Eight arms stretched out from Gao Ming's back. Together with the Flesh-and-Blood Immortal, he tore down every Black-and-White Posthumous Photo pasted on the walls.
Shadows surged, and the ghosts' shrill cries nearly pierced his eardrums, but Gao Ming paid them no heed.
"I need to change the fate of half the city. If one person can't face the world after waking from the dream, then I'll bring everyone in Hanhai with me to open their eyes and see true reality."
The Posthumous Photographs in the Shadow World were tickets into Hanhai. Those who possessed them were likely people the Shadow World valued, potential loopholes in fate.
The Flesh-and-Blood Immortal sent the Black-and-White Posthumous Photos into the Execution House one after another. Bound in chains, Situ An watched the black-and-white photographs drift down like snowflakes. Enduring the pain, he raised his head, the corners of his mouth lifting as madness glinted in his eyes.
All of this should have belonged to him. Now his family had reunited with him in another way.
He seemed to stand alone on a battlefield beneath swirling snow, surrounded by corpses, the only one left in shackles to face the endless dark tide.
His body trembled, and the chains pulled taut one after another. Situ An rarely lost control of his emotions. Even when the murderous ghost had tortured him, he had gritted his teeth and held out for half an hour.
Figures were pasted onto the walls of the Execution House. The patients in the Black-and-White Posthumous Photos recognized Situ An, and their reactions were fascinating. Their eyes held worry and fear, along with a trace of mockery. They feared Situ An from the bottom of their hearts and secretly rejoiced at seeing him trapped. Yet that feeling soon turned to despair. If this person