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The Nine-Layered Spiritual Pavilion leads directly to the end of the night, standing tall in the galaxy, like a bridge connecting reality, and also like the only passage to leave Zhemeng Town.

It attracts all living people to come closer, but also attracts malicious glances.

"A nine-story spiritual temple has never appeared in Zhemeng Town. With so many lives and foreign objects sacrificed, something extraordinary must have been born in the spiritual temple." Gao Ming stretched his hand into the blood rain, watching the blood slipping through his fingers.

Because he possesses the method of dream interpretation, and because he has accumulated enough pain and despair in the past, he is still alive now. Otherwise, what is flowing on the ground might be his blood.

After seeing the memory fragments from his nightmare, Gao Ming's entire 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 is called a dream ghost. The ghost in me was only one step away from becoming a dream ghost at that time. That step that I didn't take at the beginning, perhaps I can take it in Zhemeng Town." Gao Ming was not afraid or timid. The emotion of fear had not appeared in his eyes for a long time.

Comparing the memories of dream ghosts in his mind with Fu Shu's description of the Unspeakable, Gao Ming felt that the dream ghosts were weaker than the Unspeakable. However, his inner intuition told him that the dream ghosts in the vast sea did not show their true strength. After all, the vast sea where the dream ghosts lived was a dead city.

As his memory recovered, Gao Ming gradually gained a new understanding of a lot of information that he had previously been unable to understand.

"Thirteen ways to become unspeakable, unspeakable dreams, and the Dream-Zhemeng Town that consumed half of the resources of the Eternal Life Pharmaceutical Company. This place is a cage for Zhang Mingli, but a huge paradise for me." Gao Ming's voice was very low, and he did not deliberately hide anything from the people around him.

"After so many years, you are the first person who regards this place as a paradise. I am very pleased to meet you." Fu Shu saw that Gao Ming was sincerely expressing his feelings, 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 it for him."

"You are right. Only by mastering power can you master your destiny." Fu Shu nudged Gao Ming's shoulder with his nose. "Do you remember what I said was hidden in the ancestral hall? While Meng Si is injured, let's steal that thing first."

Most of the people in the town were attracted by the Nine-Layered Spiritual Temple, and there were not many people at the ancestral hall.

Fu Shu kindly led Gao Ming the way, and went around to the back of the ancestral hall and entered through the small door that the temple attendants usually entered and exited.

“There are many offerings in the ancestral hall, and each item has its own cause and effect. Don’t touch them randomly. You just need to find a black tablet with the surname Fu.” Fu Shu’s voice became lower and lower. When he finally looked up at the altar, he was stunned and couldn’t utter a word.

The ancestral hall is the most solemn and serious place in Zhemeng Town. Even the gods are not allowed to enter at ordinary times. The layout here is extremely exquisite. Every piece of wood carving must conform to fixed dimensions, and every piece of silk must be inspected many times. However, even in such a place, the altar has collapsed, rotten tributes are rolling everywhere, and black tablets have fallen to the ground, cracked and broken. Most of them can't even see the words on them clearly.

If it were just that, it would be acceptable. But looking up, there were hemp ropes hanging from the beams of the ancestral hall, with corpses of dream worshippers hanging from them.

They were wearing embroidered shoes, red flowered waistcoats, embroidered skirts, and inch-wide red cloth bands on their heads. There were men and women, old and young, and they all died in extremely tragic ways, with different causes of death.

Their bodies were hanging down, with something on top of their heads, and their skins had been peeled off cleanly.

This bloody and horrifying scene reminded Gao Ming of the Huang Daxians at the entrance of the town. In the eyes of ghosts and gods, there seemed to be no difference between humans and yellow foxes.

"Names, the names of the previous dream priests are all gone!" Fu Shu trembled, his voice filled with chills: "It was the dream priest we met who did it! It stole everyone's name in their dreams! That dream priest is definitely not a human, whose skin is it? What kind of thing is it?"

"Don't be anxious." Gao Ming looked around. He neither found the black tablet with the surname Fu as mentioned in Fu Shu, nor did he find Zhang Mingli's despair here.

"Did the thing you asked me to find get taken away by the night watchman?" Gao Ming was a little confused. "I once saw a similar altar and tablet in the night watchman's house. He said that it was left by each night watchman. Only after I become a night watchman can he tell me the secret."

Frankly speaking, the wall at the night watchman's house looks more like an ancestral hall than this place. At least in the night watchman's house, the old night watchman truly respects the deceased and sincerely prays for the ancestors' blessings.

"It's possible. The night watchmen's incense cannot be cut off. They represent the order and time of Zhemeng Town. The night watchmen probably noticed something in advance, so they moved the things away." The more Fu Shu thought about it, the more he felt that this was possible.

"Then shall we go find the night watchman?"

"Don't think that the night watchman is a good person. People who represent the rules are often the most cold-blooded and ruthless. If he is forced into a corner, he will forcibly take off your head and ask you to help him continue the incense." Fu Shu sighed: "Those thirteen people have the chance to become unspeakable ghosts and gods, and none of them are easy to deal with."

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 entire Zhemeng Town seemed to be sinking into the abyss.

There were more and more noisy sounds on the street. Gao Ming opened the back door of the ancestral hall and looked outside.

The townspeople, fed up with the darkness and pain, moved towards the spiritual temple in twos and threes. They walked out of their dark homes with longing, regardless of the various dangers they might encounter on the way, as if they were possessed and were determined to enter the spiritual temple.

They thought it was a fairy palace with a way to be liberated, but in fact it was a den of demons that ate people without leaving any bones. They were just processed layer by layer and then served on a dining table.

"Do you want to stop them?" Bai Huang had just said this when Fu Shu stopped him with a look.

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

“Is paper money back again?”

Amid the floating white paper money, figures appeared like puppets, being controlled by black strings, walking towards the Ninth Floor Spiritual Observatory.

"Mr. Tang is in charge of the money earned by the living, and the God of Wealth is in charge of the funeral expenses of the dead. But how did the power of God of Wealth appear on Mr. Tang?"

"The wealth star is taboo, stingy, and greedy." Fu Shu opened his eyes wide: "Could it be that Zhang Mingli has already joined forces with Master Tang? No! They are extremely hostile to each other. Zhang Mingli must be using the power of the wealth star to seduce Master Tang, using greed to stimulate greed, and using Master Tang's power to regain his conscience."