"Take one more step, and I'll destroy the clay sculpture and smash your god to pieces." Trapped in a desperate situation, Wan Jie's eyes remained as calm as the sea. No one could guess what he was thinking.
As the commander-in-chief of all security personnel in the Forbidden Game, Wan Jie had risen to his position through more than prestige. He also possessed formidable strength.
Just moments ago, he had clearly sensed a change within the building. A certain power inside his body was rapidly recovering. Although his ghost markings were still suppressed, he could already draw on some of them.
"Hand over the Divine Statue! Give it to me!" Grandmother had completely lost her mind. The red garment she wore was unusually vivid, as though it had been painted with the blood of countless innocents.
"Wan Jie, stop struggling. Every escape route you had is blocked." Zhuo Jun was clever. Worried that Wan Jie would lash out before dying, he surrounded him without attacking, letting the crazed Grandmother go first.
If Gao Ming had not broken the Past Door and caused a change in the Xiangshengyong Apartments, there would have been nothing wrong with Zhuo Jun's arrangements. But now he could also feel his strength returning, and he was growing anxious.
"It's only natural that evil ghosts and false gods want me dead. I can understand why the Ghost Story Players want to kill me, too. But you—all of you security personnel—why are you attacking me?" Wan Jie understood everything perfectly. He was merely buying time. "Is the Jingtuo God worried I'll compete with him for power? That petty, two-faced bastard—doesn't he fear that once I die, Hanhai will be swallowed by the shadows completely?"
"Only when you die can your subordinates live." Zhuo Jun's words were brutal. "We're