Chapter 805: Home? Is it my home? (Thanks to Muse Yizhuqiu for the Silver Alliance donation)
A birthday represented a celebration of life: hope and the future. A posthumous photograph represented a tribute to death: remembrance and the past.
Yet these two complete opposites appeared in the same photograph. Gao Ming was making a wish before a birthday cake, with fathers and mothers standing behind him. In that black-and-white image, death was blessing new life.
Gao Ming tightened his grip on the Posthumous Photograph. Just as he was about to read the words on its back again, he suddenly sensed something. He slipped into a corner and glanced toward one of the tunnels.
The Gao Ming who had emerged from that tunnel was long dead, missing an eye and an arm, his finger pointing in a certain direction. But his father and mother did not know.
That tunnel was filled with mud and thorns, piled with fallen rocks and dead wood. A middle-aged couple emerged from it, anxiety written all over their faces, and entered the blood-red tunnel.
They had entered Hanhai through tributaries of fate. The parents of those dead Gao Mings had been dragged into this as well, all converging in this cruel, hopeless Deep World.
The couple clearly had no idea how terrifying Hanhai in the Deep World was. All they knew was that they had suddenly lost contact with their child, and they wanted to find him.
The light was swallowed by the darkness of the Deep World. Unable to see the corpses packed overhead, the couple felt their way forward in the dark. From the moment they set foot in the Deep World, there was no way back.
Gao Ming wanted to warn them, but the words would not come out, because he was not