Strange game designer

Holding the wax-sealed mud ball, Gao Ming nodded: "I will help you deliver the things. Is there anything else you want to tell me?"

"The butcher's house, the meat shop and the feed house represent a reform method, but the butcher went crazy for some reason, killed the owner of the butcher shop, overturned the butcher shop, and is now looking for the owner of the feed house." The face in the white pig's throat was pale, but he still tempted: "I don't know when the butcher will come back. The knives for killing pigs in the house are all treasures. They can kill ghosts and suppress evil. If you need them, you can choose one to take away. Don't be greedy."

"If I take the butcher's knife, won't he chase me?" Gao Ming didn't touch the things in the house, but he guessed that the butcher went to the butcher shop to find the lost pig-killing knife, and the knife was on him at this time.

"He is crazy, his mind is not clear, and his memory is very poor. This is the information I risked my life to get." The human face wanted to say something, but suddenly there was a violent shouting on the street outside the courtyard wall.

"The knife was stolen! Shopkeeper Wang stole my knife!"

Climbing over the wall, Gao Ming lay on the top of the wall, blending into the darkness, staring at the door of the butcher shop.

The wooden door was half open, the candlelight in the butcher shop flickered, and a large shadow was cast on the street, like a rolling wave.

"Shopkeeper Wang is dead, idiot, you killed him, you ground him into blood tofu!"

The powerful voice suddenly became shrill, as if he suddenly pinched his throat with his hand.

"I killed him? That's right! He's dead! I grabbed his chin, and stabbed the knife directly into his throat and stabbed his heart!" The voice became heavy again: "No, no! Shopkeeper Wang is dead, then who stole my knife! He's still alive! He's not dead yet! He also asked the black donkey to give him a son!"

"Shut up! Stop making so much noise!"

"I have to kill the black donkey!"

"If you dare to kill her, I'll tear you apart!" The shrill voice became more hysterical, and the powerful voice seemed to be sick.

"Damn it! She deserves to die, and you deserve to die too! Kill, kill, kill, I'm going to open your family tree, line by line! Page by page! Kill them one by one!"

"Bang!" The candlestick was pushed down, and the shadow spread rapidly. Gao Ming felt threatened and jumped over the wall to escape.

He felt the shadow approaching and ran half a street before getting rid of it.

"The butcher treated the family tree as a recipe." Gao Ming noticed that the butcher was not in the right state: "The butcher has two voices, as if he is schizophrenic. The black donkey is a tester. He was originally bullied by Wang, but the butcher killed Wang but spared the black donkey."

With the butcher's tyrannical personality, he would definitely kill them all. The rescue of the black donkey is probably related to another sharp voice on the butcher's body. Gao Ming suspected that the owner of the voice was a tester, who used some method to share a body with the butcher and drove the butcher crazy.

Zhemeng Town is the last test for the testers of Yongsheng Pharmaceutical. It is the core of the secrets of Yongsheng Pharmaceutical. The testers who can survive in the town must be extraordinary. Among them, there may be players of the taboo game who are imprisoned here by Yongsheng Pharmaceutical.

"The face in the white pig said that everything in Zhemeng Town is an image, and there are corresponding entities in reality. What does the butcher represent?"

Gao Ming ran in the night, his footsteps were very light, like a civet cat. When he passed several houses, he noticed that something strange was happening in them, but he did not stop and came to the west street of the town at the fastest speed.

This street leads directly to the west gate of Zhemeng Town. There is no stone beam at the west gate, but some fences and stone tablets are randomly erected. There are many abandoned old houses nearby.

It seems that no one has lived in the west for a long time. The buildings are covered with dust and have a sense of desolation.

After coming here, Gao Ming was extremely alert. After eating the flesh and blood fruit, his eyes showed various changes in the nightmare, and the most obvious manifestation was that his vision was exceptionally good.

The west gate of the village seemed to be very close at the end of the west street of the town, but in Gao Ming's eyes, this street seemed to have no end. The large number of abandoned houses was also very strange. When he looked at the door of the west street, he felt that countless pairs of eyes were staring at him.

He thought there was someone hiding in the windows of the house, but slowly, he found that those were the windows themselves, staring at him like eyes.

"This West Street... is a bit evil."

Holding the mud ball, Gao Ming was a little hesitant. He just had the idea of ​​staying away, and his eyes happened to see the land temple mentioned by the human face.

The temple was not big, the bricks and tiles were smeared with rice paste, and there were blessing ribbons tied around. There were piles of incense ash at the entrance of the temple. The land master in the temple had kind eyes, but because the painted color fell off over the years, it was mottled and looked a little weird.

"Is the old man smiling at me?"

Just as he was about to leave, he saw the building he was looking for. Gao Ming recalled what the human face said and became more cautious.

After confirming that the butcher knife was where he could grab it with his backhand, Gao Ming slowed down and moved forward little by little.

"There are candles in the night temple outside the town, but the temple in the town is pitch black. It's strange, really strange." Dreaming of a temple in a dream is usually a good omen, but in this dream, Gao Ming didn't know what the temple symbolized.

Coming to the side of the land temple, Gao Ming deliberately didn't look at the statue. He could feel that there were terrible eyes staring at him. As he approached the land temple, the sense of oppression became stronger.

A copper coin fell into his hand. Gao Ming prepared the copper coin with one hand and prepared to draw his sword with the other. He walked past the land temple step by step, but no unexpected accident happened.

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Not daring to relax, Gao Ming looked at the dilapidated house behind the temple. Compared with other houses, this house was exposed to the wind on all sides. Not to mention the windows, even the walls were not built.

There were green bricks and yellow mud on the ground, and inside the house was an unfinished stove and a half-built bed.

There was a very thick wooden pillar in the middle of the house. After Gao Ming approached, the face carved on the pillar slowly opened its eyes.

At the same time, the clay statue in the north corner of the house also showed a terrified expression, as if the person he was waiting for did not come back and was now in a very dangerous state.

"Building a spiritual temple?"

Gao Ming narrowed his eyes and looked inside the house. His sight happened to meet the person in the wooden beam. The other party was a little afraid, but he could not communicate with Gao Ming. Only the stove ash "borrowed" from other people's homes on the ground was blown up, forming lines of text.

"Please help me, my friend. When the spiritual temple is built, I will leave a door for you. You can enter this place at any time to avoid disasters."

The face on the wooden pillar was full of sincerity, and the words under the stove ash seemed to be his voice.

"Can a living person really build himself into a spiritual temple?" Gao Ming was surprised, and many memory fragments emerged in his mind. In the nightmare he fell into when he was unconscious, were there many buildings "built" by living people? Could the city itself be a huge spiritual temple?

Gao Ming's mind had a shadow of a large tomb. He didn't know who was buried in the tomb, but he always felt that he had an unbreakable connection with the tomb.

"It can't be that I'm buried there, right?"