Strange game designer

The underworld is not just about fighting and killing, there are also human relationships and social skills. Compared to those who just want to work hard, the much older Zhang Mingli is much more stable. During the time he was dismembered and suppressed, he also learned to compromise and make deals.

As long as the final goal can be achieved, the process is not important.

"If Zhang Mingli had communicated with Mr. Tang in advance, then he asked me to deliver the gift, which would not be considered as sending myself to death." Gao Ming knew that Zhang Mingli only had malicious intent at the time. In addition, he had a deep grudge against Yongsheng Pharmaceuticals, and he was a tester at the time, so there was nothing wrong with Zhang Mingli's actions at the time.

"Don't be so self-touched. Zhang Mingli is not a good guy either. There is no good person in this town. The good people have been eaten up long ago." Fu Shu spoke quickly, fearing that Gao Ming would make some wrong judgment about Zhang Mingli.

"In your eyes, this nightmare is all dirty stuff?" Bai Huang didn't have a very good impression of Fu Shu: "You really see the world the way your eyes do."

"You're right. I am indeed a bastard. This Zhemeng Town is a bastard place that I created. If I were given another chance to start over, I would definitely destroy this place." Fu Shu's words left Bai Huang at a loss for words.

"Stop fighting among yourselves, come and watch the fun with me." Gao Ming stopped the quarrel between Bai Huang and Fu Shu. There was a faint image of a god in his eyes. He observed the area where the nine-story spiritual temple was located from a long distance.

Over at Tang's residence, paper money flew all over the sky to clear the way. The guests attending the birthday banquet forced smiles, holding various birthday gifts, and moved towards Lingguan.

Black lines of greed entangled their bodies, and the other side of the black lines gathered somewhere in the team. Master Tang should also be in the team, but he was cunning and hid in the dark.

As soon as Master Tang started to take action, the other ghosts and gods could no longer hold back. The Nine-Layered Spiritual Pavilion, a miracle that had never appeared in Zhemeng Town, was too attractive to them.

Joyful music sounded, and amid shrill shouts and curses, the beastly red lanterns in front of the Xi's house slowly floated up, and two Xixian'er wrapped in donkey skins lay on the ground with saddles and reins on their backs, and climbed out of the Xi's house.

One after another, domestic animals followed behind, including pigs, dogs, cows, and sheep. Among them, a black donkey looked the most handsome.

The wedding house that was once occupied by the butcher has now become an animal pen, the townspeople have become the objects of slavery, and the livestock that were previously slaughtered appear to be human beings.

In the middle of the livestock, there was a pool of rotting flesh and bones, with a one-eyed pig face. Its shape kept changing, sometimes it was a strong man nearly three meters tall, and sometimes it became a short and shrewd shopkeeper. It was covered with black hair and its skin was branded with ugly scars with words.

Unlike Master Tang who chose to hide in the dark, the butcher Zhu Ren openly exposed his body, as if he was afraid that others would not know of his existence.

"Zhu Ren also moved."

"It has an old grudge against Master Tang, and it dreams of living in the Tang residence and taking over everything from Master Tang." Fu Shu had a smile on his face. "Zhu Ren used to be the kindest and most honest person in the town, simple and naive. Later, he was cheated by Master Tang and Shopkeeper Wang, and his family was ruined. His body is full of marks of slavery. It is precisely because its status is lower than that of pigs and dogs that it treats livestock with respect and awe when it slaughters them."

"That's not what you said before." Gao Ming glanced at Fu Shu indifferently.

"Really? I just got out of trouble and was frightened. I just remembered a lot of things." Fu Shu smiled awkwardly: "In order to cultivate the unspeakable existence as quickly as possible, Yongsheng Pharmaceutical has been constantly intensifying the conflicts between ghosts and gods and stimulating them to fight each other. At that time, I didn't agree with their approach, but now it seems that ghosts and gods will not join forces with each other, which is a good thing for us."

As if to compete with each other, Zhu Ren made much louder noise than Master Tang. Blood was flowing from his long pig mouth and his red eyeballs were full of murderous intent and madness.

His eyes swept past Zhu Ren, and a human skin staggered out from the shadows on the other side of the alley. Its ripped belly was stuffed with straw and stones, and its body was decorated with the blood of different townspeople, forming the images of "Gods of Use".

Just judging from the smell of blood, the human skin is stronger than the one on Zhu Ren. It is not known what kind of transformation method it represents. Gao Ming has seen it hunting down the Gu Po in the town before.

After the evil spirit left, the shadows in the town seemed to lose their restraints and began to grow wildly like giant black pythons twisting their bodies.

The candlelight in every household was further suppressed, the temperature dropped again, all kinds of evil spirits began to invade the house, and screams were heard one after another.

“Bang!”

To make matters worse, as the blood rain poured in, the bridge outside the town was broken in the middle, and the water level of the river began to rise. Rotting corpses appeared in the mud on the shore, and a huge black shadow was slowly approaching.

The whole town became "lively" because of the appearance of the Nine-Layered Spiritual Temple, but Gao Ming still did not see Zhang Mingli.

"What is Zhang Mingli planning?" Gao Ming was the one who broke into the chessboard. If he didn't come tonight, Zhang Mingli didn't seem to be prepared to sit and wait for death.

The first guests from the Tang residence had already entered the street where the Nine-story Lingguan was located. The land temple that Gao Ming had seen disappeared. The guests tore off the colorful ribbons for praying for blessings, brought the birthday gifts for Mr. Tang, and stopped to the north of the Nine-story Lingguan.

Paper money was floating all over the sky, and other ghosts and gods were gradually approaching.

Ghosts and gods from all walks of life gathered together, and evil spirits killed people wantonly. Zhemeng Town seemed to have become a huge altar, and everything in the town became a sacrifice to the unspeakable.

The night almost blocked out all light except for the Nine-Layered Spiritual Observatory, and the darkness and coldness were finally about to devour everything.

The gong sounded, and a familiar and old figure appeared on the street in the town.

The old night watchman had a bunch of incense sticks stuck around his neck, and was counting the time with a clepsydra. His black clothes were almost soaked in blood. He didn't hold an umbrella, but abided by the rules of Zhemeng Town alone and strictly performed his duties.

His cloth shoes stepped in the mud, leaving behind blood-red shoe prints. He beat the gong in his hand and slowly walked towards the street where the Nine-story Lingguan was located.

As he walked and shouted, the old voice brought a sense of peace of mind to the townspeople that had not been heard for a long time.

"It's four o'clock in the morning, and the weather is freezing cold!"