"That's hardly the attitude of someone who wants to talk." Gao Ming kept walking forward. "Did you call them all over to bolster your courage?"
Manager Nian could hear Gao Ming's thoughts, and she knew he felt not the slightest fear. In fact, even when faced with certain death, Gao Ming would feel no fear, because his heart chamber had long since been filled with death.
"Hanhai is vast. There's room for all of us." The unfamiliar voice held no emotion. It seemed to be hiding inside Manager Nian's body. "I won't compete with you for faith. I can even help you fight the killers who murdered the shadow world."
"The killers who murdered the shadow world?" The clay sculpture had lived through the death of a world and knew a great deal.
"To those of you living within Hanhai's dream, they represent fate." Manager Nian's eyes were like a cat's, her pupils filled with indifference.
"There's no such thing as a free lunch. You wouldn't help me for no reason, either. Tell me, what do you want from me?" Gao Ming continued forward, completely ignoring the Anomalous tethered along both walls, as though he were strolling through his own living room.
Luo Dong's wife witnessed this as well. Gao Ming was one of the founders of Ghost Story Player, which meant there were many more people like him among its ranks!
"I want you to hand over those villains with violent tendencies and antisocial personalities. I need the bestiality in their souls. It would also help you clean up your ranks. The best of both worlds, wouldn't you say?" Manager Nian's condition grew increasingly strange. Countless capillaries ruptured beneath her snow-white skin, making her look as though she had draped herself in a thin, pale-red veil.
"Pick another condition.