The future was a term filled with imagination and hope for many. However, for some, it only represented bitterness. To yank out the nails on the God of the Future’s heart, Gao Ming entered God’s room. With the female ghost’s aid, he touched the God of the Future’s heart. He needed to find the real future among the endless imaginations created by the divine.
Destroying the mud figurine was equal to destroying the conglomeration of the God of the Future’s faith. Taking over the divine child was to cut off the God of the Future’s backup. What Gao Ming was doing was to destroy the consciousness of the God of the Future. The joint effort of multiple blood city candidates afforded Gao Ming this opportunity.
He had no idea what happened in the room. His face shifted. His consciousness sunk into the deepest part of the death realm.
This was the first time there was a fight between the divine and the human at Han Hai. Any loopholes in the personality and memory would be a weak point. They moved between the futures of God’s disciples. They died in death and were reborn in dreams.
Normal humans couldn’t sustain such intense despair. However, Gao Ming was an extreme exception. He had already experienced the worst future. The deaths he had were worse than anything the God of the Future’s disciples could imagine. The God who created despair encountered a man who had tasted all kinds of despair. Both parties were unusually determined and couldn’t be shaken.
In the God of the Future’s heart, Gao Ming lived through different lives. Whenever he tasted a worst future, his constitution would become sharper. He was like a knife, slowly inching towards the God of the Future’s heart until he could find the memory that belonged to him.
It was unclear how many times he had opened his eyes. When Gao Ming survived another person’s worst future, he would be thrown into a new memory of despair.
This latest memory was different from the others. It was extremely clear and realistic. It even carried a faint fragrance.
Gao Ming looked around and realised he could see through many things, even the walls. He tried to move his body, but he couldn’t sense his limbs.
The door opened. Gao Ming saw an old man walk shakingly towards him with a tray of sacrificial objects. He kept mumbling something. He put down the tray and ran. The old door was closed again, and the surroundings sank into darkness.
“Where am I? Am I tied? Have I entered the future of a vegetable?” Gao Ming didn’t panic. He had already experienced the future of the blind and other kinds of patients. Nothing had shaken him. The flow of time blurred. Gao Ming couldn’t hear the ticking of clocks. He could hear the sound of a gong from far away.
When the door opened again, a pudgy kid ran in. The kid was tough-looking, but he was acting like a thief. He ran towards Gao Ming like a ball. He learned from the old man and pulled out some sacrificial objects from his pocket to put on the table. Then, he kowtowed at Gao Ming a few times. He mumbled his hope, which was that the bullies would stop bullying him and that his mother would get better soon. He rambled a lot of wishes. It made Gao Ming feel funny and sad.
“Have I entered this young kid’s memory? That doesn’t feel right either…”
The days passed by. Gao Ming couldn’t figure out a way to break the cycle. The old man didn’t come by that often. Most of the time, it would be the fat kid who sneaked in at midnight to make his wishes. However, none of his wishes had ever been fulfilled.
“He knows that wishing is pointless, but he still comes daily. Has he treated me as his faith?”
The boy slowly grew up. His clothes started to be adorned with strange patterns. This was something Gao Ming had not encountered before. “What a boring future.” Gao Ming yawned. His consciousness hid in the dark. He still had no idea what person or object his consciousness had latched itself to.
Three days later, there were rapid footsteps. Cries of help came from outside the door. The scent of blood assaulted his nose. The lit candles fell to the ground. The old man carried the fat kid and ran into the room. He shoved the kid under the table. He cleaned all the traces and left. The kid was shaking in fear. He didn’t even dare to cry in case he made a sound.
Soon, the door was broken down. Villagers with mutated body parts charged in, holding blades and farming tools. They turned to where Gao Ming was, and hesitation appeared on their faces. They were excited and afraid. In the end, none of them dared to come into the room. They put away the bloody tools and bowed at Gao Ming. Then, they left.
The criminals didn’t close the door, so Gao Ming and the kid under the table could clearly see everything that happened outside the door. They witnessed a full massacre.
The scent of blood turned into the scent of decay. Even when the sun came up, the rotund kid didn’t dare to go out. The second night, another group of people came. They checked the space and then left after locking the door.
The kid survived on his own. He survived based on the food left on the sacrificial altar. In the end, he escaped.
Gao Ming managed to see where he was through the broken glass on the ground. The walls behind the altar were covered in talismans. They were used to seal off this room.
Through his ability to see through walls, Gao Ming’s hypothesis was confirmed. This time, he entered a haunted house’s memory. Not a person. He became a building.
At first, perhaps the house was fine. However, after many things occurred there, it heard different voices and prayers. It tasted humans' sensations and fed on human blood. It slowly gained consciousness.
It collected the heavy passage of time and supported the human’s illusions of the future. Its face was the talisman-covered walls, and its back was the blood-drenched floor.
“Is this the memory of the God of the Future? It started as a haunted house?!”
After the house was abandoned for a period of time, it welcomed a new owner. However, strange and scary events kept happening inside the house until, eventually, the house was left to rot. When Gao Ming started to feel bored again, an evil thought popped up.
“Should we try luring some living humans here?”