"Kill yourself, mourn yourself..."
Gao Ming picked up a photograph of Jingtuo God from the grave. His daily mourning gave Bucha's dead soul somewhere to return to. He was no longer a homeless orphan.
As he patiently sensed it, he found that, just like Xia Yang's deranged paintings, Bucha's Posthumous Photograph still held traces of some kind of power.
Gao Ming tried to draw it out. The power resembled a tangle of lines, filled with chaos and death.
"This is another path."
Following the addresses Xuan Wen had provided, Gao Ming visited the homes of several other Candidates. Observing them with the Blood City Lord's abilities, he easily found the Fate Threads entwined around them.
But unlike the Fate Threads on ordinary people, theirs were completely tangled. Someone had deliberately scrambled them.
"Fate Threads are the puppet strings Fate uses to control all living beings. They hang down from the river of time, running through a person's entire life. But these people's threads are twisted and diseased. Some have been tied into dead knots, some have snapped, some have become poison spreading toward Fate, and some have seized other people's Fate Threads to conceal themselves."
Gao Ming looked at his hand. Each of his fingers had a Candidate's Fate Threads wound around it, like a set of colorful, bizarrely shaped rings.
These threads were not only "weapons" capable of doing some damage to Fate; they also allowed Gao Ming to trace Lu Zang's presence.
All ten Candidates, himself included, bore traces of Lu Zang's interference.
"Time to visit the last one."
As the midnight bells rang, Gao Ming walked down a long corridor in Xinhu No. 7 Special Care Hospital. Its wards were divided into partially closed and fully closed units. It was the most mysterious hospital in Xinhu.
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