Gao Ming regarded the Faceless Clay Idol in the mirror as a strange tale. Ironically, the Faceless Clay Idol also regarded Gao Ming outside the mirror as a strange tale. The two strange tales stared at each other, and no one knew what they were thinking.
The Faceless Clay Idol represented the gods who had died in the Shadow World. They had once lived within rules of their own making. Although they looked like villains, they actually preferred to obey the rules and profit within that framework. Gao Ming, on the other hand, represented an entirely new force. Their goal was to kill Fate and overturn the table, and everything they were doing now served that goal.
"Only when the living truly have nowhere left to turn do they yearn for miracles. How could they know that the desperate situations they're facing were actually designed in advance by those so-called gods?" The Faceless Clay Idol did not underestimate Gao Ming. It had witnessed the terror of the Flesh-and-Blood Ghost God at Lishan Hospital and regarded Gao Ming as its equal.
After experiencing all manner of terrifying horrors, Gao Ming had finally completed his change in status, transforming from a dish on a plate into a diner seated at the table.
Unlike the "friendly exchange" in the bathroom, the atmosphere in the activity room had become unbearably tense. Fan Li and the others saw hordes of ghosts approaching through the computer screen and panicked.
"I told you we shouldn't come in!" Youyou's voice was shrill. Waiting for terror to arrive was the most agonizing feeling of all. "Is there still time to leave?"
"Go, go, go!" Li kept track of the time. "We absolutely cannot let them trap us inside the building!"
They had failed to find the clay statue and