Strange game designer

"The clay statues of Bai Huang and the God of Joy were tied together?" Gao Ming narrowed his eyes.

"Pretending to be dirty! Madam Xi came to ask Meng Si for help, asking Meng Si to help the God of Xi return!" Fu Shu spoke quickly: "The God of Xi cannot return smoothly because of the will of Bai Huang, so they want to use this method to help the God of Xi at the cost of sacrificing Bai Huang!"

As soon as the voice changed, Fu Shu began to think again: "But you have already swallowed most of the God of Joy, and the Temple of Joy has been destroyed. Logically speaking, Mengsi will not help it with all his strength. Did they reach some kind of deal?"

"Why think so much? The friend of my enemy is my enemy." The wound on Gao Ming's stomach had just healed. His eyes stayed on the figure that looked like Bai Huang, and he moved towards Bai Zhang.

Meng Si's knife did not cut open Bai Huang's belly. Instead, it dipped the knife in blood and carved names on Bai Huang's skin. Gao Ming was considering whether to take action or not. The young men had already arrived in front of the clay sculpture of the statue.

There are many gods in Zhemeng Town, and they all represent the unspeakable part of "dream". The fate of "dream" is represented by all the gods together.

However, as Fu Shu said before, in order to speed up the cultivation process, Yongsheng Pharmaceutical also put many strange statues and unknown objects collected from the deep world into Zhemeng Town. These things brought in from the outside might be contaminated with other unspeakable auras.

The young man who walked out of the accounting office was holding a sharp knife. He straightened the clay sculpture of the Dragon King. The clay sculpture was completely different from the clay sculpture of the Water Dragon King outside the town, and there was nothing related to the black snake on it.

With the blade pointing downward, he exerted force and directly cut through the clay sculpture's belly.

It was clearly a clay sculpture, but when it was scratched it felt like cutting human skin. Large pieces of talisman paper with water patterns on them and prayers for good weather fell out of its belly. The young man knelt down and kowtowed several times, then reached into the clay sculpture and grabbed a handful of straw and something that looked like human bones.

“Those ordinary-looking straws and talismans are the internal organs of the gods. Without the internal organs, the clay sculpture will lose its magic.” As Fu Shu had just finished speaking, the statue, which was originally indestructible and worm-proof, began to crack. After the last piece of talisman paper was taken out, the clay sculpture shattered and turned into a table of gravel.

Holding the divine organ dug out from the clay sculpture, the young man returned to the accounting room. A group of townspeople dressed in red clothes had mixed sparrows, bats, snakes and twelve kinds of medicinal spirits that they had found in advance into the divine organ.

Those animals are all living things, and each one of them must be alive and kicking and maintain sufficient energy before entering the intestines.

They danced around the god, chanting spells to resurrect the dead, like a group of lunatics living in fantasy.

Gao Ming quietly approached the clay statues outside the white tent. When he touched them, his heartstrings seemed to be plucked. The beliefs and curses hidden in those statues gave him a very familiar feeling.

Suppressing the flesh-and-blood ghost's desire to destroy, Gao Ming picked up the statue as quickly as possible and hid it in a nearby house.

After saving the statue, Gao Ming's pain inexplicably eased a lot. His brain, which was full of memory fragments and about to explode, seemed to be injected with cold spring water. His thoughts, which were tangled like a tangled mess, gradually became straightened out. Two illusory gods appeared in Gao Ming's eyes and slowly disappeared. One of them lived in the past, and the other lived in the future.

"Two gods once lived in my eyes?"

Gao Ming was in a trance and saw the densely packed cause and effect intertwined with himself. Others were involved in at most a few causes and effects, but he was involved in tens of thousands of causes and effects. It seemed that the fate of countless lives would be changed because of his choice.

These idols, which the Eternal Life Pharmaceutical Company found from somewhere unknown, also caused a reaction in Gao Ming's nightmare memory fragments. They seemed to have appeared in Gao Ming's nightmares as well.

When his vision returned to normal, Gao Ming remembered something.

"Don't be dazed all of a sudden. This is an emergency. How come you don't look nervous at all in such a dangerous situation?" Fu Shu lowered his head and muttered to the statue. He just had no hands or feet, otherwise he would definitely go to worship those gods.

"Yeah, I should have been more nervous." Gao Ming's gaze was once again filled with humanity, and the cold and terrifying divinity was hidden again.

The ceremony was still going on in the white account room. The sacred organs inside the clay statue of Dragon King were not enough, so the temple attendant asked people to get new sacred organs. Two young men walked out with knives, only then they found that the statue was missing.

They didn't expect that someone would dare to steal Meng Si's things at the door of the ancestral hall, which was equivalent to trampling on Meng Si's face.

The new divine organ could not be obtained for a long time. One of the life lamps lit in the four corners of the Bai Accounting Room went out, and Bai Huang, who was tied next to the statue of the god, spat out a mouthful of blood.

Meng Si's tattooed face began to change. It seemed as if it was having a seizure. Its body was shaking violently. Dark black names appeared on its body. Those names were very similar to the fonts on the huge rock at the entrance of the town.

The lines of text kept combining and reorganizing, and Meng Si shook more and more violently, as if dancing wildly in the storm, until finally a loud roar came out of his mouth, and all the broken names formed a blood-red eye on his palm, and the two words "Gao Ming" appeared in the eyeball.

"There!"

With a swing of his arm, Meng Si pointed at the house where Gao Ming was hiding.

Several townspeople in red clothes approached rapidly from different directions with knives in hand. Gao Ming had no way of escaping with so many statues at the same time, so he simply walked out.

"I don't want to have a conflict with you. I came here just to save my friend." Gao Ming didn't dare to use the butcher knife casually in Zhemeng Town, fearing that he would attract butchers. He grabbed his shrine and looked at his chest and belly that had just healed with some helplessness: "I killed the God of Joy into that state. If you want to cooperate with someone, I'm actually a good candidate."

Meng Si had no intention of paying any attention to Gao Ming. The names on his arms drilled into the eyes of his palms, trying to merge into the two words Gao Ming.

At the same time, the Zhemeng Town in Gao Ming's eyes changed. His body seemed to be divided into different worlds. His feet were on the stone brick road of Zhemeng Town, but his upper body seemed to be soaked in the nutrient solution of the laboratory, and his head seemed to be hung in a cold storage room.

"The Dream Priest is using the dreams of different people to split your consciousness and steal your five senses." Fu Shu was also affected, and spoke with fear in his tone: "That old thing just happens to restrain the dream interpretation method. Even if a normal nightmare is released, it will be invaded and taken away by the Dream Priest. You have to be careful!"

"My nightmare should be of a higher level than the Dream Breaker Town. It is difficult to take it away." Gao Ming shook his head and opened the door of the shrine a crack: "Because in my opinion, it is a completely real world, a real world that is more terrifying and desperate than any nightmare."