Chapter 257: Chain
“Grab the chains!” The right hand slammed into the ground, and blood flew everywhere. The God of Flesh and Blood had never been so excited. Each beat of Gao Ming’s heart was like a drum beat. Gao Ming, from the present and the past, took the same action. The flesh connection joined the past and present.
Eight arms extended out of Gao Ming’s back. His reflection in the tiles also had his back torn apart. Under the scrutiny of the black-and-white death portraits, the God of Flesh and Blood crawled out of the past Gao Ming’s back.
Situ An’s worship of the God of Flesh and Blood was destined to fail because, from the start, or even before that, God had already chosen Gao Ming. No one saved him, and he kept dying, so he had to save himself every time.
He grabbed the chains, and the last link to the missing fate was connected. The bright tiles were like a mirror. The floor was like the sky. Two Gao Mings knelt on their single knees. They looked at each other. They grabbed the chains and slowly stood up. The chip in his left eye slowly melted away. Gao Ming stood among the maddening patients. The dead Gods stared at him, and the mutated monsters surrounded him.
They couldn’t hear each other. The God of Flesh and Blood was the only link between them. Be it in the past or the future, the God of Flesh and Blood always existed. It escaped fate’s control. Once one was chosen, the God of Flesh and Blood would always live in one’s heart. This was probably why Gao Ming could escape the cycle ten years later. Perhaps the creator saw this and had him on the bus ten years ago.
The broadcast stopped. It became the ticking of the clock. The eight arms tore apart the nearby patients. Fresh blood splattered on the death portraits. The patients in the portraits shut their mouths and silently observed the massacre. Broken limbs fell to the ground, and blood dyed both worlds red.
In the past, the God of Flesh and Blood killed until everything was red.
The present Gao Ming stood before the altar. He did nothing, but his clothes were drenched in blood. The deaths accumulated in the past exploded at that moment. The ticking sound moved faster. The God of Flesh and Blood became more unhinged. It seemed to have abandoned all restraints to expose its true self. In this deepest room, each second was filled with death. When the last patient collapsed, the time ticking paused.
Blood was everywhere. The mud figurines turned their eyes away. The monster that came out of the ward also receded with the shadows. The past Gao Ming survived despite the impossibilities. Gao Ming rubbed his left eye. His mask fell, and his clothes were wet. He couldn’t tell the difference between reality and dream. He couldn’t even tell the difference between the past and present anymore. Gao Ming’s reflection on the ground became blurrier. This seemed to represent that the present and the past were slowly uniting. Gao Ming grabbed the death portrait in his pocket and prepared for the worst.