Fu Shu had not expected Zhang Mingli to go after the taboo gods either. To him, conscience was the least important thing of all, yet after Zhang Mingli obtained the promise he had been keeping, the first thing he did was try to reclaim his conscience.
"Isn't Zhang Mingli an idiot? The five taboo gods are incredibly powerful. By the end of the fight, both sides might be ruined." Fu Shu could not understand it.
"Didn't you say Zhang Mingli came from Dream's body? Maybe he's afraid of becoming the next Dream, so he wants to reclaim his conscience first and use it to keep himself in check." A wandering manifestation of malice had actually taken the initiative to reclaim his conscience. That alone showed Zhang Mingli was no villain, and Gao Ming grew even more curious about the complete Zhang Mingli. "Maybe he really is a gentle, refined gentleman."
In Gao Ming's mind rose the imposing image of a man who would face a thousand accusing fingers with a cold glare, yet willingly bow his head to serve the innocent.
The blood rain kept pattering down, turning the road muddier. The sinister energy buried deep beneath this land slowly surged upward. The deeper the night grew, the more unsettling it became.
Numerous animal tracks appeared on the road leading to Dreamfold Town, and the abandoned graves lining either side gradually grew more plentiful. Having crawled out of a grave himself, Gao Ming paid particular attention to those mounds. "Fu Shu, why do those graves seem to swell after the blood rain falls on them? Will the dead buried beneath Dreamfold Town come back?"
"After I was imprisoned, Eternal Life Pharmaceuticals added plenty of new things to Dreamfold Town. I never encountered what you're describing before." Fu Shu looked at