"Was it the fortune god who died?" Gao Ming could still sense the presence of joyful qi.
"Probably not." Fu Shu shook his head. "Something major must have happened in Dreamfold Town. Let's hurry back. Madam Xi has probably already sent your friends back to the Xi Residence."
"Give me a little longer." Gao Ming gave a wry smile. His injuries were too severe. Even with the Flesh-and-Blood Ghost God's extraordinary regenerative ability, he still needed time to rest.
"A god has fallen in Dreamfold Town, and it's only the third watch. Things really are about to change." Fu Shu was grateful that Gao Ming had rescued him. Otherwise, the competing factions would surely have torn him apart. After all, he knew far too many secrets.
Sneaking a glance at Gao Ming, Fu Shu pressed his lips together before finally deciding to speak. "Gao Ming, if you really want to become an unspeakable, there's something in the town's ancestral hall that you absolutely have to get your hands on."
"The ancestral hall? What is it?"
"I can't describe it. All I know is that it's received so many offerings that it's developed a consciousness of its own." Fu Shu spent a long time trying to explain, but still couldn't make it clear. With neither hands nor feet, he couldn't even gesture for Gao Ming. All he could do was fret.
"All right. I'll take a look at the ancestral hall." Gao Ming's attitude toward Fu Shu had improved considerably. After Gao Ming fell into the fortune god's nightmare, Fu Shu had kept calling out to him without once entertaining any ulterior motives. That had surprised Gao Ming.
Nourished by the Ghost God's power, his flesh healed at a rate visible to the naked eye. After nearly an hour, Gao Ming