sank into the deepest part of the dead.

In the city of Hanhai, for the first time, living people and gods fought at the level of will. Any loopholes in memory and shortcomings in character will become places to be attacked. They constantly traveled through the future imagined by believers, died in dreams, and woke up in new dreams.

Ordinary people simply cannot bear such a desperate, seemingly endless bad future, but Gao Ming is an extreme exception. His previous experiences have almost experienced all the bad futures, and he has suffered more ways of death than the believers of the future god have imagined. The god who created despair met a person who had experienced all kinds of despair, and the wills of both parties were extremely firm and could not be shaken at all.

In the heart of the future god, Gao Ming also experienced all kinds of life, even including the female ghost parents. Every time he experienced a bad future, his will would be tempered more sharply. He was like a sharp knife, stabbing into the heart of the future god little by little until he found the memory that belonged to the future god himself.

I don’t know how many times I opened my eyes, I don’t know how many times I faced despair. When Gao Ming once again broke free from the worst future in other people’s minds, he fell into a brand new memory.

This memory is different from all the previous memories. It is extremely clear, very real, and has a faint smell of incense.

Moving his sight, Gao Ming suddenly found that he could see a lot of things, and the wall could not block it. He tried to move his body, but he couldn’t feel his hands and feet.

"Whose future am I entering this time?"

The sound of the door being pushed open suddenly rang out. Gao Ming saw an old man holding a tribute tremblingly approaching him. He muttered something incoherently, put the tribute down and ran away quickly.

The old door was closed again, and the surroundings fell into darkness again.

"Where is this? Am I bound? This time I entered the future of a vegetative person?" Gao Ming did not feel panic. He had experienced the futures of blind people, vegetative people, and various patients before. No difficulties could really defeat him.

The passage of time began to blur. Gao Ming could not hear the sound of the clock hands moving, but only vaguely heard the sound of the night watch from far away.

When the door of the house was opened again, a short and fat child ran in. The little guy looked chubby, but now he seemed to be a thief, walking with short legs, running towards Gao Ming like a ball.

He imitated the old man, took out some offerings from his pocket and put them on the table, then kowtowed several times in the direction of Gao Ming, muttering that he hoped he would not be bullied in the future, and hoped that his mother's illness would get better soon. He said a lot of wishes in a row, which made Gao Ming feel both ridiculous and pitiful.

"I want to enter the memory of this little fat man this time? It seems wrong..."

Days passed, and Gao Ming could not find a breakthrough. The old man did not come in many times. Most of the time, the little fat man sneaked in in the middle of the night to make a wish, but none of his wishes were fulfilled.

"Knowing that making a wish is useless, you still come here every day. Do you regard me as a belief?"

The boy grew up slowly, and his clothes had strange patterns on them, which Gao Ming had never seen before.

"What a boring future, far less confrontational than the previous future." Gao Ming yawned, his will was hidden in the darkness, and he still didn't know what person or object he was attached to.

At three o'clock in the morning, hurried footsteps suddenly sounded, and a cry for help came from outside the house.

The smell of blood rushed into the nose, and the lit candle fell to the ground. The old man ran into the house with the little fat man in his arms, stuffed him under the altar, and then rushed out again after cleaning up the traces.

The little fat man was trembling with fear, and he didn't even dare to cry.

Not long after, the door of the house was violently knocked open, and some villagers with partially alienated bodies came in with farm tools and knives. They looked at the direction where Gao Ming was and began to hesitate, as if they were a little scared and a little excited.

In the end, no one dared to come over, put away the bloody weapons, bowed to Gao Ming's position, and then turned and left.

These "bandits" did not close the door, so Gao Ming and the little fat man under the altar could clearly see everything that happened outside. The house was washed with blood, and they witnessed a complete "family annihilation" tragedy.

The smell of blood slowly turned into a rotten smell. After dawn, the little fat man still didn't dare to go out. When the night of the next day came, another wave of people came in to check again. After confirming that nothing was missed, they locked the door of the house before leaving.

The little fat man survived alone. He relied on the food on the altar to barely survive for some time and finally escaped.

Gao Ming also saw where he was through the broken mirror on the ground. The wall behind the altar was covered with various talismans, which seemed to be used to seal this room.

With the help of the perspective that can penetrate the wall, Gao Ming's guess was confirmed. He entered the memory of a "haunted house" this time.

Not a person, he became the haunted house itself.

Maybe there was nothing wrong with the house at the beginning, but after all kinds of things happened here, it heard all kinds of voices, prayers, tasted the seven emotions and six desires, and drank a lot of blood, it slowly had a weak consciousness.

It has accumulated the heavy time of the past and carried people's fantasies about the future. Its face is the wall covered with talismans, and its back is the ground soaked in blood.

"Is this the memory of the future god? This guy was originally a haunted house?"

After the house was vacant for a while, it ushered in a new owner, but all kinds of bizarre and terrifying things still happened here. Finally, one day, the house was dilapidated and no one came in. When Gao Ming began to feel more bored, an evil idea appeared inexplicably.

“Do you want to attract some living people to live here?”