The Gao Mings who had come "flooding in" brought a shift in Painter Gao Ming's mindset. He only wanted to leave alone, claim everything belonging to Gao Ming, and become the one and only Gao Ming.
"How did you find me?" Painter Gao Ming slowly withdrew the hand gripping the clay sculpture and held it protectively against his chest.
"We're one, connected by blood. We can even hear each other's heartbeats. Of course we wouldn't let you face danger alone." Kind Gao Ming had high emotional intelligence and knew just what to say.
The room in the middle of the first-floor corridor was only so big, and the Gao Mings had almost packed it full. Painter Gao Ming could barely even leave the room.
His gaze swept over the faces of the Gao Mings, giving Painter Gao Ming a glimpse of just how diverse they could be. Most posed no threat at all, but a few left him vaguely uneasy.
Compared to the conflicted Painter Gao Ming, He Jing was genuinely scared out of his mind. His back pressed firmly against the wall as those faces kept forcing their way into his field of vision. He felt almost suffocated, as though he had developed a phobia of Gao Ming.
"The ghost named Future could come at any moment. You'd better make your decision soon." Flesh-and-Blood Gao Ming stood at the very front, his body covered in prayer text. He looked far more terrifying than Painter Gao Ming.
Painter Gao Ming also knew he couldn't wait long. The trap he had used to imprison Grandmother wouldn't hold much longer.
"Fine, I'll clear the way for you, but you have to promise me one thing." Painter Gao Ming raised the clay sculpture. "I control the Divine Statue. None of you can try