Admiring his latest painting, Xia Yang could not help reaching out to touch the female corpse, but his fingertips met only his own skin.
"The Future God lives in the future and hasn't been born yet, but the mother carrying it has already been affected by its power. She's become flawless. This is truly the most beautiful corpse I've ever seen. I really want to see her head!"
Xia Yang marveled sincerely. He considered himself a very pure person. Right now, for instance, he did not care in the slightest about Hanhai's safety. Never mind whether strangers lived or died—he did not even care about his own life.
The Great Calamity had erupted, plunging the whole city into chaos. Tragedies happened every day. Whether it was Gao Ming or Situ An, everyone alive had their own goals and obsessions to pursue, and silently endured their own suffering. Xia Yang alone was an exception. He was having far too much fun.
Looking toward the Safety Door, Xia Yang, battered all over, actually began to crawl slowly. He heard Future crying, but had no desire whatsoever to kill Future. He crawled toward the door with all his strength, simply to see Future's mother's head, to look at that most perfect of corpses, and then paint her on his own body too.
Whether because he harbored no malice or because the painting on his body had fooled the other mothers, Xia Yang met no resistance. By the time Fan Li finished talking with Xishan, Teacher Xia had already crawled to the door.
He gripped the Safety Door and pushed it open a crack, his body merging into the deep darkness.
"Don't go in!" He Jing sensed something was wrong and tried to stop him, but it was already too late. "Did that guy