As Gao Ming's voice rang out, flesh and blood spread wildly through the shadows. Not only the ghosts but the hospital itself began to dissolve, as though the Flesh-and-Blood Ghost God intended to cram the entire Sick District into the Execution House.
Before the battle against the three divine statues of the unspeakables, the space inside the Execution House had not been particularly large. Only after the Flesh-and-Blood Ghost God occupied Dream's Main Shrine had the Execution House undergone a fundamental transformation.
This room, which had accompanied Gao Ming through countless horrors, had long since become entwined with his fate—a corner overlooked by Fate, an anchor hidden in the river of time. It held every scrap of the Flesh-and-Blood Immortal's flesh and blood and carried the memories of Gao Ming's repeated deaths. It was a "home" for the Flesh-and-Blood Ghost God and countless departed souls.
The largest Sick District in the Old City shrank at a visible rate. Curses and departed souls became ghost markings, branded onto the torture implements. Only greater ghosts could retain their forms.
Blood mist carrying a meaty fragrance enveloped the Sick District. Fifteen minutes later, Lishan Hospital in the shadow world had vanished completely.
"The Execution House is still nowhere near its limit!"
Standing alone in the shadows, Gao Ming had curses from the hospital coiled around his arms.
The surging floodwaters of fate rushed onward. The train bound for the New World had already departed!
Three days later, at the East District Investigation Bureau building.
A hundred investigators assembled inside, divided into teams of ten, with the Jingtuo God leading them.
"I didn't expect the General Bureau to agree to let you leave Hanhai." Gao Ming sat in the Student Council's office.
"Can we set off?" No one could resist the temptation of becoming