The sudden action by Gao Ming surprised the faceless figurine. Why would ‘God’ make a move for a few mere mortals?
The back building of Li San Hospital collapsed into the shadow world. It didn’t matter if Gods employed their power there. However, the world outside hadn’t been assimilated by the shadow world. If they were discovered by fate, both parties would be targeted by misfortune.
The mirror was shattered. Every piece showed Gao Ming’s face. In a few breaths, Gao Ming’s many faces faded away.
“Do you wish to attract tragedy?” A hoarse, male voice came from deep inside the mirror. For a moment, Gao Ming saw multiple faces before his eyes. This appeared to be the faceless figurine’s real voice.
“Why are you so scared? Aren’t we supposed to be the tragedy?”
Gao Ming’s fingers pierced into his skin. Eight arms with divine patterns reached out from his back. They surged into the mirror like eight dragons. The meat fragrance wafted about. The location where Gao Ming was began to turn into flesh and meat. Gao Ming wanted to swallow the entire building. There were many ways to handle an anomaly. Finding the source and resolving it was one, and killing the ghost behind the anomaly was another. Gao Ming’s solution was to utilise a bigger anomaly to consume the existing anomaly. If the world had only the anomalies created by Gao Ming, then, at least for Gao Ming, the world would have been normal.
The tentacles crawled into the mirror. The chains cut through the memories that were painstakingly collected by the faceless figurine.
Gao Ming was so fearless that he didn’t feel like a good person. He didn’t handle the memories of living with delicateness. He was not a bad person because he fought the mud figurine for a few living humans.
The faceless figurine had considered many prospects, but he never thought Gao Ming would choose direct aggression. To be frank, the figurine didn’t ask for much. It just hoped that Gao Ming wouldn’t disturb him. If his disciples could kill the people chosen by Gao Ming, these few neighbourhoods would be his territory in the future. He didn’t think the other party would be resistant to such a simple request.
Deep inside the neighbourhood, cracks appeared on a mud figurine. Thick and viscous presence of death leaked out of the cracks. The bugs hidden inside the room were killed instantly. They shrivelled into dry corpses. The wild grass around the home wilted from the roots. This was a power that didn’t belong in reality. It came from the shadow.
“I haven’t felt the caress of the wind in a long time. Even though I know this is a dream, it might not be that bad of a choice to live in this dream…” Death flowed out of the mud figurine. When it dripped on the ground, dark clouds started to gather above the neighbourhood. The night breeze picked up in intensity. Shadow started to bubble and boil.
“Gao Ming, you are not wrong. We are Han Hai’s tragedy, but we were once destroyed by tragedies.”
The sound of prayers came from every mud figurine. Everyone was praying to God. Their hope contained a special power. It was this power that the ghost needed. The flesh activity room was enshrouded by a unique force. The broken face in the mirror shards slowly pieced together. It had no facial features, but the face was twisted by hatred and pain. Under pressure from the God of Flesh and Blood, the faceless figurine finally showed its true self.
“Have you given up on hiding?” Gao Ming couldn’t deal with all the mud figurines in the black lake, but he had confidence in dealing with one.
“You’re really stubborn.” The faceless figurine hadn’t felt the emotion of rage in a long time. God didn’t lose their temper easily because someone had to suffer their fury. Once they failed to deal with the source that caused their anger, the people’s faith in them would collapse because God was supposed to be invincible.
The hatred on the face was deep. Slowly, as the muscles moved into place, the face became more like the God of Flesh and Blood’s Death Face.
The faceless God howled. A giant arm reached out of its thin body. The arm was not adorned with a divine pattern, but it was covered in the faces of its disciples. The faceless figurine’s power was mimicry. It could use the power of faith to reconstruct other Ghosts and Gods it had seen.
Its body expanded. Eight arms smashed through the activity room. The faceless figurine turned into a second God of Flesh and Blood. It only copied the Face of Death. However, the death that radiated off it meant that it aligned with the Death Face very well. The two giant forces collided. Shadow undulated like waves. The night seemed to have been torn.
“Did you only manage to steal one face? It looks like you can’t mimic everything.” Gao Ming didn’t plan to draw out the fight. His usual style was to find an opening and deliver a fatal blow.
Gao Ming opened the torture room and curled the chains around his arm. The eight arms locked the faceless God in place. The chains rankled. The torture devices bumped against each other. The scythe of fate was slowly raised.
This was the first time the faceless figurine felt fear ever since its body had been destroyed. It turned to the torture room. At Han Hai, Gao Ming and the God of Flesh and Blood had created a weapon that was meant to sever fate.
“The flesh room is not your resentment room! That torture room is your real resentment room!” The realisation came too late for the faceless figurine. The chains warped around its body. The chains dragged it forward!
With the scythe of fate in his hand, Gao Ming and the God of Flesh and Blood did the same action. However, just as Gao Ming was about to drag the faceless figurine into his torture room, the presence of death that surrounded the faceless figurine exploded.
It wanted to actively grab fate’s attention. Instead of being consumed by Gao Ming, it would rather die with Gao Ming.
“You can’t escape from violating fate’s rules!”
Death intertwined with shadow to form a spreading illusion of the world.
Deep inside the black mist, a pair of bloody red eyes slowly opened to stare at Gao Ming and the faceless figurine.
Gao Ming was familiar with this scene. He had seen it on Ah Fang. As the residual will of the shadow world, Ah Fang easily garnered the attention of twelve gazes. Despite putting everything on the line, the faceless figurine only managed to awaken one pair of gazes.
The black room churned. Gao Ming gritted his teeth as he tried to pull the faceless figurine into the torture room. He raised his head for the first time to look at the pair of eyes.
Deep in the mist, inside the bloodred city, the eyes seemed to represent the rules of all the horror stories.
“Is that fate? Is the fate of everyone at Han Hai decided by that gaze?”