Whenever Gao Ming heard anything about changing fate now, the veins on his forehead began to throb. Only Xia Yang dared to keep dancing through that minefield. "We can talk about Fate Alteration later. Why did you draw Lu Zang on yourself?"
"Lu Zang?" Xia Yang looked down at the heads drawn on his body, his gaze puzzled. "Is the one behind our allotted fates named Lu Zang? I only knew the power of Fate Alteration came from him. Actually, he wasn't the only person I drew."
In front of everyone, Xia Yang took off his white coat and tossed it onto a patient. He peeled away his first layer of skin. On the partially necrotic skin beneath were drawings of Xu Huan being killed in all sorts of ways.
"The Illusory Blood City?"
"There's more, there's more!" Like a child showing his parents his exam results, Xia Yang peeled away another layer of skin. On it was a silver dragon formed from the River of Time, its body covered in shrines like nails.
The deeper the layers went, the more rotten and foul-smelling the skin became. Xia Yang peeled them away one by one, grinning with utter delight, while Gao Ming's pupils twitched at the sight.
Previously, he had used Delusion to trap eight Unknowables. They had later escaped, but something of theirs seemed to have been left within Delusion forever, becoming part of the Grotesques.
Gao Ming had yet to notice this peculiar change, but Xia Yang, trapped inside the Delusion World, had detected it. With his unparalleled love for this world, he had dug those things out of its hidden corners and put them onto his own body.
When it came to madness, Xia Yang ranked among the foremost in the Delusion World. He loved it from