Strange game designer

"Night watchman!"

"He's here too?"

Gao Ming and Fu Shu spoke at the same time, both of them had deep memories of the old night watchman.

"Don't get into conflict with the night watchman for the time being. That old guy is the last night watchman in the town. He is incredibly powerful and can even call out his ancestors at critical moments." Fu Shu lowered his head, not daring to stare at the incense stick on the night watchman's head for too long, as if he was worried that he would be discovered by something.

As more and more ghosts and gods came near the Nine-Layered Spiritual Temple, conflicts inevitably broke out. No one knew who started the fight first. Gao Ming only saw two huge stone lions knocking down the paper man carrying the white sedan, causing the spirit tablet of the taboo god to shake.

The taboo gods hold powers related to death and taboos, but the paper money falling all over the sky deliberately avoids them. All the funeral money burned for the dead in the town has now been taken away by Master Tang.

This is no longer a matter of saving face. Mr. Tang's greed is directed at the remaining three taboo gods. No matter how good their tempers are, they will not choose to tolerate it.

At four o'clock in the morning, the paper man opened his eyes. This was such an ominous sign, but Master Tang didn't care at all. His greed was based on terrifying strength. It was just pitiful for the guests who attended the birthday banquet, who were trembling with fear.

The sound of mourning was heard near the white sedan chair. A paper man over three meters tall waved his long sleeves in the wind, tears hanging on his face covered with cheap dyes. With every word he cried out, a guest would fall ill.

"Master Tang! Save me, and I will give you all my money! All of it!"

"Isn't the Tang residence still short of maids? I will send my daughter to your house right now! Save me! Save me!"

"Mr. Tang, you are not trustworthy! You said that if I paid you the money, you would keep my family safe! You lied to me!"

Those guests who were squeezed dry of their value were plagued by various diseases, some had pus oozing from their bodies, and some turned into dry bones. The guests who brought birthday gifts were protected by paper money and only had coughs and headaches.

They were suffering from various kinds of injuries, and Master Tang did not even think of curing their illnesses. He just kept them alive so that they could continue to benefit him.

To be honest, Jishen's attitude towards the paper figurines is much better than Master Tang's attitude towards the townspeople.

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

As soon as the gong sounded, the speed of the flying paper money slowed down a lot. The old night watchman, with incense sticks stuck around his neck, walked directly between the guests who were about to take action and the paper figures, forcibly separating the two forces.

"At the fourth watch, the cold frost arrives. Only by carrying firewood to keep warm can we have a chance to get through the long night." The old night watchman was alone, but he was able to defeat thousands of troops. Neither Mr. Tang nor the evil spirit attacked him, and he seemed very restrained.

"Old man, you have the evil spirit of my knife on you." The butcher's tyrannical voice came from behind the pig's face: "Did you steal my knife?"

"Take care of your own things." The old night watchman did not turn around and stood facing the Nine-story Spiritual Temple.

"F**k! Are you tired of living? I'm going to chop you into minced meat and dig out your ancestors to eat with wine!"

"Old man, don't bother with him. He's just talking nonsense. Everyone knows that you've been worried about the safety of Zhemeng Town. That knife was definitely not stolen by you!"

The two voices in the butcher's head began to argue again. The night watchman did not respond, and all his attention was focused on the Nine-Layered Spiritual Temple: "Immortal Palace? Auspicious sign? Exit? None of these can appear in Zhemeng Town! The Nine-Layered Spiritual Temple must be a scam!"

"So what if it's a scam? I've been here long enough!" The butcher pulled the pig's face and pulled out the bone-cutting knife from the flesh and blood: "Beasts, a bunch of beasts! If you don't let me go, I'll kill you all!"

"Night watchman." A gloomy and vicissitudes voice sounded from the paper money: "I am the most law-abiding person in Zhemeng Town. I never do anything out of line. This nine-story spiritual temple is harmful to the town and has no benefit. On behalf of Tang Zhai, I am willing to help you investigate the temple."

"Bullshit! Everyone knows that you, Master Tang, are greedy! You only follow the rules that are good for you! It's all your fault that Zhemeng Town has become what it is now!" The butcher tore at his face, leaving bloody marks: "Get out of here! Don't stop me!"

"Haha." The voice in the Tang residence team was smiling: "The Lingguan is connected to the sky. The top door is open. Old watchman, you can't stop the townspeople from going there. I understand people's hearts better than you. If you really want to protect Zhemeng Town, then join hands with me. Together we can eliminate all the hidden dangers and turn the nine-story Lingguan into an ordinary residence, just like other buildings in the town."

Unlike the "useful gods" who can communicate, the taboo gods have already started to act. Several paper figures dressed like living people twisted their waists, chanted scriptures, and entered the wooden door on the west side of the spiritual temple with a pious look on their faces.

A crackling sound was heard. The spiritual temple had no threshold, meaning that all living things could enter. However, after the paper figures stepped in, dark green ghost fire ignited on their bodies. Most of the paper figures turned directly into ashes, while a small number of them had more pious expressions. The marks of taboo gods on their bodies were removed, and new skin grew on the paper shells, as if they had really become adults.

Even though the soul bells in the white sedan were shaking, the paper figures with new skins remained indifferent. They no longer obeyed the orders of the taboo god. They clasped their hands together and walked towards the higher levels of the spiritual temple, and soon disappeared from everyone's sight.

"This spiritual temple is a disaster! It must be destroyed!" The night watchman said it with determination and firm attitude, but the other "gods" had their own ulterior motives.

"The night watchman is right." Master Tang was a smiling tiger, who was best at pretending to obey but secretly disobeying. He echoed the night watchman while scattering paper money: "The land temple is on the street, and those abandoned spiritual temples are piled up here. Someone used them as a cover to raise such a monster under our noses. I guess this nine-story spiritual temple must have helpers, and its helpers are hidden among various ghosts and gods."

Paper money covered the north door of Lingguan like snowflakes. Master Tang said in a domineering tone, "I don't want to have any conflicts with you. Lingguan has four entrances. The north road belongs to me. If anyone dares to make trouble, I will treat them as Lingguan's helpers."

With a wave of his sleeves, the guests were led by the black lines and walked towards the north entrance one by one.

The night watchman also knew that Mr. Tang only cared about himself. He was a madman who could even kill his own son and it was impossible for him to consider the overall situation.