Strange game designer

The curtain of the sedan chair was lifted a crack, and outside, the butcher and Xixian'er were fighting fiercely. Normally, Xixian could not be seen with the naked eye, but now they were all contaminated by the butcher's flesh and blood. Their deformed bodies began to grow animal hair and horns, and their connection with Xishen was also affected.

The wedding procession was blocked at the entrance of the town, but Bai Huang, a Yelang, was not in a hurry at all. She wore a wedding dress and rode a white paper horse. Her expression was neither sad nor happy, but she would occasionally look at the sedan chair.

Gao Ming wanted to call Bai Huang to run together, but the other party seemed to have no intention of leaving at all.

"There is only one chance. Let's escape first and find a chance to come back to save her." The man whispered to Gao Ming: "Don't drag her down."

His eyes swept over the butcher's rotten meat, and Gao Ming stared at the alley not far away. He gently turned the bronze mirror to make sure that there was no hidden Xixian, then lifted the curtain of the sedan chair and his body pierced into the darkness like a sharp arrow.

"Who are you!"

"You dare to hide in the sedan chair of the God of Joy? You are stained with the karma of the God of Joy. You can't run away!"

Red lines drilled into Gao Ming's body, but they were like a drop in the ocean, without any reaction.

Most of the Joy Immortals were entangled by the furious butcher, and only two Joy Immortals close to the sedan chair came to chase. The two sides circled in the alley for a long time, and Gao Ming finally shook them off.

"It's incredible that I was rescued from the Joy House by a tester?" The man didn't think there were any loopholes in the cage he designed. Ordinary people couldn't see the Joy Immortals at all. When they could see the Joy Immortals, they would be assimilated. Therefore, even Zhang Mingli's malicious intentions did not dare to step into the door of the Joy House casually.

Back to the school, when Gao Ming appeared with the man on his back, Zhang Mingli couldn't hide the surprise in his eyes. The faces of Wan Min and Wan Yang, the siblings next to him, were full of incomprehension. Their father's notes had detailed records. Zhang Mingli's mission was a sure death. If he wanted to obtain the dream interpretation and transformation method, he could only coax and persuade. Gaining Zhang Mingli's trust was the key.

"I brought the person back." Gao Ming put down the stick on his back that looked almost the same as Zhang Mingli, but he did not choose to hand the person over to Zhang Mingli. Instead, he put the butcher knife on the man's neck through Chunniang's clothes: "Give me the complete dream interpretation method."

Zhang Mingli's eyes moved between Gao Ming and the man, and he laughed dumbly. He shook his head and pointed at Gao Ming and said: "You kid seems to be particularly talented in destroying Yongsheng Pharmaceutical. If you hadn't worn the black ring, I almost thought you were a ghost running out of the deep world."

"Maybe, he ran out of the deep world." The man thought: "Happiness doesn't work on him, and the rules can't restrict him. It's strange, it's too strange."

"Fu Shu, I didn't expect that we can meet again in our lifetime." Zhang Mingli slowly approached: "I regard you as a confidant and cooperate with you to climb to the highest point of Yongsheng Pharmaceutical, and you treat me like this?"

"I am willing to accept the loss." The man did not complain or regret, but there was endless bitterness in his eyes.

"I forgot the name of the savior, but I still remember everything they left for me. Now it's time to return them to their original owners." Zhang Mingli's strength does not lie in his own strength. At the beginning, the saviors wanted to enter the deep world to find people, but he chose to stay in Xinhu because he could not give up his love for his wife. The saviors left a lot of cursed objects for Zhang Mingli to deter the greedy big companies in Xinhu.

"I don't know where they were transferred to. Now I am a prisoner like you." Fu Shu, who has become a human stick, and Zhang Mingli seemed to be friends before.

"At the beginning, you used the lives of countless living people to stop me from using cursed objects. I, an evil ghost, didn't want to commit murder. As a result, who knew that you were so cruel to your own people, specially divided a block, implanted the curse of dreams for all the living people in the block, and trapped me at the cost of all of them..."

"Don't say it, this matter has nothing to do with me." Fu Shu lowered his head in pain.

"Is it useful to escape?" Zhang Mingli smiled and ignored Fu Shu. He looked at Gao Ming: "You did a great job. I can't find any flaws. Come with me to the school. I will help you release the nightmare in your heart."

Under the complicated gaze of the Wan family siblings, Gao Ming held Fu Shu with a knife and entered the school.

The wooden door that had been open to the outside slowly closed. From the outside, there was no change in the school, but the inside was completely different from before.

Divine patterns and bloodstains appeared on the worn-out desks. The ends of those patterns intertwined on Zhang Mingli, igniting a fire in his heart that would never go out.

"Releasing nightmares requires dream guidance, igniting soul fire and a shrine that carries nightmares. In fact, you have all these. I just play a guiding role." Zhang Mingli let Gao Ming put down the knife helplessly: "Don't be so cautious. I really don't mean to hurt you. Relax and let me see your heart."

The sound of chanting scriptures appeared in the school, and some indescribable phantoms flashed on the wall. They were not clear and could not be touched. They seemed to be the unspeakable things Zhang Mingli had seen in the deep world.

Those eyes were like sharp knives that easily cut open Gao Ming's flesh and blood. Then Zhang Mingli gently exclaimed: "You can't even break my will? How can a person's will reach this point?"

Grabbing the flame in his heart, Zhang Mingli said solemnly: "Don't resist, I'm helping you."

After repeated persuasion, Gao Ming let down his guard and let Zhang Mingli's flame covered with divine patterns approach his chest.

The fragrance of flesh and blood wafted in the school, and the wailing of evil spirits sounded. Zhang Mingli stared at Gao Ming's chest, his eyelids twitching, and he saw what was hidden in Gao Ming's heart.

It was an extremely dark room, with cracks all over the heart wall. Looking inside along the cracks.

Countless chains entangled a four-armed, eight-faced flesh and blood ghost god. The steps leading to the gods were all made of Gao Ming's own body. He was both his own belief and his own believer.

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"Died so many times? Is this a human?"

The flames dispelled the darkness. Zhang Mingli was about to probe his soul fire into the room when an extremely violent voice came from the chains.

"Get out!"

The murderous aura broke through the night sky, as if breaking the boundary between reality and illusion, blurring the cause and effect of the past and the future.

One word reminded Zhang Mingli of what the saviors had said. In the deep world, there is a group of lunatics who are more brutal than the unspeakable. They are very rare and are called fierce gods.

"This guy's heart is broken. His memory and soul should have been destroyed, but they were bound together by chains. He still has some memory hidden in his bones and flesh, dormant in every drop of blood! What happened to this guy? Why is his method of hiding his memory so strange and special? Who is he trying to avoid?"

Zhang Mingli was not scared by the voice. He values ​​his promises the most and will definitely do what he promised.

The soul fire touched the cracks in the heart wall. Zhang Mingli used the ability he got from someone unspeakable, and used himself as a guide to draw out part of the memory in the strange room in Gao Ming's heart!