"So there really are others. But why can't I find any information on them?" Ambition burned in Situ An's eyes. He was like a starving wolf.
"Are you planning to kill them before they get anywhere? It's pointless. The Shadow World won't choose just one person. You can't kill them all." Lu Zang knew Situ An well. "There are only dead gods in the Shadow World. Every Head of the Family is a potential vessel for them. Once the Shadow World successfully merges with reality, until the two are indistinguishable, they'll be reborn in the bodies of every Head of the Family."
"Then I'll be devoured and disappear too?" Situ An had never heard Lu Zang mention any of this before.
"That's why choosing which dead god to help is so important. They can't be too strong or too weak, too evil or too cowardly." The scars on Lu Zang's face resembled dragon scales. As soon as he finished speaking, the sounds of a fierce struggle came from the inner room, as though someone had slammed into the door.
"Looks like your new colleague doesn't like this job very much." Situ An dropped the subject and walked toward the door with the book in his hand. "I'll go see our new family member. What's his name?"
"Chen Meng. He's probably killed more than one person. For some reason, his parents and his own brain have been deceiving him."
After Situ An left, Lu Zang opened the door to the inner room. Ghost God Statues rolled out one after another. Black mist roared ferociously inside the clay figures. Looking into their eyes brought unbearable mental agony, as though an invisible chainsaw were cutting through the mind.
"Move!" Gao Ming shoved Lu Zang aside roughly. A fragment from one of the clay