Strange game designer

When a house begins to desire more people to live in, it is likely to become a haunted house.

Perhaps because he heard too many requests and prayers, and saw too much blood and killing, Gao Ming began to have all kinds of uncontrollable thoughts in his heart. Each thought tempted him to do things that a house should not do, such as having fun like those murderers and spying on every living person who approached.

Gao Ming had endured so much pain, and he was naturally not disturbed by these thoughts and let the house become dilapidated.

The ground cracked, the roof collapsed, weeds grew in the corners, and spider webs covered the beams.

As the years passed, Gao Ming felt the existence of time so clearly for the first time, which permeated into the old house every minute and second, slowly corroding everything about him.

His thinking was slowing down, his consciousness began to blur, and Gao Ming seemed to be an old monk in meditation, turning into a stone Buddha.

After many years, the shabby door of the old house was pushed open again, and a pale arm holding a red lantern entered it.

Dust flew, and Gao Ming slowly opened his eyes.

The big red lanterns reflected the face of an old man. Gao Ming couldn't recognize him at all, but the man seemed to be very familiar with this place.

He placed the tributes one by one on the altar according to the scene in his memory, and leaned against the wall covered with talismans and began to tell his story.

The wrinkled face stared in the direction of Gao Ming. From his words, Gao Ming slowly remembered that this old man was the former fat man, the only survivor of the family murder case.

After spending his whole life, the fat man still failed to take revenge. He was old and cried to Gao Ming about the injustice of fate. He hoped that everything his grandfather said was true, and that there were ghosts and gods in this world. He would take revenge even if he sacrificed his life and performed blood sacrifices.

Under Gao Ming's gaze, the old man cut his wrists with a knife. His hands were stained with blood, and he chanted strange spells in his mouth. Like a madman, he hysterically tore off all the talismans on the wall.

In fact, those talismans were just psychological comfort. Gao Ming knew very well that because he had never felt any power on the talisman paper, nothing would change even if the old man tore off all the talisman paper at this time.

He is just an old house, not a god. The so-called haunted house, weirdness, and ominousness are all the meanings given to it by people.

The little fat man seemed to have heard terrible things from his family since he was a child. When he was desperate and his body could not support him, he placed his last hope of revenge here. But the final result made him completely desperate. No miracle happened, and the evil ghost in the haunted house did not appear.

He seemed to have completely lost the courage to live after losing a lot of blood. He has lived to this day for revenge and has always wanted to kill those enemies with his own hands. If he really can't do it, he will release the "evil god" in the haunted house!

The evil god in the haunted house is a terrifying existence for everyone, but he regards it as his last support.

"Why? Why did they do evil and kill people but nothing happened! Why do I have to bear this! God! I know you are here! Can you hear my prayers! My family has worshipped you for generations, please help me, help me!"

Only when there is really no hope will you place your trust in the gods.

Many times, it is not that there are really gods in the world, but that too many people hope that there are gods.

The old man's heart-wrenching voice entered Gao Ming's heart. He seemed to be high above, looking down at the old man lying on the wall with bloody hands.

The broken talisman paper on the ground was like the old man's life, none of which was complete and beautiful.

The vitality slowly faded away. When the old man died next to the altar, countless thoughts in Gao Ming's heart began to burst out uncontrollably. The old man's last obsession seemed to be imprinted in his mind and kept echoing.

Gao Ming knew very well that he was not a god, and those chaotic thoughts also knew that he was not a god, but everything seemed to be moving in a certain direction.

He gradually couldn't suppress those thoughts. All kinds of terrible thoughts were like the roots of poisonous weeds that took root in the ground. This already gloomy old house became more and more ominous. Gao Ming was also greatly affected. He seemed to be swallowed by something.

He resisted with all his strength, but in terms of treating the old man's body, Gao Ming agreed with those thoughts that did not belong to him.

Without intrusion or occupation, the old man's body was left to rot in the courtyard. Dandelions and flowers grew on it. This might be the best moment of its second half of life.

The old man who had been his sustenance since childhood left the world. Gao Ming thought he would be forgotten and slowly dissipate, and survive this nightmare. But in fact, this was just the beginning of everything. The old man's death ignited those evil and terrifying thoughts like a spark. The old man's last call was like a hand reaching into a deep pool, stirring constantly. No one knew what monster would be dragged up in the end!

Time was like falling snow and flying flowers. When Gao Ming and those thoughts were fighting with all his strength, more people began to become curious about the house.

They didn't know where they heard something. This haunted house seemed to be able to curse enemies, deprive them of their life span, and interfere with the future.

Rumors spread everywhere, and people who were forced to no way out gradually regarded this place as hope. They took the initiative to enter the "cannibalistic" house, using themselves as bait to destroy more futures.

Gao Ming's will was gradually suppressed in the confrontation, because everyone who came here had an extremely strong hope. They would rather the "God" really existed, even if it was an evil god who did all kinds of evil.

More and more people believed that the influence of those thoughts was getting bigger and bigger. Enemies began to die strangely. The curse came true, resulting in more believers and incense in the house.

People with various purposes came here. The dilapidated old house was renovated. A strange statue stood on the altar. People who believed that the evil god really existed came together. They were willing to be possessed by those terrible thoughts and become the fingers of the god reaching out to the world.

Gao Ming was overwhelmed by many thoughts. He didn't want to merge with those thoughts, but he couldn't resist. He could only watch the statue on the altar smile at him.

The blurred face on the statue gradually became clear, and the facial features were simply another Gao Ming. When the statue was fully formed, Gao Ming might really be unable to turn over.

"I can't move, I can't control, I'm just a house, how can I destroy it?"

Feeling those thoughts containing terrifying ideas, Gao Ming wanted to break the situation and could only merge with them to eat the most evil and dirty side of the future god, so that he could also control the believers, but if he did so, then in a sense he would be the future god who caused everything.

"But I don't seem to have any other choice. Does the Future God want to convey this message to me?"

The will began to devour those evil thoughts. While Gao Ming was actively polluted, he also gained control and influence over some believers.

This is a very special duel. They need to use different methods to realize the different wishes of believers in order to compete for faith. The one who is left at the end is the real Future God.