Spreading his arms, Gao Ming looked as though he wanted to give the mangled, bloody monster a great big hug. His calm expression and gentle gaze made the eyes hidden in its festering flesh slowly shrink.
"Are you feeling shy?"
Two meters from the monster, Gao Ming brought his arms forward in an embrace. The monster seemed to sense something and stopped in its tracks.
The next instant, eight thick arms extended from Gao Ming's back, and pair after pair of hands locked the monster in a crushing embrace.
No matter how it struggled, it could not break free. The aroma of meat seeped into its body, and the arms sank into its flesh.
The Flesh-and-Blood Ghost God embraced its soul, drawing it deep into the embrace of flesh and blood until it became one with them.
"Any anomalous monster with flesh and blood will be countered by the Flesh-and-Blood Immortal. In the end, they'll all become part of Gong Xi."
The ghost god with Four Faces and Eight Arms was thoroughly satisfied. When his arms released their hold, the monster had vanished without a trace, leaving only a tattered hospital gown on the floor.
"I don't think I slept for very long."
Gao Ming's trail of clues about Xuan Wen ended here, but he felt that she was trapped somewhere in this building.
"Lu Zang can only appear where the two worlds have deeply merged. They may have started modifying Lishan Hospital's Rear Building little by little a long time ago. This isn't just Situ An's home. It's also a passage to the shadow world."
Gao Ming had seen countless patients in his dream. Lu Zang and Situ An had "collected" them over all these years, and they were also the largest part of Situ An's legacy.
"Situ An