The Flesh-and-Blood Ghost God had never called out to Gao Ming so fiercely, as though the two had always been a single whole, and it did not matter which of them took the lead.
"Either the body or the soul has to face the hardships. They can't both live in a fairy tale, and they can't both sink into the abyss." Gao Ming knew perfectly well how dangerous the nails driven into the Flesh-and-Blood Statue's chest were, but he still lifted the Flesh-and-Blood Clay Statue with both hands and brought it toward his chest.
This was a good opportunity for Gao Ming to free himself from the Flesh-and-Blood Immortal, but he did not take it. If he wanted to go farther and see that future no one had ever seen, he would have to rely on the Flesh-and-Blood Immortal's power.
The Bus plunged into the thick fog. Ghostly roars came from every direction, and nowhere seemed safe. All Luo Dong could do was drive forward. No matter what happened, he could not stop.
"I saw your will in the Xiangshengyong Apartments. You were trapped in Grandmother's room back then, and you were also the last one to step off the platform and see me through to the end." Gao Ming slowly tightened his grip on the clay statue. "We went through the past together. I hope you'll always remain in my heart in the future, too."
As his words fell, Gao Ming grabbed the nails driven into the Flesh-and-Blood Idol. His fingers were instantly scorched, and strange black characters crawled up his arms like insects.
The scene before him was utterly bizarre, but Gao Ming paid it no mind. The Future God's will had to suppress the entire Death Zone, and the portion it could bring to bear was not