Gao Ming was astonished that the Mountain Lord had called him by name. He had never known that the Mountain Lord knew Li Sansi. The gap between their status was greater than that between a man and a dog: one stood high above like the blazing sun, while the other was as lowly and destitute as dust.
"You know me?" Gao Ming's voice came from Li Sansi's body. He slowly lowered the camera. His eyes had neither whites nor pupils, only two pitch-black holes, like windows through which a devil observed the world, or passages into some unknown realm.
Countless threads of malice streamed from his eyes, entwining with the patterns of the Blood City and crawling across his cheeks and neck. Only his chest remained untouched.
"I am 'God's' unfettered will. You bear the Shrine's curse marks. I once sent people to investigate you. When you were very young, you killed your crazed aunt by making a wish to the Shrine, then cut off your younger brother's hand. Later, you drowned your stepmother and drove your father to throw himself into the river out of guilt and self-reproach." The Mountain Lord held everyone in equal contempt, yet he afforded Li Sansi a measure of respect. At least he was willing to talk to him rather than brutally kill him on sight.
"My aunt didn't die. She still lives in the Underground Water Network, where she became a kind of madness infection. My younger brother's hand is still intact; what floated in the sewage was just a piece of white radish. My memories of my stepmother are a little hazy. What floated in the river were her clothes and my father's." Gao Ming calmly recounted Li Sansi's memories.
"Then how do you explain your favorite actress being murdered, the boss