Given Xia Yang's personality, he liked muttering in Gao Ming's ear even when nothing was happening. Yet today he had been so quiet. He had clearly discovered something.
Sometimes silence was a warning in itself. Gao Ming immediately stopped letting his thoughts wander. He suspected that someone on the Investigation Bureau's security teams could see into souls.
If the other party could read his thoughts, the best response was to deceive even himself.
A cruel smile curled his lips as Gao Ming threw himself wholeheartedly into merging with the Flesh-and-Blood Immortal. Before, he had been extremely cautious, always keeping a clear head, but this time he chose to let the Flesh-and-Blood Immortal take control.
Murky blood threads pierced his eyes. Gao Ming looked down at Wan Jie from above, clutching chains forged from countless souls. He seemed like a demon among demons—brutal, bloodthirsty, and warlike.
The Gao Ming reflected in Wan Jie's eyes gradually changed. Wan Jie seemed to be dissecting everything about him. Deep within his pupils, a bloodstained door slowly appeared. As it swung open, he saw a room hung with torture implements.
Even after witnessing so many terrifying scenes in the Forbidden Game, he was somewhat shocked. He could hardly imagine that someone so deranged and horrifying actually lived in Hanhai and had built a lair right under the General Investigation Bureau's nose.
Whether it was their imagination or not, the security personnel noticed more and more clay sculptures crawling toward them. These divine spirits at the bottom of the Black Lake seemed to be acting at Gao Ming's command.
"Watch your surroundings! Level-one alert!" Wan Jie issued his second order since entering the Black Lake. Now he was certain that K had died at Gao Ming's hands. He had sensed the Divine Corpse's presence in that