"Gao Ming! Don't let her turn us against each other! Don't let your emotions control you! Your joy comes from you, not the Fortune God! He can't take it away!" Fu Shu was determined to stand by Gao Ming. He had staked everything on him, and, abandoning his former cowardice, shouted right in Madam Xi's face.
His skin tore open, and an oriole poisoned into muteness flew out from deep within Gao Ming's organs. It was his "joy."
"The Rage Tiger is blind, your joy has been poisoned mute, and your terror has become a venomous snake coiling around your legs. Your past looks truly miserable." Madam Xi offered her assessment as though she were an outsider, a mere spectator.
The wounds kept widening. The monsters born of his emotions seemed intent on tearing Gao Ming's body apart.
A dull sound echoed inside his chest. Two Flood Dragons, their horns just beginning to grow, smashed through Gao Ming's ribs. One was sickly and deformed, radiating grief; the other's scales stuck to its flesh, its entire body steeped in sorrow.
"Flood Dragons?"
Madam Xi had never seen an emotion manifest as such a nonexistent, ferocious beast. She had thought the Rage Tiger was already the limit of Gao Ming's emotions.
As she watched grief and sorrow crawl out of Gao Ming's heart, Madam Xi's red bridal veil swayed gently, and her outstretched finger slowly lowered. Things were slipping beyond her control. She faintly sensed something else behind those two Flood Dragons—something watching her from inside Gao Ming's chest!
"The mutated Six Emotions tear through skin and flesh to emerge, yet your bones and blood remain firmly bound together, like a cage trapping them inside, preventing them from leaving. What are you hiding in your chest?" Madam Xi's voice was still so