There were thirteen people in the death portrait of the bloodred city. They represented thirteen different choices and futures. As the tragedy approached, these thirteen people would shine brighter. They would only become stronger with time. The perfect example was Situ An. if Gao Ming hadn’t made his move before the tragedy, he couldn’t have pulled Situ An into his heart. The bastard was a heavenly-blessed villain. He had practically no flaws.
“There can only be one owner of the bloodred city and one future...”
As if worried that Gao Ming might be shaken, the God of Flesh and Blood placed his two dyed hands on Gao Ming’s shoulders. The divine patterns spread through Gao Ming. God was willing to share everything with Gao Ming. Warm blood splashed onto Gao Ming’s skin, and the meat fragrance spread. He could feel a power surging through his body. The God of Flesh and Blood only stopped when the mutation was about to be triggered. The survivors living in the tragedy were willing to sacrifice everything to gain power. It was the reverse with Gao Ming. The divine ghost fed him the power, afraid that there might be a misunderstanding between them.
The God of Flesh and Blood shared everything without holding back. Gao Ming could sense the change in his body. Before this, his arms felt like they had been held back by some invisible forces. However, the God of Flesh and Blood had just helped him break through this limitation.
“Was that fate’s shackles on everyone in Han Hai?”
Gong Xi nodded. He pulled back his arms and allowed Gao Ming to feel everything himself.
Two blood vessels materialised inside Gao Ming’s two arms. The crystalline capillaries looked pretty from afar but twisted from up close. They were carved with Situ An and Xia Yang’s names.
“I think I understand why Lu Zang didn’t want to vanquish Situ An’s soul now.” All thirteen people in the death portrait had shattered part of fate’s shackles. Any one of them could be a weapon to fight fate.
The God of Flesh and Blood shared a mind with Gao Ming. He cackled as he looked at Gao Ming. Thirteen human faces surfaced on the pattern of the bloodred city. They were Gao Ming’s targets.
“I might not need the ghost’s help to wake up from the dream. Once I send the other twelve people into my torture room, I can fully break free from fate’s bindings.”
“Hmm.” Xia Yang’s voice suddenly appeared, “I’ve seen one of them.”
“Jing Tuoshen doesn’t trust us, so he tries to send us away.” Bai Xiao stood at the back of the team. He lowered his head to look at the blade that had been dipped in corpse oil. This was the knife Situ An had given Qing Ge. It was made by Doctor Lu. It could cut through shadow. After Situ An was killed, Gao Ming gave the knife to Bai Xiao.
“Bai Xiao, we’re all sad that your sister has gone missing in the anomaly. However, I hope that this will not change you. You’ve done everything you could.” Chen Yuntian was a qualified superior, but Bai Xiao was no longer the same subordinate.
“Chief, I’m fine.” After meeting Gao Ming, Bai Xiao encountered many things. He saw the other side of the centre when he was inside Han De Private School. “Let’s prepare to enter the apartments. Jing Tuoshen will be mad if he finds out we’ve been slacking off. The man is crazy. I really have no idea how he can gain the headquarters’ trust.”
Chen Yuntian sighed but said nothing. He paused before the entrance to Jia Mei Apartments.
Inside the apartment about ten metres away from them, the curtains moved. A shadow in a red dress flashed by.
Inside the same room, a toy car was activated. The car rumbled about. Ah Fang, in his dinosaur pyjamas, sat in the living room with the remote control. He didn’t show any fear. He had a big smile on his face. His schoolbag was filled with toy blocks.
“Happy birthday to me~ Happy birthday to me~”
Ah Fang hummed. After he got tired of the toy car, he climbed onto the study table. He was very close to the window. With a slight push, he’d fall. However, he didn’t seem to realise the danger he was in. He was fully focused on picking his crayons.
The curtains fluttered. The dresser door creaked. A red sleeve appeared in the mirror. An arm covered in knife wounds reached Ah Fang.
Before Ah Fang could react, the hand picked him up and moved him gently and lovingly away from the window.