The Jingtuo God's figure appeared in the Blood City Posthumous Photograph. He was one of the candidates, too.
"If I send all twelve of them into the Execution House, I'll become Hanhai's Blood City Lord."
The night wind dispersed the scent of meat and smoothed away every trace. Everything around him returned to normal; there was no sign at all that the fence had been replaced by the Execution House.
Gao Ming was exceedingly cautious. He had not allowed the Execution House to extend beyond the anomaly event's coverage. Now, as long as the Jingtuo God took a single step into the Xiangshengyong Apartments courtyard, there was a very good chance the Execution House would swallow him.
"He should be here soon." Gao Ming had many questions, including why the General Bureau had his Posthumous Photograph. Why was he wearing the uniform of a high-ranking Investigation Bureau official in it? What exactly was the Dream Ghost hidden in the General Bureau? And what was their relationship with Fate?
The General Bureau was far too mysterious. They had to know the truth about Hanhai. As long as he could lock the Jingtuo God inside the Execution House, Gao Ming would have all the time he needed to "interrogate" him.
The anomaly event was completely enveloped in shadows. Through the layers of ominous signs, Gao Ming suddenly saw the streetlights come on along a distant street.
Security personnel entered the nearby buildings one after another. The General Bureau must have learned what had happened here.
"They really are cautious."
Gao Ming stood where he was, silently watching the city. Only after two hours had passed, disordered time had returned to normal, and the sun had risen over the horizon did a black car slowly emerge from around a street corner.
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