Countless threads of blood pierced Gao Ming's body. Feeling the pain from his memories, he let out an agonized scream. Then he collapsed behind the Divine Statue, his entire body seeming to endure unbearable pain as the Divine Statue slowly drained his blood.
The sight terrified the neighbors, but what happened next made their eyes burn with desperate envy.
After the blood threads pierced Gao Ming, a woman with four mouths silently appeared. She opened the stairwell door and escorted Zhao Xi out of Building 2.
"One person gets sacrificed, and another gets to leave?" Wang Kuisheng hadn't expected it to work like this. Without hesitating, he scooped up An'an and ran downstairs. "A sacrifice! I want to sacrifice this child! Let me out!"
Phobia assaulted every nerve. The oppressive presence of the Flesh-and-Blood Idol made Wang Kuisheng's legs go weak. His face twisted viciously as he hurled the frail An'an toward the idol!
A Flesh and Blood arm caught An'an. The face representing the life aspect glared furiously, and Gong Xi's sewn-shut mouth slowly opened. "You. Deserve. To. Die."
The remaining arms seized Wang Kuisheng. His flesh began to wither, and his screams echoed through the building. Every neighbor went pale with terror.
Lying on the floor, Gao Ming also cracked one eye open. He hadn't controlled Gong Xi. Everything the Flesh-and-Blood Ghost God did had been of his own accord.
Bones crisscrossed, and Wang Kuisheng's twisted body dropped to the floor.
Clapping her hands, Gossip stepped out after shutting the stairwell door again. All four of her mouths smiled. "You've completed one sacrifice, so now we'll add another rule. Zhao Xi is escaping, but he hasn't gone far yet. You can stand on the second-floor balcony and call out to him. Use whatever method you like. Whoever gets