"A posthumous photograph? A new life?"
An operating room could welcome new life or witness death. In the posthumous photograph that housed the male and female doctors, death and new life were intertwined.
"A black-and-white posthumous photo that recorded the birth of a life? Is that child a ghost from the Shadow World? Why can't I make out his face?" Hidden inside Big Dog's body, Gao Ming slowly approached the center of the operating room with him.
When the two doctors saw that the baby's cradle had been exposed, they both went berserk. Reason vanished from their eyes, and they stopped muttering about correction.
The female doctor pulled at her mutated stomach and intestines, willing to injure herself to make her organs surge forward and shield the cradle. The male doctor let out a low growl as all manner of sharp blades sprouted from his arms.
His white coat split apart. His hands seemed to become wings of blades, and as he moved at speed, he unleashed what looked like a metal storm.
The Flesh-and-Blood Ghost God had not found the "heart of flesh and blood" he wanted. He had originally intended to eat the monster's heart and directly assimilate its flesh.
A baby's cries rang out. The male doctor slashed a hideous wound across the Flesh-and-Blood Ghost God's shoulders. One of his arms hung limp, nearly severed.
Hearing the baby cry, the female doctor screamed and clawed madly at her own flesh. Surgical sutures burrowed into her body as she forcibly controlled those monsters, fighting the Flesh-and-Blood Ghost God for control of the mountain of flesh.
His flesh was pierced. The Flesh-and-Blood Immortal had never encountered anything like this before. Gong Xi's face on the life aspect twisted in pain. The death aspect, wearing fragments of a goat-face mask,