"The past has already happened and cannot be changed, so it is riddled with scars. The future may be hopeless, but it has yet to arrive..." Shen Tian watched Gao Ming on the surveillance screen, deep in thought. He had a theory about how to resist the Future God's encroachment, but he did not dare test it.
In fact, no normal person would ever attempt it, and even if they did, they could never do it as naturally as Gao Ming.
"Boss, did you figure something out?" The cleaver-wielding man had a vicious face and looked fierce and wild, but he was actually perceptive and thoughtful, which had earned him Shen Tian's trust.
Lowering his voice, Shen Tian remarked casually, "Perhaps Gao Ming is seeing exactly what we're seeing. The future hasn't affected him."
"Impossible. Who could wrap their arms around a three-meter-tall Greater Ghost and start making out? Those two are practically undressing each other with their eyes. Does Gao Ming have a ghost fetish?" The cleaver-wielding man had thought he was depraved enough, but someone even more outrageous had come along.
"Don't forget, he's different from us. He fought his way out of the Past God's apartment." Shen Tian said no more. Just then, something changed again on the surveillance screen.
Holding the Giant Ghost's hand, Gao Ming walked out of the room. The corpse strapped to his back tilted its head backward, its bulging eyes fixed on the seemingly omnipresent surveillance cameras, as though it were staring at everyone on the other side of the screen.
A chill spread. The cleaver-wielding man tugged his sleeves tighter. "Boss, do you think Gao Ming might be spreading a curse through that corpse, making all of us share the pressure from the Future God? Ever since he entered Building Three,