The child in the wheelchair had few friends and sat alone in a corner. A fire had burned his face and body, leaving ugly scars across every inch of his skin, yet his eyes were unusually bright.
From across the entire classroom, the boy spotted Gao Ming at once. His burned hands gripped the sides of his wheelchair as he approached, slowly but resolutely. The other children watched him enviously from their seats. An orphan had found his home; a drifting leaf had been caught in someone's palm.
Having gained control over the Grotesque Rules, Gao Ming now had a greater influence on the Delusion World. He was certain that the child before him was Number Two. They had spent many years together in the previous Delusion World.
"Dad?" Sitting in his wheelchair, the boy looked up at Gao Ming, his eyes full of anticipation and a little fear. He never cared about his physical disabilities in front of outsiders, but before Gao Ming, he felt worried. He tugged hard at his sleeves, trying to cover the ugly scars.
"The Lord of Xinhu Blood City suspected you had been left in the Delusion World. He was right." Gao Ming still retained his reason, and he had not lost his abilities either. He took Number Two's scarred hand and used the Grotesque Rules as a bridge, trying to return the memories of Number Two in his mind to the boy. Bubbles of memory burst, and heavy clouds gradually obscured the brightness in the boy's eyes.
Gao Ming took out the Butcher's Knife and cut at his own arm, intending to give Number Two the skin branded with the Blood City Ghost Markings. That was what he had done in the previous Delusion World.
But to his surprise, the sharp Butcher's Knife