Strange game designer

Chapter 595 In the ancestral hall

The Nine-story Spirit View leads directly to the end of the night, standing in the galaxy, as if connecting the bridge of reality, and as if it is the only passage to leave Zhemeng Town.

It is attracting all living people to get close, and it also attracts malicious gazes.

"The Nine-level Spiritual Temple has never appeared in Zhemeng Town. So many creatures and foreign objects have been sacrificed, and something extraordinary must have been nurtured in the Spiritual Temple." Gao Ming stretched out his hand into the blood rain and watched it slide from his fingers. blood.

Because he has dream interpretation, because he has accumulated enough pain and despair in the past, he can still live now, otherwise what is flowing on the ground may be his blood.

After seeing the memory fragments in his nightmare, Gao Ming's temperament changed greatly from the inside out, but he felt that he was now closer to his real self.

"In the nightmare city in my heart, the most terrifying ghost in the vast sea was called the Dream Ghost. The ghosts and gods on me were only one step away from becoming a Dream Ghost. The step I didn't take at the beginning might be able to cross in Zhemeng Town." Gao Ming was not afraid or timid. This kind of emotion of fear had not appeared in his eyes for a long time.

Comparing the memory of the dream ghost in my mind with Fu Shu’s description of the indescription, Gao Ming felt that the dream ghost was weaker than the indescription, but his inner intuition told him that the dream ghosts in the vast sea did not really play out. The strength of the dream ghosts is, after all, the vast sea where the dream ghosts live is a dead city.

As the memory recovers, Gao Ming gradually gains a new understanding of many information that he once could not understand.

"Thirteen ways to become unspeakable, unspeakable dreams, Zhemeng Town, which consumes half of the resources of Yongsheng Pharmaceutical, is a cage for Zhang Mingli, but it is a huge paradise for me." Gao The voice of life was very low, and he did not deliberately hide anything from the people around him.

"So many years have passed, and you are the first person to regard this place as a paradise. I am very pleased to meet you." Fu Shu saw Gao Ming being sincerely moved and couldn't help but agree.

"Dream...Dream Ghost... Since Zhang Mingli is worried that he will lose control and become the next dream, then I will do this for him."

"You are right. Only by mastering strength can you control your destiny." Fu Shu touched Gao Ming's shoulder with his nose: "Do you remember what I said is hidden in the ancestral hall? Taking advantage of Meng Si's injury, let's put that thing first. Stealed out."

Most people in the town are attracted by the Nine-story Spirit Temple, and there are not many people in the ancestral hall.

Fu Shu kindly led the way for Gao Ming, and deliberately walked around the back of the ancestral hall and entered it from the small door where the temple servants usually entered and exited.

"There are many things in the ancestral hall, and each item has its own cause and effect. Don't touch it randomly. You just need to find a black tablet named Fu." Fu Shu's voice became lower and lower, and at the end he looked up at it. When I approached the altar, I was stunned and couldn't say a word.

The ancestral hall is the most solemn and serious place in Zhemeng Town. It is usually impossible to even use the **** of use. The layout here is extremely particular. Each piece of wood carving must meet a fixed size, and each piece of silk must undergo multiple inspections, but this is such a place. Now the altar collapses, rotten tributes are rolling everywhere, black tablets fall to the ground, cracked and broken, and most of them cannot even see clearly the text on it.

If it was just like this, it would be acceptable. Looking up, there were hemp ropes hanging on the beams of the ancestral hall, hanging the bodies of dream worship.

Embroidered shoes, red vest, embroidered skirt, and a wide red cloth **** the head. There are men and women, old and young, and each one has extremely miserable death, with different causes of death.

Their bodies drooped down, with something pressing on their heads, and their skin was peeled cleanly.

This **** and terrifying scene made Gao Ming think of the Huang Daxian at the entrance of the town. There seemed to be no difference between humans and yellow-skinned men in the eyes of ghosts and gods. "Name, all the names on the previous few Mengsi were gone!" Fu Shu was trembling, with a cool air in his voice: "It was the Mengsi we met who did it! It brought everyone to the point of All the names in the dream were stolen! That dream is definitely not a human being. Whose skin is it? What is it?”

"Don't worry." Gao Ming glanced around. He neither found the black tablet named Fu Shu mentioned by Fu, nor did he find Zhang Mingli's despair here.

"Has the things you asked me to find were taken away by the updater?" Gao Ming was a little confused: "I saw similar altars and tablets at the updater's house. He said that they were left by one by one. Only after I become an updater can I tell me the secrets. ”

To be honest, the wall of the Gunfu’s house is more like a ancestral hall than here. At least at Gunfu’s house, the old Gunfu is truly respecting the deceased and sincerely praying for the blessings of his ancestors.

"It is possible that the incense of the updater cannot be cut off. They represent the order and time of Zhemeng Town. The updater probably noticed something in advance, so he transferred the things away." The more Fu Shu thought about it, the more he felt that there was a possibility.

"Then let's go find an update?"

"Don't, don't think that the refuneral is a good person. People who represent rules are often the most indifferent and ruthless. If he is forced to do so, he will forcefully take off your head and ask you to help him recharge the incense." Fu Shu sighed. Tone: "Thirteen who have the opportunity to become indescribable ghosts and gods, none of them can be dealt with."

The blood rain fell on the windows, wetting the white window paper of the ancestral hall. The darkness became deeper and the temperature began to drop rapidly. The fire and candlelight could no longer bring a warm feeling. The whole Zhemeng Town seemed to be constantly heading towards the abyss. sink.

There were more and more noises on the streets, and Gao Ming opened the back door of the ancestral hall and looked outside.

The townspeople who had had enough of darkness and pain moved towards the Spirit Temple in groups of three or three. They walked out of their dark homes, with yearning, regardless of the various dangers they might encounter on the road, as if they were caught in their souls, and were determined to enter the Spirit. View.

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

They thought that there was a magical method of liberation there, but in fact it was a demon nest that ate people and did not spit bones. They were just treated layer by layer and served on a certain dining table.

"Do you want to stop them?" Bai Huang said this when Fu Shu stopped him with his eyes.

At the same time, the door of the Tang house not far from here opened again, and dense paper money poured out from the vermilion door, flying everywhere!

"The paper money is back?"

In the floating white paper money, figures were like puppets, controlled by black threads, and walked towards the Nine-layer Spirit Temple.

"Mr. Tang is in charge of living people's life-working money, and the God of Wealth Star controls the money of dead people's funerals, but how did the ability of wealth star appear on Mr. Tang?"

"The wealth star is a taboo, stingy, and greed becomes a person." Fu Shu opened his eyes wide: "Has Zhang Mingli joined forces with Mr. Tang long ago? No! They are particularly hostile to each other, and Zhang Mingli must have used the wealth star's ability Tempting Mr. Tang, using greed to inspire greed, and using the power of Mr. Tang to regain his conscience."

(End of this chapter)