"Those unknown ghosts are about to surround us! We're nothing but fish on a chopping block. We'd be lucky just to survive, and you still want to get everyone out? That's completely unrealistic!" Youyou paced like an ant on a hot pan. On the surveillance feed, the ghosts slowly closed in, their oppressive presence nearly driving her mad.
Faced with death, she could no longer conceal what was in her heart. Her true nature was laid bare.
The twisted faith battered open a crack in the Execution House's door. The dying Faceless Clay Idol on the operating table heard Youyou's cries, and its heart seemed to bleed. What she described was exactly its own predicament.
It struggled with the last of its strength, but all resistance was futile. Chains dug into its divine soul one after another. Once dragged into the Execution House, the Faceless Clay Idol could not even destroy itself.
"It's getting livelier and livelier at home." Xia Yang drew himself a chair and sat upright beside the operating table. Like an old retiree stopping to watch the commotion, he cracked jokes while painting the Faceless Clay Idol.
The Red Raincoat silently watched the deathly essence seeping out of the Faceless Clay Idol. She dipped a finger into it and put it in her mouth for a taste, then spat it out with a contorted expression.
Deep within the Execution House, Situ An stared grimly at the Faceless Clay Idol, as though demanding to know why it hadn't focused on escaping. How could it have been stupid enough to let Gao Ming catch it?
On the operating table, the Faceless Clay Idol really was about to be driven mad by these bastards.
"What the hell is living inside his heart?!"
The Flesh-and-Blood Ghost God swallowed the faith belonging