The Underground Parking Lot was one of the most dangerous places in Changcheng Residential Complex. It was used to store and dump the bodies of those who had died unnatural deaths, and no sane person would venture deep inside. Even so, a few reckless souls had dug through the walls of flesh and made their way to its deepest reaches.
Seeing that the newcomers were not Gao Ming, both Gao Yun and Situ An breathed a sigh of relief. Gao Yun had feared Gao Ming would compete with him for the Future God's clay sculpture, while Situ An had feared losing his freedom again. But soon, both men frowned. They had spotted Xia Yang's fanatical face.
Gao Yun did not know Xia Yang very well, but instinctively sensed the malice brimming in his eyes. Situ An, who had shared the Execution House with him, knew his madness far better. That monster who lived inside paintings had even painted a red garment onto himself.
"Looks like we came at just the right time!" Xia Yang's eyes were bloodshot. His face pressed into the bloody opening as he looked from side to side. "It hasn't been born yet. Thank goodness it hasn't been born!"
Covered in wounds, Xia Yang crawled along the ground like a boneless snake. His blood mingled with the flesh in the Underground Parking Lot. He seemed to be treating himself as a paintbrush, dipping himself in soul blood to paint on the garage floor.
"Stop acting crazy!" Fan Li and He Jing looked distraught. At first, they had still been able to restrain Xia Yang, but as he merged ever more deeply with the flesh in the garage, even they became helpless.
They had encountered all manner of horrors on their way here. Had the Future God's suppression