Everywhere he looked, there were traces of curses. Zhang Mingli had not been idle during his years of imprisonment in Dreamfold Town. He had spread curses through every means available, waiting all along for an opportunity.
"What are you planning?" The smile on Gao Ming's face faded slightly as he stared at Zhang Mingli.
"I admit I'm no match for you now. Dreamfold Town barely has enough resources to sustain a single Unspeakable. You now hold seventy percent of the dreamscape, putting you very close to becoming that ghost whose name cannot be mentioned." Zhang Mingli was not afraid of death. The fact that he had endured Eternal Life Pharmaceuticals' torture for so long without yielding was proof of his grit. "I know you're different from the other Testers Eternal Life Pharmaceuticals sent in. The outcome is settled, and I accept my defeat. I only hope you'll understand one thing."
"Go ahead." Gao Ming glanced over the curses. They were completely different from the curses in his memories of Hanhai—far more wicked and insidious, like a churning sea of blood.
"Eternal Life Pharmaceuticals' top brass have gone mad. They have no idea how terrifying the power of dreams truly is! They're pushing this city toward the edge of a cliff. Before long, it may plunge into the abyss, and everyone in it will become a sacrificial offering!" Zhang Mingli's expression was grave and earnest. Not a single word he spoke was for his own sake. "I don't know where you stand or what your past was like, but you carry the hopes of a dead Blood City. I think you should understand what I'm saying. If Eternal Life Pharmaceuticals isn't stopped, Xinhu will be the next city slaughtered."
"You want me to help you?"
"I'll prove it to you." Zhang