Strange Game Designer
/ Strange Game Designer Chapter 429
Chapter 429 The initial appearance of the future god
The future is a word full of imagination and hope for many people, but for others, the thought of tomorrow becomes bitter.
In order to pull out the nail that the future **** had driven into the heart of the flesh and blood fairy, Gao Ming entered the future god's room and, with the help of the female ghost, touched the future god's heart.
He wants to find the future that belongs to the future **** among countless fantasies about the future.
Destroying the clay sculpture is destroying the faith of the future god, and occupying the flesh and blood god's son is cutting off the future god's escape route. What Gao Ming is doing now is to kill the future god's will. After many arrangements, several candidates for the Blood City have made mistakes. It was the wrong "joint effort" that gave Gao Ming this opportunity.
At this time, he didn't know what was happening in the room. His face had changed, and his consciousness sank into the deepest place of death.
In the city of Hanhai, for the first time, living people and gods are fighting at the level of will. Any holes in their memory and flaws in their character will become targets of attack. They continue to travel through the future imagined by believers, in their dreams. Death, and awakening in a new dream.
Ordinary people simply cannot bear such a hopeless, seemingly endless bad future, but Gao Ming is an extreme exception. He has experienced almost all bad futures in his previous experiences, and he has suffered more deaths than believers of the future god. There are more than you can imagine. The **** who created despair met a person who had experienced all kinds of despair. The will of both parties was extremely firm and could not be shaken at all.
In the heart of the future god, Gao Ming has also experienced various lives, including those of his female ghost parents. Every time he experiences a bad future, his will will be tempered and become sharper. He was like a sharp knife, piercing the future god's heart bit by bit until he found the memory that belonged to the future **** himself.
I don't know how many times he opened his eyes, or how many times he faced despair. When Gao Ming once again escaped from the worst future in others' minds, he fell into a brand new memory.
This memory is different from all previous memories. It is extremely clear, very real, and has a faint smell of incense.
As his eyes moved, Gao Ming suddenly realized that he could see a lot of things, and the walls couldn't block him. He tried to move his body, but he couldn't feel his hands and feet.
“Whose future am I entering this time?”
The sound of the door being pushed open suddenly sounded. Gao Ming saw an old man approaching him tremblingly, carrying a tribute. He was mumbling something indistinctly, put down the tribute and ran away quickly.
The old door was closed again, and the surroundings fell into darkness again.
"Where is this? Am I bound? This time I am entering a vegetative future?" Gao Ming did not feel panic. He had already experienced the future of blind people, vegetative people, and various patients before. Can't really break him.
The passage of time began to blur, and Gao Ming could not hear the sound of the clock hands moving, but could only vaguely hear the sound of the clock ticking from far away.
When the door of the house was opened again, a short and fat child ran in. The little guy looked like a tiger, but now he seemed to be a thief. He walked on his short legs and ran towards his life like a ball.
He followed the old man's example, took out some tributes from his pocket and put them on the table, then kowtowed a few times in the direction of Gao Ming, muttering that he hoped he would not be bullied in the future and hoped that his mother would get sick soon. When he got better, he said a lot of wishes in succession, which made Gao Ming feel ridiculous and pitiful.
"Am I going to enter this little fat man's memory this time? It doesn't seem right..."
The days went by, and Gao Ming could not find a way to break the situation. The old man came in rarely. Most of the time, the little fat man sneaked in in the middle of the night to make wishes, but none of his wishes came true.
"You know it's useless to make a wish, but you still come here every day. Do you think you take me as your faith?" The boy grew up slowly, and his clothes had strange patterns, which Gao Ming had never seen before.
"What a boring future, far less confrontational than the previous ones." Gao Ming yawned. His will was hidden in the darkness, and he still didn't know who or what he was attached to.
At midnight, rapid footsteps suddenly sounded, and a cry for help came from outside the house door.
The smell of blood poured into his nose, and the lit candle fell to the ground. The old man ran into the house with the little fat man in his arms, stuffed him under the altar table, then cleaned up the traces and rushed out again.
The little fat man was trembling with fear. He didn't even dare to cry.
Not long after, the door of the house was violently opened, and some partially alienated villagers walked in holding farm tools and knives. They looked in the direction of Gao Ming and began to hesitate, as if they were a little scared and a little excited.
In the end, none of them dared to come over. They put away the **** weapons, bowed to the location of Gao Ming, and then turned around and left.
These "bandits" did not close the door, so Gao Ming and the little fat man under the altar could clearly see what was happening outside. The mansion was bloodbathed, and they witnessed a complete tragedy of "extermination of the entire family."
The smell of blood slowly turned into a putrid smell. Even after dawn, the little fat man still did not dare to go out. When the next night came, another wave of people came in and checked again. After making sure that nothing was missing, they locked the door of the house and left.
The little fat man survived alone. He barely survived for some time by relying on the food on the table, and finally escaped.
Gao Ming also saw his location through the broken mirror on the ground. The wall behind the altar was covered with various talismans, and all of them seemed to be used to seal the room.
With the help of the perspective that can penetrate the wall, Gao Ming's suspicion was confirmed. This time he entered the memory of a "haunted house".
Not a person, he becomes the haunted house itself.
Maybe there was nothing wrong with the house at first, but after all kinds of things happened here, it heard all kinds of voices, prayed, tasted the seven emotions and six desires, and drank a lot of blood, it slowly developed a Faint consciousness.
It has accumulated a lot of time in the past and carries people's fantasies about the future. Its face is the wall covered with talismans, and its back is the ground soaked in blood.
“Is this the memory of the future god? This guy started out as a haunted house?”
After the house was vacant for a period of time, it received a new owner, but all kinds of bizarre and terrifying things still happened here. Finally, one day came when the house was in ruins and no one came in. When Gao Ming began to feel more bored, an evil idea appeared inexplicably.
“Do you want to attract some living people to live in it?”
(End of this chapter)
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