Information about the Investigation Bureau flashed through his mind. All Anomalous people would be sent to unknown laboratories and forced to undergo all kinds of horrifying, cruel experiments. He could not accept his family being endlessly tortured even after death, but there was nothing he could do now.
"What good does repeating yourself do?" As Yuan Hui spoke, characters of a curse crawled out from the corners of his mouth, looking utterly bizarre.
"This world doesn't listen to people just because they're right or deserve pity." Yuan Hui gently stroked his Blood Ring. "Neither of my two beloveds ever did anything wrong. But just because someone wanted to threaten me, they were brutally murdered. They couldn't even become ghosts."
Resentment swirled around him, and curse characters appeared in Yuan Hui's eyes as well. "I could spare you, but who could spare them? Enough chatter. If you refuse to move aside, I'll just kill you too. You Ghost Story Players deserve to die anyway."
The Ghost Markings on his face seemed to understand Yuan Hui's words. A dark ghostly shadow, trailing sticky strands of blood, crawled out of his left cheek and kept growing. In the blink of an eye, it was several meters long.
He had survived the ghosts in an anomaly event, only to be killed by the Investigation Bureau's lackeys. Luo Dong gritted his teeth. Despair and fear tormented every nerve in his body, while his love for his family and his unwillingness to part with them stabbed into his heart like knives.
I'm the one who dragged them down... It's always been me dragging them down... I really haven't been a decent husband or a good father. My daughter was right. I deserve their hatred and curses...
In the shadows some distance away, the Flesh-and-Blood Ghost God