The Taboo God inside the white sedan chair tumbled into the heaps of corpses. It had never expected the illusory Immortal Palace to suddenly become real and had been caught off guard. But it was, after all, a Ghost God of Dreamfold Town.
Several obscure, incomprehensible syllables came from the white sedan chair, and the white bones immediately began to stink. The curtain lifted, and an arm covered in funerary scriptures reached out. It pointed at the sky, then the ground, and finally at "Zhang Mingli's" heart.
Zhang Mingli, whose body already bore numerous stitch marks, seemed to sense something at once. The stitched areas became unbearably itchy. Black flesh bulged outward, and foul-smelling black blood seeped from his eyes and the corners of his mouth.
"Evil demons and heretics! How could I call myself an immortal if I didn't eradicate you?" His words were righteous, but what "Zhang Mingli" did next disgusted even Gao Ming. He lowered his hand and reached toward the mirror's surface.
It looked as though he had merely washed his hands in the mirror, which rippled like water. In reality, he had passed the evil afflicting him through its surface to every believer inside the Spirit Shrine.
Blessings might not be shared, but suffering certainly would be.
Gao Ming watched the believers in the mirror collapse under the Taboo God's power. Black blood poured from their bodies, their wounds festered, and pain left them wishing they were dead.
What shocked Gao Ming even more was that most of the believers actually gritted their teeth and endured it. They bore the pain that should have belonged to "Zhang Mingli" and willingly offered him all their strength. Everything they did was simply to keep that hope from coming to nothing.
Without anything to hope for, they might