"Hanhai seems a little different from when I left."
Black fog sealed off the city, and the truth could no longer be concealed. The Shadow World was invading the city faster and faster. When Gao Ming had left, uncertainty and chaos had been at their peak.
He stripped the Hazmat Suit off a corpse, revealing nothing more than a pitiful ordinary person. They were neither an Investigator with a Black Ring nor a Ghost Story Player who had encountered supernatural incidents. They had no means of dealing with ghosts, and seemed to have been forced into this building.
"No fatal wounds." Gao Ming turned the body over before finally examining its eyes. The dead person's eyes resembled shattered glass marbles, packed with strands of hair. "These people seem to have been offered to evil ghosts as living sacrifices. Their souls are gone."
Rather than leaving in a hurry, Gao Ming approached the Shrine of Dreams's third shrine. He knew that continuing to seize the Shrines of Dreams might provoke a backlash, but this was the fastest way to grow stronger.
He reached toward his chest with all five fingers. Blood coalesced into the Flesh-and-Blood Ghost God, who slipped into the Shrine.
The dream marks changed, as though a pair of enormous butterfly wings were being torn apart. Bite by bite, the Flesh-and-Blood Ghost God devoured the divine seat Dream had left behind.
Once flesh and blood covered the final dream mark, countless faces manifested on the Flesh-and-Blood Ghost God. Birth, aging, sickness, death, joy, anger, sorrow, pleasure—everything in the world was encompassed within them.
"Don't let him take it over completely yet! Terrifying beings from other Blood Cities are watching Hanhai. If his power crosses a certain threshold, he'll definitely attract something unknown!" Number Two was meticulous, though devious would