Gao Ming could see the female ghost's sorrow, too. He knew all too well the pain of being unable to reunite with his family.
"I'll help you take your parents back from the Future God."
The divine curse took root in Gao Ming's body. He silently endured the excruciating pain without turning around, his eyes fixed on the door that belonged to him.
Although he never glanced at the female ghost, his voice still sent a tremor through her heart. Someone was willing to fight a god for her sake.
Her blood-red eyes gazed at Gao Ming. Her mouth parted slightly as she tried to say something, but she lowered her head instead, her five sharp fingers gently rubbing the buttons on the hem of her red garment.
"We're almost there!"
The door leading to the future was right ahead. Relying on the superb driving skills he had honed along the way, Luo Dong successfully drove the Bus to the exit before the Black Threads caught up.
"Get off!" Gao Ming was the first to step off the Bus. After opening the door, he did not hurry to leave, but beckoned the others over instead. He was worried the door would close once he left.
"Holy sh*t! Those thin Black Threads have turned into a whole black sea!" Luo Dong jogged to the doorway. He glanced back, and a chill ran down his spine. "What exactly are these Black Threads growing out of living people's bodies? Why are even ghosts afraid of them?"
"They're manifestations of faith. They aren't living things. You can also think of them as part of the Future God's body." Gao Ming had destroyed many clay sculptures and knew these things fairly well. "The gods' original bodies have already perished. Their lingering wills can only endure