The instant the shrine opened, everyone heard a voice. Without any warning, it rang out deep within their hearts.
Few could withstand the encroaching darkness, because darkness was everywhere—in the tender corners of the heart, in the hazy depths of memory. By the time people noticed, all color had already been swallowed.
"The ghost in the darkness is coming!" Huang Ying's scream shattered the dead silence.
"Move!"
Without undoing the ropes binding him, Gao Ming unleashed the Blood City Ghost Markings all over his body. Meat fragrance spread, and the dazzling blood-red light tore an opening in the boundless darkness.
At some point, the doors of the Execution House had opened. The dead souls from Hanhai charged toward the divine statue hidden in the darkness inside the shrine. The abilities of the three Dream Ghosts intertwined, and countless arms burrowed into the Unspeakable's divine statue.
"Enter the dream!"
This was the first time the Dream Ghosts had hunted an Unspeakable together since the destruction of Hanhai Blood City. The terror Hanhai had brought upon the other blood cities so many years ago seemed to be taking shape again in Gao Ming's hands.
"Cut! Cut! Cut!"
"What the hell is this garbage you filmed? Fuck! I'd have been better off using my money to wipe my ass!"
A thick script was rolled up and slammed hard against Gao Ming's head. His bewildered eyes instantly regained their focus.
The Dream Ghosts had descended. He and the ghost creatures from Hanhai inside the Execution House had entered the Dark Shrine. This was that Unspeakable's world.
"Open your damn eyes and look at this garbage you filmed! Fuck!" A tall, middle-aged man in a black suit grabbed Gao Ming roughly by the collar and dragged him over to a television screen. The old box