Strange game designer

"Meng Si said that I don't remember my name, and that I was replaced, but I know clearly who I am. As for my name..."

There was a faint voice deep in his mind. Gao Ming couldn't remember who said it, but that voice also seemed to tell him that Gao Ming was not his name.

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

Gao Ming didn't have much impression about his own name, and it seemed natural to be called Gao Ming.

"Dr. Xuan in the hospital said I was an orphan, but in my nightmare I clearly remembered the existence of my parents. Was the name Gao Ming given by them, or did it belong to someone else? And was it just used by me?"

Some things cannot be thought about too much. The more you think about them, the more problems you find. Doubt is a kind of slow-death poison. 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 for Meng Si's tricks. It likes playing dirty tricks."

"Don't shout, I'm awake now." Gao Ming put Meng Si's clothes into the bag and said, "Is there no way that guy can leave Zhemeng Town?"

"Why do you ask that?"

"I want to catch it and force it to confess some things." Gao Ming blew out several lights in the white tent room and walked towards the statue standing deep in the white tent.

Various tributes were placed on the red cloth. The front of the statue was facing the entrance to the accounting office, with a white phoenix tied to its back. Similar divine patterns were painted on their bodies.

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

The process of pretending to be dirty was forcibly stopped, and Gao Ming walked in front of Bai Huang. Bai Huang, with divine patterns engraved all over his body, looked like a banished immortal, or a sinful god.

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

"You are so stubborn." Gao Ming grabbed Bai Huang's shoulders with both hands and put his forehead against Bai Huang's eyebrows: "I will take you to see my hell."

It was too painful to release his own nightmare, but Gao Ming had no choice now, and the God of Joy was the only one in the town who could neutralize his despair.

"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 door of the shrine was opened, and the black ocean of despair instantly submerged the white accounting office, with only the statue of the god shining faintly.

The statues in the white account room were carefully prepared by Mengsi and the temple attendants, and contained a large amount of god's organs. They didn't know what kind of deal they had reached with the God of Joy, but they spent a lot of money to help the God of Joy.

But even so, the cracks on the statue became more and more, and the various divine organs in the statue's stomach quickly rotted. On the contrary, the flesh and blood ghosts and gods in the high-life shrine turned from virtual to real, and were breaking free from the shackles little by little.

"If you don't want to come out, then we can only die together." Gao Ming said harshly, and injected the despair in his heart into Bai Huang's body, looking for places with 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 had to do this.

Boundless despair, after dying again and again, what awaited him was an even more cruel death. In this endless end, Bai Huang collapsed after holding on for more than thirty rounds.

However, during the time she persisted, Gao Ming also found the place where the consciousness of the God of Joy was hiding. The ghost with four faces and eight arms turned into blood vessels and drilled into Bai Huang's body. Strange blood-colored flowers bloomed in the body and finally gathered in Bai Huang's heart.

A lit red candle illuminated the figures of many happy fairies, burning quietly in Bai Huang's heart.

"Is this the god of joy? A candle of joy?"

It was just a candle, but even the flesh and blood ghosts could not extinguish it. They could only constantly send despair into the flame, making it dimmer and dimmer.

The wedding temple collapsed, and the dreams behind the wedding invitations were destroyed by the giant tree of flesh and blood. The wedding candles were unable to recover on their own, and coupled with the endless despair, the flames became increasingly dimmer.

At this moment, Gao Ming no longer cared about anything else. He desperately used the wedding candles to burn away his despair and pain, and opened his eyes wide to observe the scene deep in the nightmare.

As the nightmare continued to expand, he saw evil spirits in the flood, the headmistress stepping on human bricks, a number of hideous ghosts, and a series of different lives.

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

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

He wailed in pain, roared in unwillingness, and waved his hands vigorously. He saw the guillotine of fate, the high-rise building of the Investigation Bureau that hid countless secrets, and discovered the memories of people named Situ An and Xia Yang. Last but not least, he saw a big tomb in that nightmare.

It is so big that it seems like a city, a dead city.

"The vast sea..."

The wedding candles went out, thunder rumbled in the night sky, blood rained on the dark street, and everyone within 20 meters around Gao Ming was shrouded in his own nightmare.

His body was covered with scars, and in every bloody wound there were limbs of ghosts and gods surging. Bai Huang's chest was also a bloody mess, and all the blood vessels merged into eight arms that stretched out from her heart, clutching half of the extinguished red candle.

"The God of Joy has fallen?"

All the joy in Zhemeng Town turned into blood, emitting a faint smell of meat. A loud noise was also heard in the dense forest outside the town. The wedding temple collapsed completely. Weirdly shaped flesh and blood branches emerged from the wedding invitations, and some branches of the giant flesh and blood tree finally drilled into the deep nightmare of Zhemeng Town.

The huge flesh and blood ghost roared in the nightmare that belonged to Gao Ming. The blessing and good fortune of the god of joy were absorbed by the flesh and blood, and its injuries were recovering rapidly.

With its arm bent, the ghost placed the wedding candle into the room in Gao Ming's heart, and it used Zhang Mingli's soul fire to rekindle it.

The faint light illuminated the terrible room full of torture instruments in Gao Ming's heart, dispelling some of the coldness and fear for him, so that Gao Ming could use the dream interpretation method to alleviate some of the pain.

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

The white tentacles were torn, and there was no joy on Bai Huang's face anymore. Her strong and resolute face was now filled with pain. She could no longer leave Gao Ming. Her life was entirely maintained by the power of flesh and blood ghosts. Her heartbeat maintained the same frequency as Gao Ming.

"Are you okay?" Gao Ming carried Fu Shu on his back and untied the ropes on Bai Huang: "Where did Madam Xi go? Why are you the only one here?"

"Madam Xi..." Bai Huang's eyes gradually regained consciousness: "I don't know, Xishen seems to have handed her over to Mengsi, and at her expense, he got a chance to pretend to be a dirty god."