When would someone admit they were insane? When they saw something they couldn't bear? Or when they wanted to turn reality into fantasy?
Situ An's home was bathed in sunlight at every moment.
The home was so bright, as though its owner was especially afraid of the dark and loathed shadows.
Yet it was in this warm, radiant place that all sorts of bloody stories unfolded.
Each hospital room recorded the treatment of a special patient. They had gone from human beings to seeds of the shadow world, and this was the truth behind "home."
"I can tell your son loves you very much. He longs to live in the sunlight, too." Xuan Wen spread her fingers, and cold light slipped between them. "But his heart rotted away long ago. No amount of sunlight can make him feel warm."
With a hand against the middle-aged woman's back, Xuan Wen guided her into the hospital.
The boundary was completely shattered. All kinds of memory fragments surfaced in Situ An's mother's mind. The Situ An in her memories remained in the past, and the child she saw in her mind overlapped with the shocking horrors before her eyes.
Auditory hallucinations? Visions? All her familiar neighbors had changed. The middle-aged woman shouted Situ An's name into the hospital, but there was no response.
Outside the hospital, Gao Ming's chest was already drenched in blood.
As the middle-aged woman's mental state grew increasingly unstable, the flaws in the home became more obvious. Seizing this rare opportunity, the Flesh-and-Blood Immortal grabbed all five of the blind man's fingers!
Flesh grew like a bridge between Gao Ming and the blind man. The Flesh-and-Blood Ghost God turned himself into a passage.
The blind man was in terrible condition, and the clay sculptures could seize his soul at