Something terrifying lay dormant beneath that polluted source of faith. When Gao Ming fought the Flesh-and-Blood Immortal for the Blood City Posthumous Photograph, he had felt its presence at close range.
The Beast-Faced Clay Sculpture and the faceless clay idol paled in comparison. They were on completely different levels.
"Every divine statue has its own ability, and that ability keeps growing as the number of believers increases. No wonder the Investigation Bureau is getting anxious." Gao Ming studied A Fang. He did not think the boy would lie; he was merely weighing whether to confront those two clay sculptures so soon.
Noticing Gao Ming's hesitation, the boy leaned over the male doctor's shoulder. He did not understand why his parents feared Gao Ming, much less why they refused to leave him despite that fear.
The adult world was a little complicated for A Fang. He slipped a hand into the pocket of his little dinosaur pajamas and took out a black-and-white posthumous photo.
"If I give you this, will you let all my parents go?" There was still a childish note in A Fang's voice, but his mention of "all my parents" struck a chord with Gao Ming, who also had many parents.
A Fang treated every ghost creature as family, chasing after anyone he saw and calling them Mom. Fate had tampered with Gao Ming's memories, leaving him unable to tell which of the many parents in the posthumous photographs were his real ones.
Gao Ming walked over to A Fang and took the posthumous photograph. In the black-and-white picture, A Fang lay asleep outside the entrance to a haunted house.
The scene was simple, but viewed from a different angle, blood-red doors appeared hidden inside the haunted house. Blood-red rooms surrounded A Fang.
A Fang truly was the