"Gao Ming should be the one running for his life." At the mention of Gao Ming's name, Situ An's gaze changed ever so slightly.
"Are you afraid?" A faint smile slowly appeared on Gao Yun's face, which seemed forever fixed in the same expression. "I never imagined there was anyone in this city you feared. That's not like you, Situ An."
"You've become more talkative since leaving Hande Private Academy." Situ An stepped forward, reached back to grab the chains piercing his body, and shouted at the headless clay sculpture, "Future God, I agree to all your demands. I'm willing to become your believer. Come! Make my body your shrine!"
The headless clay sculpture's will was not in the Underground Parking Lot. Situ An seemed to know this, which was precisely why he dared invite the god to possess him so recklessly.
The chains running through his body rattled, tugging at every wound on Situ An. His soul seemed like a sheet of paper that could be torn apart at any moment. Strangely, whenever he was about to reach his limit, thin black threads surged out of the headless clay sculpture and burrowed into his chest.
"Is it worth becoming a puppet with no self of your own just to escape Gao Ming?" The smile had vanished from Gao Yun's face. "At least Gao Ming never intended to erase your will."
"That's because I'm still useful to him." Something like fish swam beneath Situ An's skin. Through his open wounds, a deeply horrifying sight was visible: his body was packed with twisted threads. Most were black and gave off a rotten stench, while a small portion were red and reeked heavily of blood. All of them were "faith."
Shaking his head, Gao Yun raised his hand. "Don't you think you're