Every time Gao Ming spoke, K's expression shifted slightly. The Security personnel guarding the distant exit also sensed that something was wrong.
K's ability was top secret. Even the members of his team knew nothing about it, yet now that information was coming from an enemy's mouth.
They had only just returned to Hanhai from Xinhu, after all. Only by enduring pain and despair beyond an ordinary person's imagination had they succeeded in engraving Ghost Markings on their bodies.
They had thought hunting Hanhai's Ghost Story Players would be a crushingly one-sided affair. Instead, their very first operation seemed to have run into a brick wall.
A cool head, terrifying strength, the protection of an unknown Ghost God, an unscrupulous approach, and a hysterical, twisted soul—this was the leader of the Ghost Story Players.
The Security personnel's picture of Gao Ming grew clearer by the moment. His threat level soared, and some were already preparing to activate their special contingency plan.
"Every time you use your Ghost Markings, you consume that Divine Corpse's power, so you must be getting pretty anxious now, right?" Gao Ming's heart pulsed in time with the flames in the Flesh-and-Blood Furnace. Scalding blood circulated through his body as he seized the chains with both hands. The Flesh-and-Blood Ghost God did the same.
K had indeed never encountered anything like this. In the past, humans and ghosts alike had been torn apart by the White-Bone Thousand Hands and dragged back into the lotus to become nourishment, replenishing the "Divine Corpse." But this time, he actually sensed the same aura as the "Divine Corpse" coming from Gao Ming. The White-Bone Thousand Hands could not get close at all.
When the Flesh-and-Blood Ghost God crawled out of Gao Ming's back, K was utterly shocked. Something he had thought