Gao Ming had no idea what kind of ghost the Flesh-and-Blood Giant Tree, born from the mutation of Phobia and Ji Zhe, actually was. Neither did the Flesh-and-Blood Immortal. But they understood one thing: even Yan Xizhi, who had become a Dream Ghost, could do nothing about this enormous tree.
Normally, a Dream Ghost that surpassed a Greater Ghost would form its own death zone. Alternatively, like Past and the Future God, it might draw on the faith of countless believers to weave a "divine kingdom" between shadow and reality. The Flesh-and-Blood Giant Tree was entirely different. It had no death zone of its own and could not weave a nightmare between reality and shadow. Yet Phobia had already spread throughout the East District, providing it with an endless supply of fear, as though Hanhai's entire real-world East District had become its death zone.
The Flesh-and-Blood Immortal had never encountered anything like this. Neither had Gao Ming, despite dying so many times. It could even be said that his old classmate Ji Zhe had broken free of Fate's restraints before he had.
Ji Zhe: "You're taking me somewhere nice? Where? You're not lying to me, are you? You all left and abandoned me here alone."
The bloody words on the screen carried profound resentment. Every word seemed like a curse upon the living, yet Ji Zhe himself paid none of it any mind. He was still sending messages in the class group chat just as he always had.
Before Gao Ming arrived, Class Thirteen's reunion group chat had become a dead group in every sense.
Gao Ming: "Your branches and leaves touch the sky, and your roots reach into the underground river. You can see farther than any of us, so you should also be able to sense that this