Strange game designer

The pain from the fingertips became more and more obvious. Meng Si just felt uncomfortable at first, but gradually it was as if he had put his hand into boiling water, and then it was as if he was holding a red-hot iron.

The root of everything comes from the eyeball in its palm, or more precisely, from the name in the eyeball - Gao Ming.

The Dream Temple is the bridge between the people and gods of Zhemeng Town. It is tattooed with everyone's name in the dream. It is the certificate and price for people to enter Zhemeng Town.

Yongsheng Pharmaceutical built this place to cultivate unspeakable existence. All testers and various ghosts and gods are poisonous insects, except Mengsi, who is an exception. Even Yongsheng Pharmaceutical has not studied its appearance clearly.

The crazy dream priest has traces of countless dreams on his body. He can borrow the power of various ghosts and gods and the town itself within a limited range.

Because of this, it is easy to see Gao Ming's name, or Gao Ming's name in a dream.

It is easy for people to lie in real life, but in dreams, the subconscious mind will reveal the truth.

"High destiny?"

At first, Mengsi did not think that there was anything special about this name. Until its five fingers held the name, it felt like it was holding up a volcano that could erupt at any time, and the hot magma was almost spraying onto its face.

A person's life memories are carried by a name in dreams.

For the Dream Cult, most test subjects are very easy to deal with. As long as their names are erased, their memories and will in the dream can be destroyed together.

But when he tried to erase Gao Ming's name, not only it, but also the deep nightmare of Zhemeng Town began to become unstable. The name seemed to be a poison that would destroy both parties, or a disaster that would kill anyone who touched it.

Mengsi had never encountered such a situation before, so it injected more of its dreams into it, and observed from different angles with the eyes of dreamers.

After watching for a long time, Meng Si made a surprising discovery.

Gao Ming is not the real name of the dreamer. Gao Ming is the lock on him, the wax that seals his facial features, and a piece of skin that is very difficult to take off!

“Who the hell are you!”

Black blood splashed out from Mengsi's palm. It screamed and wanted to dig out the eyeball in its palm with its other hand, but the eye containing the word "Gao Ming" had already gone out of control. Dense chains appeared in the eye like red bloodshot.

Meng Si danced in the white account room with special steps, and all the names on it began to flow into the palm of its hand. This scene was very strange.

The lost name of the person in the dream appeared in the eyeball with the words "Gao Ming" written on it. Meng Si shouted strange spells that no one could understand. If Fu Shu saw this, he would immediately understand that Meng Si was using the name-substitution method, also called the life-substitution method, among the thirteen transformation methods.

Meng Si wanted to replace Gao Ming with his own name, but the names on his body could not bear the cause and effect brought by Gao Ming. Each name was like a bubble, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not find out the secret behind the name Gao Ming.

The tattoo on his face was bleeding. Meng Si waved his five fingers, leaving bloody marks on his face. His already blurred facial features merged into the tattoo again, and some names hidden under the flesh appeared. Among them were the names of Mr. Tang’s children, Chun Niang and the butcher’s real names, and some names that had been used by the "gods" in Zhemeng Town.

Each of these names was extraordinary. Meng Si clasped his hands together and then pressed the eyes in his palms onto his forehead.

Another loud thunder sounded in the dead silent night sky. Meng Si drove the name of the god closer to his eyeballs, borrowing the power of Zhemeng Town to peek into the things hidden behind the name Gao Ming.

Meng Si saw a strange face, which was completely different from Gao Ming's face on the street.

"His life was replaced?"

The chains wrapped around the name Gao Ming in his eyes began to tighten. Those using the names of gods did not dare to approach. Meng Si cut open his own face and brought out a name that was also wrapped in chains.

The name was stained with curses and was carefully wrapped by the dream priest deep in his skull. It carried an aura that was almost identical to the unspeakable dream.

"Zhang Mingli."

The ordinary name caused a reaction in Zhemeng Town. Mengsi wanted to send Zhang Mingli's real name into his eyes, so that it could fight with Gao Ming to a draw, but the development of things was completely beyond its expectations.

The sound of a house collapsing was heard on the north street of the town. The north side of the white accounting office was torn open, and a townsman in a red coat was thrown into the office.

Gao Ming stood in the dripping blood rain with Fu Shu on his back. He didn't even open the shrine to release his nightmare.

"A bit weak." Gao Ming was unarmed and still carrying Fu Shu on his back, his eyes full of confusion.

Fu Shu spat out a large mouthful of blood and was stabbed twice in the back: "Are you still a human being?! Are you using me as a human shield?"

"Who told you to lie to me?"

"I'm kidding!" Fu Shu also didn't understand. Mengsi was the most bizarre existence in the entire Zhemeng Town. Even the medicine for immortality had not been fully researched. Its methods were mysterious and unpredictable. Some testers just looked at it and turned into vegetables in reality. The degree of danger was much higher than that of the taboo god.

But even such a terrifying existence did not use any "dirty tricks" against Gao Ming, but only let the townspeople who were responsible for entertaining and praising the gods come and fight Gao Ming in close combat. This is incredible.

Walking into the accounting room, Gao Ming saw Mengsi in a strange state. It was obvious that it had suffered some injuries.

"It encountered an accident while filling the body of the God of Joy?" Gao Ming looked at the statue and Bai Huang in the depths of the accounting office. At this moment, there was another person in the room who was more anxious than Meng Si. That was the consciousness of the God of Joy in Bai Huang's body: "Meng Si was injured, and Madam Xi is not here. If you know what's best for you, come out of Bai Huang's body by yourself."

"Gao Ming, don't worry, look at Meng Si's hand!" Fu Shu didn't care much about Bai Huang's life or death. He had been looking for the reason why Meng Si was injured since he entered the house. Finally, he found the eyeball in Meng Si's palm: "Your name! And Zhang Mingli's name! Quick! Take it away! Master the real name, and you can escape from Zhemeng Town at any time!"

Fu Shu was so anxious that he butted his head against Gao Ming. Meng Si had never expected that things would develop to this point. His lips, which were "submerged" by tattoos, opened slightly and said to Gao Ming: "I know your name."

In response to Meng Si, Gao Ming clenched his fist and stepped forward, catching Meng Si first, and then asking other questions.

"You forgot, you don't remember your own name, hahahaha! You really have been replaced!"

Gao Ming punched down, and Meng Si's face caved inward, then exploded like water and foam. All the names disappeared with it, and only a few pieces of clothes were left on the ground.

"It's not very aggressive, but it runs pretty fast." Gao Ming picked up the clothes on the ground and began to think about what Meng Si had just said.