Strange game designer

Chapter 593 Happy Candle

"Meng Si said I don't remember my name, and said I was replaced, but I knew clearly who I was, as for the name..."

There was a faint voice deep in my mind. Gao Ming didn't remember who said it. The voice seemed to have told him that Gao Ming was not his name.

"That guy wasn't trying to deceive me on purpose."

Gao Ming didn't have much impression of his name, and it seemed a natural thing to be called Gao Ming.

"Dr. Xuan in the hospital said that I was an orphan, but in the nightmare, I clearly remember the existence of my parents. Did the name Gao Ming give them or belong to someone else? Is it just used by me?"

Some things cannot be thought about, the more you think about them, the more you feel there is something wrong, and suspicion is a poison of chronic death. If you can't find the truth, you will drive yourself crazy.

"Gao Ming?Gao Ming!" Fu Shu shouted in Gao Ming's ear: "Don't fall into Meng Si's tricks, it likes to play tricks very much."

"Stop shouting, I'm very awake now." Gao Ming wrapped Meng Si's clothes in the package: "Is that guy unable to leave Zhemeng Town?"

"What are you asking about this?"

"I want to grab it and ask something." Gao Ming blew out several lamps in the white account and walked towards the statue of the **** standing deep in the white account.

Various tributes were placed on the red cloth, the statues faced the entrance of the account, and the white phoenix was tied on the back, and similar divine patterns were painted on them.

"God of Joy, I'll give you another chance, you have no hope of turning the tables."

The process of pretending to be dirty was forcibly stopped. Gao Ming walked to Bai Huang's body. The white phoenix, whose divine patterns were carved, was like a banished immortal, and also like a sinful god.

Bai Huang's face showed two different expressions, a warm and festive smile on her face, and her eyes were filled with sadness. Her warm lips slowly opened: "You can't kill me, if I die , she will die."

"It's stubborn." Gao Ming grabbed Bai Huang's shoulder with both hands and pressed his forehead against Bai Huang's eyebrows: "I'll take you to see, my hell."

It's really painful to release your own nightmare, but Gao Ming has no choice now, and only the God of Joy can neutralize his despair in the town.

"Dream interpretation!"

Meng Si's words made Gao Ming more eager to find out the truth, so this time he took the initiative to tear open the wounds in his heart.

The shrine door was opened, and the desperate black ocean instantly flooded the white account room, only the statue of the **** flashed with a glimmer.

The statues in the white account were carefully prepared by Meng Si and the temple servants, and they gathered a large number of divine organs. They didn't know what deal they had reached with the God of Happiness, and they also spent a lot of money to help the God of Happiness.

But even so, there were more and more cracks on the statue. All kinds of divine organs contained in the statue's belly quickly rotted. Instead, the flesh and blood ghosts and gods in the Gaoming shrine changed from virtual to real, breaking free from shackles bit by bit.

"If you don't want to come out, you can only die together." Gao Ming said harsh words, and the despair in his heart poured into Bai Huang's body, specifically looking for places with a strong joy. He knew that this would cause some harm to Bai Huang, but in order to drive away the consciousness of the God of Joy, he could only do this.

The boundless despair, after the deaths come again and again, what greets him is a more cruel death. In this endless end, Bai Huang collapsed after more than thirty rounds.

However, during the period when she persisted, Gao Ming also found a place where the God of Joy was hiding. The ghosts and gods on all sides and eight arms turned into blood vessels and drilled into the body of Baihuang. The strange blood-colored flowers bloomed in the body and finally gathered. In the heart of the white phoenix. A lit red candle reflects the figures of many Xixian, burning quietly in Baihuang's heart.

"Is this the God of Joy? A candle of Joy?"

A mere candle, but even flesh and blood ghosts cannot extinguish it. They can only continue to send despair into the fire, making the fire darker and darker.

The temple of Xi collapsed, and the dreams behind the wedding invitations were destroyed by the flesh-and-blooded giant trees. Xizhu could not recover by itself. Coupled with the endless despair, the fire became weaker and weaker.

At this time, Gao Ming no longer cared about anything else. He tried his best to use the candle to burn despair and pain, and opened his eyes wide to observe the scene deep in the nightmare.

As the nightmare continued to expand, he saw the evil ghosts in the flood, the female principal stepping on human bricks, the hideous big ghosts, and other different lives.

He was the director of the Bureau of Investigation and a psychological counselor in a prison. He also played games...

Each identity is trying a different path, but the final result all points to death!

He wailed in pain, roared unwillingly, waved his hands hard. He saw the guillotine of fate, saw the high-rise buildings of the Investigation Bureau that hidden countless secrets, and found memories called Situ An and Xia Yang. At the end, he was there I saw a big grave in the nightmare.

It is too big, as big as a city, a dead city.

“Hanhai…”

The joyful candle was extinguished, the thunder was rolling in the night sky, and blood rain poured on the dark street. Gao Xian was covered by his nightmare within twenty meters of his body.

No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!

His body was covered with scars, and every **** hole was surging with ghosts and gods. Bai Huang's chest was also **** and vague. All blood vessels merged into eight arms that stretched out from her heart, holding half of the extinguished red wax.

"Has the God of Joy fallen?"

All the joy in Zhemeng Town turned into blood, emitting a faint smell of flesh. A loud noise also came from the dense forest outside the town. The temple of Xi completely collapsed, and strange-shaped flesh and blood branches emerged from the wedding invitation, and the flesh and blood trees were huge. Some branches finally penetrated into the deep nightmare of Zhemeng Town.

The huge flesh and blood ghosts roared in the nightmare of high life. The blessings and good luck of the God of Joy were absorbed by the flesh and blood, and the injuries on its body were recovering quickly.

With his arms bent, the ghosts and gods put Xi wax into the room in Gao Ming's heart. It borrowed Zhang Mingli's soul fire and reignited it.

The faint light illuminated the terrifying room full of torture instruments in Gao Ming's heart, dispelling a little cold and fear for him, so that Gao Ming could use the dream interpretation method to relieve a little pain.

"You seem to have changed a little." Gao Ming looked at the four blurred faces of flesh and blood ghosts and gods, and murmured to himself: "You have become more like a human."

The white account was cut, and there was no longer any joy on Bai Huang's face. Her strong and determined face was now occupied by pain. She could no longer leave her life. Her life was maintained by the ability of flesh and blood, ghosts and gods. Heartbeat and high life maintain the same frequency.

"Are you okay?" Gao Ming carried Fu Shu on his back and untied the rope on Bai Huang's body: "Where did Mrs. Xi go? Why are you the only one here?"

"Madam Xi..." Bai Huang's eyes gradually regained his mind: "I don't know, God of Xi seemed to hand her over to Mengsi, and at her expense he got a pretentious and dirty God."

(End of this chapter)