Gripping the Middle-Aged Woman's hand, Situ An did not call her his mother, but only in her presence did he reveal a different side of himself.
"You still haven't given up?" Gao Ming had not expected Situ An to remain so determined even now, as though he still had another trump card.
"You think you've won?" Situ An straightened his body, which the chains had pierced, and looked toward the open door of the Execution House. "Lishan Hospital holds countless damaged Divine Statues. Dead divine spirits and shattered faith cling to those clay figures. I used them as the foundation of my home. Now you've destroyed everything. The dead ghost gods will awaken inside the clay figures, and everyone in Hanhai will suffer a fate worse than death because of you!"
"Even passing the buck has its limits. You did all of this, caused the disaster, and now you're blaming me?" Gao Ming stood beside Xuan Wen as the Hospital Corridor, which represented Situ An's past life, collapsed. Strangely, however, the memories of the hospital's modified patients did not disappear. Like flakes of peeling plaster, their memories fluttered through the air before piecing themselves together into nightmares about the hospital.
"The power of those ghost gods can't be controlled. They could easily destroy Hanhai, so I only dared imprison them in the hospital and feed them patients. Gao Ming, they're the most precious legacy in my home, and my final gift to you."
Gao Ming ignored Situ An. The moment the Middle-Aged Woman stepped into the Execution House, the rules within Situ An's home changed.
The hospital and the Courtyard Compound rippled like water, turning transparent beneath the wash of blood-red sunlight. Gao Ming could now see all the dangers hidden within this home.
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