Xia Yang had painted the Red Raincoat onto the Art Teacher, and now he wanted to paint Situ An's soul and add it to his collection. Though he had died inside the Black-and-White Posthumous Photo, his life after death was far happier and more fulfilling than it had ever been before.
Chains pierced Situ An's body, leaving him no chance to resist. Even lifting his head subjected him to excruciating pain. He could only let Xia Yang paint him.
"You..." Situ An studied Gao Ming and Xia Yang, then suddenly noticed something. "You're the same person? Gao Ming, you're another Gao Ming!"
"How did you figure that out?" Teacher Xia's painting hand stopped. "That's right. I'm his truest self. All the dirty things he refuses to do get handed over to me. After the slaughter and madness, he'll distance himself from me and blame every mistake on the person I used to be."
Narrowing his eyes, Gao Ming's gaze shifted between Xia Yang and Situ An. Locking these two extraordinarily dangerous men inside his own heart took tremendous courage. But Gao Ming had reasons why he had to do it. Xia Yang's situation was rather unusual, and Gao Ming had no plans to destroy him for now. As for Situ An, Gao Ming still wanted to squeeze more information out of him.
Sitting on the Flesh-and-Blood Ghost God's arm, Gao Ming silently watched Situ An without saying a word.
"Does even mentioning your reason for killing me hurt you?" Situ An let the chains suspend his "flesh and blood" and swayed his body, seemingly trying to get closer to Gao Ming. "Was one of the patients I sacrificed at the East District Private Hospital last year a friend or relative of yours? Or did I abduct your lover when I