Wherever the flames shone, the shadows melted and the aura of death dispersed. The Blood City Tattoo was infused with an entirely new power. No longer merely resting on the surface of the ruins, it was branded deep into every building and fused with the soul of every Greater Ghost.
The chaotic, unfathomable Blood City Ghost Markings came alive again. Like saplings pushing through the soil, they unfurled their branches and leaves, painting breathtaking images amid the ruins. These were the memories preserved by Hanhai Blood City, the scars left by one bloody battle after another.
The outlines Gao Ming had traced were filled in by Gao Yun's flames. The great tomb built from countless abandoned rooms was gradually changing.
Layer after layer of blood-crusted filth wrapped in shadows peeled away. One by one, the unique buildings found only in Blood City emerged from the Ghost Markings.
Rotting corpses floated on the sea, their heads bumping against the wooden pilings of the harbor the General Investigation Bureau was building. Several Investigators watched the floating bodies multiply and anxiously reported back to headquarters.
Inside the residential compound for the Office Director's family in North Harbor New City, a muffled sound suddenly came from a room protected by level-four security measures. A maid pushed open the door and screamed. The Office Director's family lay collapsed around the dining table, their flesh beginning to rot from their mouths down to their necks. Tiny threads writhed over the food on their plates.
The leaves of the roadside trees turned yellow. Every insect carried the stench of decay. The liquid flowing from the water pipes resembled fluid used to dissolve corpses. The neatly laid paving tiles buckled one after another, and the earth slowly turned black.
Similar incidents kept occurring throughout North Harbor New City.