"The Dream Priest said I didn't remember my own name, and that I'd been replaced. But I know perfectly well who I am. As for my name..."
A voice stirred faintly in the depths of Gao Ming's mind. He couldn't remember who it belonged to, but it seemed to have told him before that Gao Ming wasn't his name.
"That fellow wasn't deliberately trying to deceive me."
Gao Ming had little recollection of his own name. Being called Gao Ming simply seemed like a matter of course.
"Doctor Xuan at the hospital said I was an orphan, but in my nightmares, I clearly remember my parents existing. Did they give me the name Gao Ming, or does it belong to someone else? Am I just using it?"
Some things couldn't bear close scrutiny. The more he thought about them, the more wrong they seemed. And doubt was a slow-acting poison that brought death. If he never found the truth, he would drive himself mad.
"Gao Ming? Gao Ming!" Fu Shu shouted in his ear. "Don't fall for the Dream Priest's tricks. It loves underhanded schemes."
"Stop shouting. I'm perfectly clearheaded." Gao Ming packed the Dream Priest's clothes into the bundle. "Is that fellow unable to leave Dreamfold Town?"
"Why are you asking?"
"I want to catch it and force some answers out of it." Gao Ming blew out several lamps inside the white tent and walked toward the divine statue standing in its depths.
Various offerings lay on a red cloth. The divine statue faced the tent's entrance, with Bai Huang bound to its back. Similar divine patterns had been drawn on both of them.
"Fortune God, I'll give you one more chance. You have no hope of turning this around."
The process of installing sacred organs had been forcibly