His soul grew, nourished by love, and Gao Ming's heart beat with increasing strength. The Flesh-and-Blood Immortal and the Giant Whale had saved him from decay, and now his will had become even tougher.
Gao Ming was weak, but perhaps because he had died so many times, whenever his soul was injured, it developed a corresponding resistance to protect itself.
Decay, darkness, illusions, even the Nether Fetus's curse—none of these would bring him down so easily next time.
"Thank you both for saving my life." Gao Ming crawled out of the Flesh-and-Blood Immortal's heart chamber and looked gratefully at the shadow and the Giant Whale.
Seeing Gao Ming scratch his head in embarrassment, the shadow stopped giving him a hard time and pointed at his Execution House. "Why do you have Doctor Gao's chains? Did he orchestrate everything that happened today?"
The shadow had a very poor impression of Doctor Gao. He did not want to be used.
"I don't even know this Doctor Gao you're talking about. He seems to have helped me once when I left Hanhai, but aside from that, we've never had anything to do with each other." Gao Ming wore a wry smile. He had once speculated that he himself was Doctor Gao. Looking back, that was mortifying.
"If he has his eye on you, you must have something he wants. Or is he planning to use you to do something?" As a Calamity God, the shadow could easily tell whether Gao Ming was lying. "Ghosts from three Blood Cities were hunting you down. Did you steal their shrines?"
"No." Gao Ming waved his hands repeatedly and explained that he came from Hanhai Blood City. The shadow had saved his life. Without him and the Giant Whale, Gao Ming would already have turned into a