Gao Ming was determined to obtain the source of Phobia. He had to take control of this affliction, which spread most easily in its early stages.
Once he had Phobia, sheer numbers would pose little threat to him. The more people his opponents brought, the more easily chaos would erupt, and the more easily fearful delusions on the level of Strange Tales would arise.
The little boy had no idea what Gao Ming was thinking. He merely licked his lips, as though remembering the cake's sweet taste.
Seeing the child's reaction, Gao Ming immediately took out his phone and his black-and-white photo, then called home.
"Why do you need to take out a Posthumous Photograph to order delivery?" Zhao Xi covered the little boy's eyes, worried it would frighten him. "That photo's really creepy."
Before he had finished speaking, a knock came at the living room door. Ghost Dad and Ghost Mom appeared outside with a cake.
Gao Ming turned on the lights, and the warm glow dispelled some of the shadows. He righted the table and sofa, then began cleaning the room. "Brother Zhao, come help. We might be coming here often from now on."
Zhao Xi had initially been terrified by the flesh-and-blood ghost god. He had imagined saving the world would involve flashing blades and flying flesh, never expecting it to mean simply picking up a broom to sweep away trash.
Ghost Dad and Ghost Mom greeted them warmly. Judging by their appearance alone, they were no different from ordinary people.
Whenever outsiders were present, his parents always acted kind, generous, and easygoing.
Snacks and toys were laid out on the sofa, and music played from a phone. Outside, rain poured down, but the room felt especially warm.
Everyone decorated the room. Several strangers had gathered in