"I absolutely, absolutely won't tell anyone!" Luo Dong's wife looked terrified. Everywhere she glanced, she saw something horrifying: a man suspended by chains deep among the torture implements, with his mother right beside him; bloodstained operating tables; furnaces that burned souls... This didn't look like anywhere decent people would come.
"At least remember this: I saved you and your family." Gao Ming didn't hurt Luo Dong's wife. Once she entered the Execution House, her fate had already become intertwined with his. "I'll take you out. Also, please pass another message on to Luo Dong: my name is Gao Ming, and I'm one of the founders of the Deadwater Forum."
Opening the door of the Execution House, Gao Ming returned to the Fourth Floor with Luo Dong's wife.
The Flesh-and-Blood Grudge House receded. The instant the blood-red color vanished completely, Gao Ming suddenly felt his heart lurch. Something seemed to be watching him from somewhere far away, ready to kill him at any moment.
"Could it be that gaze from Blood City in the black mist? Whenever I summon the Flesh-and-Blood Ghost God out of the Execution House and into reality, does it increase his chances of killing me?" Gao Ming had had enough of fate's constraints, and he didn't dwell on it.
"Stay with me for now." Gao Ming walked through the sewage. Ever since the Flesh-and-Blood Immortal had enslaved Nian Yu, any pretense of civility between him and the clay sculpture in the building had been torn away.
But the clay sculpture hadn't come looking for trouble with him. It seemed to be focused on dealing with several other forces instead.
Taking out Big Dog's Posthumous Photograph, Gao Ming roughly pinpointed his location, then led Luo Dong's wife toward the fifth floor.
The Fourth Floor had already been wrecked