The Spirit Medium had divined the future, and Gao Ming had seen the past. As the words representing the present vanished, only bloodstains remained on the scrap of clothing.
For a being like the Spirit Medium, who existed somewhere between human and ghost, the blood in her body was her vitality and lifespan, part of her magic, and an essential offering for sacrifices.
Having lost so much blood, the Spirit Medium probably could not even remain a ghost, let alone a human.
"We still haven't figured out why the black fog appeared. There must be some profound karmic connection behind it that the Spirit Medium dared not touch. All she divined was a way out."
Gao Ming examined the Three Copper Coins in his palm. The first bore an open eye, the second depicted blood-drenched hands and feet, and the third was engraved with a beating heart.
Before disappearing, the Spirit Medium seemed to have sacrificed three parts of her body into the coins, evading the scrutiny of that terrifying presence in the black fog.
"One road leads to True Death, and the other leads to True Reality. The words the Spirit Medium left behind are very interesting." Gao Ming glanced back at the students. Could True Reality be the place where these students had lived before? And was True Death the place where the black fog was born?
"Lu Zang said that Hanhai is a prison, where humans and ghosts are reversed, and every citizen lives within Fate's script."
"Is what we call Fate actually the most powerful ghosts from those two worlds—True Reality and True Death?"
"They worked together to create the city of Hanhai, but what was the point? To build a hunting ground for the living in the True Reality? Or a slaughterhouse for the ghosts