"Bai Huang and the Fortune God's clay statue have been tied together?" Gao Ming narrowed his eyes.
"The Filling Method! Madam Xi came here to ask the Dream Priest to help the Fortune God return!" Fu Shu spoke rapidly. "Bai Huang's will is blocking the Fortune God from returning, so they're trying to help it through this method, sacrificing Bai Huang in the process!"
Then Fu Shu changed tack, thinking aloud again. "But you've already swallowed most of the Fortune God, and even the Joy Temple has been destroyed. The Dream Priest shouldn't be doing everything he can to help it. Could they have struck some sort of deal?"
"Why overthink it? The enemy's friend is an enemy." The wound on Gao Ming's belly had only just healed. His gaze lingered on the figure who seemed to be Bai Huang, and he moved toward the white tent.
The Dream Priest's knife did not slice open Bai Huang's belly. Dipped in blood, it traced name after name across her skin. While Gao Ming was still deciding whether to intervene, the young people had already approached the clay statues of the gods.
There were many gods in Dreamfold Town, each representing one part of the Unspeakable known as "Dream." Only all the gods combined made up Dream's destined course.
But just as Fu Shu had said earlier, to accelerate the cultivation process, Eternal Life Pharmaceuticals had also placed many uncanny divine statues and unknown objects collected from the Deep World in Dreamfold Town. These things brought in from outside might carry traces of other Unspeakables.
The young man who emerged from White Tent House held a sharp blade. He straightened the Dragon King's clay statue, which was completely different from the Water Dragon King's clay statue outside town. There was nothing related