"He's coming!"
Before the lookout's warning had even faded, the Flesh-and-Blood Ghost God made a sharp turn at full speed.
"He left again?"
The Red Raincoat and the Security personnel had drawn too many clay sculptures toward them. The Flesh-and-Blood Ghost God's sudden charge caught even the clay sculptures awakening in the Black Lake off guard.
"Enjoy the gift I left you!"
Gao Ming had yet to emerge from his frenzied state. To keep anyone from noticing anything, after giving the Flesh-and-Blood Ghost God his orders, he began hypnotizing himself into believing he was a cruel, twisted serial killer.
The Red Raincoat and Xuan Wen had already withdrawn. Gao Ming had the Flesh-and-Blood Ghost God open the door to the Execution House. Before leaving, he shouted to the patients caught in the chaos, "Get in here if you want to live!"
Situ An had imprisoned those patients with the greatest potential for so long, and now both the Security personnel and the clay sculptures were hunting them down. Without giving it much thought, they plunged headlong into the Execution House.
Compared to the Security personnel and the damaged clay sculptures, who killed ghost creatures without mercy, at least Gao Ming was willing to talk to them. It had also been people on Gao Ming's side who had brought them out of that home earlier.
"Leaving?" To the patients, Gao Ming's shout was a voice of salvation filled with hope, but the Security personnel nearby were utterly bewildered.
Did this guy have dissociative identity disorder?
Just seconds ago, he had been clamoring to slaughter them all. Now, in the blink of an eye, he had slipped away without missing a beat.
He clearly still had the upper hand on the battlefield. He had laid an inescapable trap and gone to all