The Blood City's Ghost Markings burrowed out from beneath his skin. With every beat of his heart, Gao Ming's body changed a little more. Once the Blood Veins covered his entire body, he was no longer human in any conventional sense.
At that moment, he was a Dream Ghost.
Meat Fragrance spread as Gao Ming moved swiftly through the shadows. Anyone who met his eyes would fall into a dream illusion. Compared with a Calamity God's powers, a Dream Ghost's abilities were somewhat weak, but they were extremely useful in practice.
He entered the boarding bridge. Not a single person inside this enormous floating fortress noticed his arrival.
Smoke drifted away, and the anchor chains were hauled in. Amid deathly silence, the cruise ship slowly left Tianhai Bay and headed for international waters.
"I put a lot of work into building this ship back then. I thought I could use it to bypass Xinhu's tiresome rules and conduct some forbidden experiments. Who would've thought I'd end up as one of the test subjects myself?" Revisiting his old stomping ground left Number Two feeling wistful. "I thought I'd accounted for the worst of human malice, but I still underestimated them."
"Maybe it had nothing to do with good or evil. You were just on different sides."
"That sounds a little disingenuous." If Number Two had eyes, he would have rolled them hard at Gao Ming. Inside the Execution House, he had seen all the darkness Gao Ming kept hidden. This was a terrifying man entwined with death.
Gao Ming looked toward the surveillance camera, and phantoms of divine spirits appeared in his pupils. Anyone watching him now would instead be dragged into his dreams and controlled without realizing it.
"That ability of yours is pretty eerie. Anything below the level of