Gao Ming suddenly turned hostile, completely defying the Faceless Clay Idol's expectations. How could a "god" attack so casually over a handful of living people?
The Rear Building of Lishan Hospital had sunk into the shadow world, where they could wield the power of ghost gods however they pleased. But this place had not yet been assimilated by the shadow world. It was still part of reality. If Fate discovered them, it would bring disaster and ill fortune upon both sides.
The mirror shattered, every fragment reflecting Gao Ming's face. Within a few short breaths, those fragmented reflections began to lose their color.
"Are you trying to bring disaster upon us?" A strange man's hoarse voice came from deep within the mirror. For an instant, Gao Ming seemed to see countless different faces. This seemed to be the Faceless Clay Idol's own voice.
"What are you afraid of? Aren't we disasters ourselves?"
Gao Ming's fingertips pierced his skin. Eight arms engraved with divine patterns emerged from his back and smashed into the mirror like eight vicious dragons.
The aroma of meat filled the air. The ground beneath Gao Ming's feet rapidly turned to flesh and blood. His Grudge House unfurled as he tried to swallow the entire building.
There were many ways to handle an anomaly event. Finding the problem and resolving its underlying causes was one. Killing the ghost within it was another. Gao Ming's choice was to create an even greater anomaly event and swallow everything.
If the only anomalies left in the world were the ones Gao Ming created, then, at least for Gao Ming himself, the world would have become normal.
Fleshy tendrils burrowed into the mirror. Chains pierced through the public memories the Faceless Clay Idol had painstakingly collected, like blood vessels.
Gao Ming was