Subtle changes appeared in Gao Ming's fingerprints, palm lines, hair, and every part of his body connected to fate.
The emergence of a new instrument of torture signaled that the Flesh-and-Blood Immortal had further broken free of Fate. As the person chosen by the Flesh-and-Blood Immortal, Gao Ming was affected as well.
If the chains represented restraint, the new instrument of torture represented attack. After Gao Ming and the Flesh-and-Blood Ghost God digested all the patients and madmen, their strength underwent a qualitative leap.
"What is that thing? None of the information Lu Zang gave me about the Flesh-and-Blood Immortal mentioned an instrument of torture like that." Situ An did his utmost to conceal the astonishment in his eyes. What new instruments emerged from the Flesh-and-Blood Furnace seemed to depend not only on the souls thrown into it, but also on Gao Ming himself.
Everything in the Execution House was connected to Gao Ming's flesh and blood. They could even be considered parts of his body.
The agony of searing flames spread from his arms. Chains intertwined with blood vessels, and from that moment on, Gao Ming's fate and the Flesh-and-Blood Immortal's were completely bound together, inseparable.
Fate controlled everything. Just as Lu Zang had said, if reality was one vast dream, then Fate was the one who created it.
Ordinary people were no more than weeds before Fate. Only a select few were worthy of its attention, becoming puppets under its control.
In such a world, Gao Ming and the Flesh-and-Blood Immortal had forged an instrument of torture to punish Fate itself. Their madness astonished both the Red Raincoat and Situ An.
The most hysterical ghost and the most deranged human were both shaken. Even Gao Ming had never expected that.
His heartbeat gradually returned to normal. Gao Ming