"Another Paper Person Mask? What does this room have to do with Void Blood City?"
In theory, the ghosts of Void Blood City could not enter the Endless Mortal Worlds from the Deep World, yet a Paper Person Mask worn by the ghosts in that city's Great Tomb had appeared here.
"Could someone have brought the Paper Person Masks in Void Blood City over from the Endless Mortal Worlds?"
Gao Ming knew it was relatively easy to enter the Deep World from the Endless Mortal Worlds. At the very least, Lu Zang could do it.
Threads of dream swept through in an instant. Nothing in the room escaped Gao Ming's eyes; the only thing here he could not see through was the mask on the offering table. The paper was thin, barely a single layer, and utterly unsuitable for a mask. It was fragile, easily burned, easily soaked, vulnerable to fire, water, tearing, and cutting. It was just like those pitiful people in the Endless Mortal Worlds who could not control their own destinies. Fate could torment and toy with it at will, and the moment it dared resist would be the moment it turned to ash.
Gao Ming picked up the mask from the offering table. As he looked at it, he felt as though he were looking at himself.
Before meeting the Flesh-and-Blood Immortal, he had walked out of the Tunnel and been killed again and again. Every struggle had seemed so laughable. His life had been little different from this paper.
"My life was thinner than paper. Only after dying so many times did I gain some thickness of my own."
Just as his thoughts wandered elsewhere, a pair of living human eyes suddenly blinked beneath the Paper Person Mask in Gao Ming's hand, inside its two