The eyes hidden behind his hair were bloodshot. Gao Ming braced both hands on the table and exhaled a stale breath.
"Doctor Lu, can you cure my illness?"
The hideous, terrifying doll crawled out from under the table and grabbed Doctor Lu's leg. He struggled to back away, but Gao Ming gave him no chance to dodge.
Life-and-Death Desire and Karma's four faces stared at Doctor Lu as the Flesh-and-Blood Ghost God smashed straight into his head!
Blood stained his chest, and Gao Ming's mutated heart pounded. With every beat, the bloody hue in the consulting room deepened.
Outside the window, rain poured down. Inside, blood splattered, shadows mingling with roars. He embodied extreme violence, yet beneath his hysterical assault lay a profound sorrow.
Death and self-destruction, redemption and the rejection of a new life—countless conflicting thoughts converged, and all the fragments of death collided!
Gao Ming had grown accustomed to pain that even the Flesh-and-Blood Ghost God could barely endure.
"I once truly wanted to save everyone. But then I realized I couldn't even save myself."
"Doctor Lu, I trusted you so much. I told you everything, but all you wanted was to turn me into a specimen."
Chains dragged through his heart, and instruments of torture forged from pain and despair slowly emerged. The Execution House born from Gao Ming's mutated Heart Chamber was far more terrifying than the one created by the killer in the Family Annihilation Case.
An eerie, deathly pale face replaced Doctor Lu's original face. Then the Ghost God battered him into a bloody pulp.
Doctor Lu's own face quietly surfaced on his back. The hand hidden in his pocket pulled out a Black-and-White Posthumous Photo, and patients in hospital gowns appeared in the Clinic one after another.
Among them were taciturn elderly people,