Chapter 261: New Weapon
Eight arms reached out from behind Gao Ming. The God of Flesh and Blood tore down all the death portraits. The shadow churned. The sharp trills of ghosts were ear-piercing, but Gao Ming didn’t care.
“I need to change the fate of half the citizens in the city. If one person can’t handle the world after waking up, then I’ll awaken the entire Han Hai and have them see the real world together.” The death portraits in the shadow world were the tickets to enter Han Hai. Those who possessed a death portrait were the ones chosen by the shadow world and had the potential to become fate’s loopholes.
The black-and-white portraits were sent into the torture room by God. The shackled Situ An saw the portraits flutter around him like snowflakes. He resisted the pain and lifted his head. His eyes glowed with madness. All of these should be his, but he had reunited with his family in another manner. He stood alone on the snowy battlefield. There were corpses everywhere. He was the only one bound and faced the endless dark abyss alone. His body shivered. The chains tightened. Situ An rarely lost control of his emotions. Even if he was tortured, he only gritted his teeth.
The pictures were pasted on the wall of the torture room. The patients in the death portraits recognised Situ An. Their response was interesting. Their eyes carried worry and fear but also a smidge of derision. They feared Situ An, but they were gleeful to see Situ An in this state. However, that joy turned into despair. If the culprit treated Situ An like this, how would they fare?
“It’s alright. Everything is worth it. After I escape, I’ll avenge you. I’ll remember your sacrifice. After all… we’re family.” Situ An slowly lowered his head. He knew Gao Ming had entered Li San Hospital. Then, he only needed to wait for Gao Ming to enter the room in his home.
The security members only destroyed the figurines. They seemed to be on the hunt. They left in a hurry. The most valuable item in that room was not the figurines but something else.
Li San Hospital had collected a lot of death portraits. All of them were sent into the torture room. The God of Flesh and Blood crushed the sacrificial altar. He tore apart the black cloth, grabbed the shattered figurines and showed them into his mouth. The face that represented Death started to change. Different pieces of the divine figurines combined on the face of death. The shadow world’s Gods were not friends but food for the God of Flesh and Blood.
“These figurines were worshipped by the hospital.”
In the dream of the past, the mud figurines fell into the body of the God of Flesh and Blood. The torture room trembled. Eight arms tore apart the death portraits. Shadow rushed over like a giant wave, but the God of Flesh and Blood didn’t care. He yanked the chosen ‘family’ out from the death portraits and pressed them on the stage used to forge torture items.