Mr. Gao had "eaten" Steward Liu last, half a quarter-hour ago.
The eerie flesh beneath him had already spread across the entire ruin. Mixed with the remains of its former buildings, it had spontaneously grown into one tower after another, each resembling a "stupa."
The flesh of these stupas enclosed broken bricks and tiles, dirt, branches, insect shells, bones, and all kinds of other debris. The "windows" on each level were breathing pores. As the pores opened and closed, the stupas expanded and contracted with them, each time spraying out a cloud of bloody mist.
By now, the bloody mist had gathered into a vast crimson cloud around the ruins, shrouding the entire place.
All that remained of Mr. Gao was his head.
His entire body had melted into that evil flesh!
He gazed toward the county seat. Through the heavy rain, he could make out only the vague shadow of the Ten-zhang Evil Spirit.
His eyes held a complicated look.
His curtain was about to fall.
He had once been a ginseng gatherer in Liaodong. When he was twenty-nine, he had encountered a bear in the old-growth forest. Though he had used every trick at his disposal to kill the mountain monster, it had clawed him between the legs, costing him his manhood.
Fortunately, he had already married and fathered a child. Later, that lord's subordinates had come to his door and offered him many conditions to recruit him.
For the decades that followed, Mr. Gao cultivated only one thing: the "Body Sacrifice Method." He never had to worry about anything else.
Whatever he lacked, whatever he needed, whatever troubles arose at home, someone would always take care of it for him.
All for the sake of this grand performance today!
Among the powerful, men like him had a