Every wrong had its culprit, every debt its debtor. When Gao Ming had been imprisoned by the soul split and trapped in mortal danger, some people had risked their lives to save him, while others had kicked him when he was down. All those accounts needed settling.
During Anomaly Events, Gao Ming was the Ghost Story Players' greatest pillar of support. But when there was no Anomaly Event, Gao Ming himself was the greatest anomaly.
"Those pieces of shit from the Investigation Bureau—I've hated them for ages!" Yuan Hui and his men had surrounded Luo Dong before, leaving him with a terrible impression of those Security personnel. "But before we deal with them, I'm more worried about my family..."
"As long as the Future God hasn't squeezed the last bit of faith out of them, none of the people or ghosts trapped in the worst future will have their souls destroyed. You don't need to worry." After reassuring Luo Dong, Gao Ming glanced at He Jing, who was so frightened that he dropped straight to his knees.
Those knees, once more precious than gold, now bent as lightly as feathers. He Jing spoke rapidly, afraid Gao Ming would misunderstand if he was even a little too slow. "I've always been on your side! After Yuan Hui took your corpse, I kept making trouble for him. Later, I personally delivered the Past God Statue to Xia Yang, and I even risked my life to leave the apartments with him and pave the way for you! Once we reached the Changcheng Residential Complex, I did my duty every step of the way and escorted everyone here. Look at my body and soul! I nearly bled myself dry carrying out your instructions!"
"But you're still one of the Jingtuo God's people."
Gao Ming